Alas, the new mission sounded like the old mission. But I found some signs of hope that this institution can dig itself out of the past and become the destination for art that it ought to be.
The downstairs space, which looked like it would take up about 1/4 of a football field, was filled with tables and chairs for the next day’s gala, so it was tough to imagine if the art would look good once the tables and chairs were gone. We couldn’t back up from the art. We couldn’t move close to the art. Roberta nailed it I think when she said it was kind of like looking at slides of the art. But the tables and chairs are only temporary.
In the upstairs gallery, which seemed pretty much the same amazing size, PAFA unveiled “The Chemistry of Color,” a show of African-American art, most of it given to PAFA this year by Harold A. and Ann R. Sorgenti. Like downstairs, the space, cluttered with the tables and chairs, seemed to devour the work, some of which was pretty lively and would have looked great in other circumstances. (Center three pieces from left to right, “New Depths,” 1989, by Charles Searles; “Tar Beach #2,” 1990, by Faith Ringgold, and “Water Series #30” by Yvonne Pickering Carter). The exhibit also includes works by Syd Carpenter, John Dowell, Betye Saar, Jacob Lawrence, Willie Birch and scads of other notable artists, local and not local, with noteworthy work.
The entryway to the new building is a bit disappointing. I presume by its central stairway with faux skylight overhead that we’re supposed to be reminded of the grand stairs next door in the historic building, but alas, the modern stairway is so puny relative to its surroundings that it doesn’t meet the challenge. But that’s just nit-picking and architecture.
By the way the new gift shop, Portfoloio, also in the new building, is a lot perkier and hipper than the previous incarnation. I liked the green purses in sculptured shapes and some of the jewelry. Portfolio still doesn’t get kitsch, I’m unhappy to report. Others will be thrilled with that fact.
Speaking of architecture, the earlier eras of the collection did look great in the fabulous redo of the historic Frank Furness-George Hewitt building’s galleries. The paint job alone is worth the price of admission, inspired by the building’s original colors.
The hanging technique borrowed something from the Barnes Collection, grouping paintings within each period and genre by visual cues. The portraits and the landscapes looked spectacular, for starters. The lighting was perfect, illuminating familiar paintings in a way that invited a second look.
While PAFA’s definitely worth a visit again, it’s what the institution does with its new spaces that’s key to whether people will come back over and over. The old spaces will remain pretty stagnant. So to fill the galleries with visitors, PAFA needs good curators (no more bland faculty-curated shows pulled from the collection, puleez) who can bring in work that’s fresh and points of view that are fresh–and relevant to what’s happening in the contemporary art world. I think Aaron Levy, in his piece about bee hives and curating and archiving (see post), had it right. The hive (read art collection at PAFA) needs to change or it will not survive as a system.