The aesthetic sensibilities of the Haida are some of the most iconic and easily recognizable, a wealth of modern artists bringing the bold styles of their people to modern audiences. From their legendary totem poles to their striking palettes of red, black, and white to powerful linework filled with character to the depiction of the supernatural and natural worlds intertwined,  its form captivates effortlessly. The Vancouver Art Gallery has put forth one of the most respected artists in this vein with their exhibition Guud san glans Robert Davidson: A Line That Bends But Does Not Break.

Guud san glans Robert Davidson has been an active artist within British Colombia and across Canada since the 60s. Early in his career, he mentored under the equally renowned Bill Reid, a Haida artist specializing in carving whose design was posthumously honoured on Canada’s two-dollar coin in 2020. That decade saw Davidson carving and raising the first totem pole in nearly a century on Haida Gwaii, an archipelago and Haida Heritage Site off of BC’s coast. His commitment to preserving and spreading his culture is clear, his style being dubbed contemporary-traditional through its cross-pollination of cultural lineage and modern directive.

The works on display at The VAG are strong indicators of the modern Haida style at large but especially the impactful sharpness of Davidson’s unique identity within this paradigm. In such works as 1983’s Raven Finned Killer Whale, we see a cultural fingerprint prevalent across Haida artists (the killer whale denoting, amongst other things, family, community, and protection), but a distinct vision of this touchstone through Davidson’s larger-than-life dimension to the creature. It mesmerizes and almost dwarfs the viewer, even with the print being only of modest size.

Across each decade we see a spirit of innovation throughout the works presented in the exhibition. One of the most obvious places Davidson’s modern sensibilities are spotted is in the keenly verbose titles of pieces throughout the 90s and 00s. The World is as Sharp as the Edge of a Knife (1993) is as its title suggests, which stems from a Haida proverb that continues: “As you go along you have to be careful or you will fall off one side or the other.” There is a cutting edge to the geometric symmetry displayed in this work, but also a spacious, Earthly quality to its deep blue. It is at once expansive and a razor. Equally striking are the works across Davidson’s focus on red—varying shades of deep crimson that seer with a visceral poignancy that the VAG has brilliantly positioned along contrasting walls that make works like Occupied hard to look away from.

Robert Davidson, The World is as Sharp as the Edge of a Knife, 1993, screenprint on paper, Collection of the Vancouver Art Gallery, Gift of Mr. Derek Simpkins

In his most recent years, Davidson’s work feels like he takes the traditional figures that have travelled—across his career and from his roots—alongside him and extracts them into looser, more ambiguous parameters. The results, especially in tracking one’s way through the exhibition, make for a sort of re-introduction; seeing an old acquaintance after a significant portion of time has changed the way you look at them. And by no means do these works feel anything less like Davidson. They are simply evidence of how this artist has always endeavoured to progress his process.

Guud san glans Robert Davidson: A Line That Bends But Does Not Break is an experience both intellectual and spiritual. Davidson treads a unique course through the context of his own heritage and through the sensibilities of the modern art world to give something that does justice to both. With such evocative expressions of abstract shape and resolute colour, the depictions of a realm somewhere beyond our own are “a masterclass in the Haida language of forms” and not a collection to be missed.

Last week saw the close of Neptune Theatre’s most recent production, Annie Valentina’s new play Ballad of the Motherland. And while the window of opportunity may be closed for now on this production, this work’s impact cannot be understated in the day we live. Through its fearless reimagining of a chillingly relevant news story from 2014, Valentina brings forth a narrative that serves as a claustrophobic window into the looming presence of Russian over Ukrainian identity.

Centring around the character of Kate (played by Hannah Wayne-Philips), Ballad of the Motherland tells the story of a small-time Canadian blogger of Ukrainian-Russian descent on a writing internship in 2014 before being kidnapped by Russian separatists. Kate is then under the unrelenting and fervid watch of Volodya (played by Nikolai Afanasev) in an underground bunker. Split between Kate’s post-event narration as detailed to an unseen interviewer and her time spent captured, the story paces with an imperceptible yet weighty flow of time and through her conversations with Volodya and her afterthoughts, grappling with themes of identity, belonging, nationalism, violence, and family.

Valentina has long been a fixture in the Halifax theatre community and here she has crafted a work that strikes a chord between her as an individual and the fraught tension ongoing between Russian and Ukraine. Her writing scintillates in the dark and dusty pocket of the world she has crafted. Kate’s voice is one of genuine desire for insight and a thoughtfulness even of her own miserable situation. Through her proud outsider perspective, we are privy to thoughts on queerness, familial rebellion, and a seemingly unflappable spark of hope, or at least survival.

Photo by Stoo Metz; courtesy of Neptune Theatre.

Valentina creates an equally memorable voice in the unquestioning toxicity of paramilitary jailer Volodya—in him we see an expression of regressiveness (both textually and physically through his assault on Kate) as well as a steadfast sense of honour and tradition, however skewed they may be. We feel terror after terror from this young soldier, but through the playwright’s uncompromising aims for depicting honest humanity, not to mention the vibrant chemistry created between Wayne-Philips’ resolute understanding and Afanasev’s volatile stoicism, the audience is tasked with empathizing, even when faced with the unforgivable.

The design of this production paired perfectly with this intimate spectacle of dread. Wes Babcock presented a space that immediately evoked the reality of a sullied cell, Jess Lewis’ lighting and Jordan Palmer’s projection designs made for fascinating tools of narrative division as well as a strong heightening of reality, and Kaelen MacDonald’s costuming was subtle but impactful (the use of a Blockbuster t-shirt as a nod to Ukraine’s blue and yellow was a phenomenal touch). Every element of this show supported the reality of Valentina’s narrative that all too unfortunately resonates so much more now than when she first started in 2014.

Ballad of the Motherland is a class act in contained storytelling, and one of immediate and tangible importance to our current world. There are timeless explorations of issues of corrupt nationalism, unquestioned normalization of misogyny, and what one will do to survive; Annie Valentina’s voice shines most especially in these veins. But this play, through the fault of humanity’s propensity for violent expansion, has become a story that deserves hearing across the globe.

Deborah Shaw, University of Portsmouth

Nearly 70 years after her death the brilliant Mexican artist Frida Kahlo continues to fascinate for her unique artistic language that interprets her physical and emotional pain, her unconventional relationships with men and women, and her complex marriage to the great Mexican muralist Diego Rivera.

She has been the subject of many books, the best known of which is Hayden Herrera’s biography and a Hollywood film, with Kahlo played by Mexican actress and producer Salma Hayek. Her now-iconic face continues to be emblazoned across bags, t-shirts, prints, fridge magnets, jewellery, cushions and myriad other products.

The latest incarnation of the painter is Becoming Frida Kahlo, a three-part documentary made for BBC Two. The series will delight Frida fans with its wealth of photographs and archival films featuring the artist in her private and public moments.

The art of self-invention

Becoming Frida Kahlo promises to “strip away the myths to reveal the real Frida”. As I have noted before, this is a particularly tricky endeavour when dealing with an artist for whom self-invention was her craft.

In previous work I argued that questions of fact and fiction in the case of the Mexican artist are far from simple. The historical Kahlo created her own persona through art, dress and performances of self. She has become, to a degree, what her fans and admirers desire her to be: a symbol for Mexicans, Mexican Americans, Latinos in the US, feminists, and LGBTQ+ people all over the world.

Still, Becoming Frida Kahlo is a very comprehensive representation of the artist, and showcases the BBC at its best. It achieves this through rigorous research. Much of the narrative is driven by Luis Martín Lozano, professor and series consultant, and author of Frida Kahlo The Complete Paintings.

Mexican researchers Ruth Araiza Moreno and Lorenza Espínola Gómez de Parada also ensure a Mexican point of view infuses the series. The final credits reveal the impressive list of archives used to bring to audiences a treasure trove of photographs and film of Kahlo (and Rivera) from her childhood in the 1920s to the time of her death in 1954.

Finding Frida

Through intimate photographs, home movies and newsreels we feel as if we are with Kahlo and Rivera in Mexico, San Francisco, New York and Detroit, among other points on their travels.

This is complemented with voiceovers of Kahlo’s letters and her diary entries, along with those of close friend Lucienne Bloch while in the US, contemporary newspaper articles chronicling events in their lives, and medical reports detailing Kahlo’s worsening health conditions.

Expert witnesses include art historians from Mexico and the US. Testimonials from Kahlo’s Mexican art students (now elderly men), and family members round off this multi-layered and multi-faceted series.

Truths are thus approximated through many voices and images. There is no single narrator, no single oversimplified truth, rather many stories are revealed in this telling of Kahlo’s story. The stories flow as we discover new photographs, new films, new anecdotes, new theories.

Some of these are also likely to create new headlines, such as the revelation by Rivera’s grandson Juan Coronel Rivera, that he believed Diego may have helped Frida end her life in a final act of love when the pain was too much for her to bear.

This is a celebration of Frida Kahlo and less convenient truths are omitted, such as the fervent love for Stalin that she embraced towards the end of her life.

Important cultural figures

Viewers are offered a fascinating insight into the worlds inhabited by Kahlo and Rivera; neither are presented as isolated geniuses, but rather important cultural figures in a period of change and conflict.

In episode one, we are taken to post-Revolutionary Mexico with its vibrant cultural scene, lively parties and fractious communist politics. In episode two we travel to depression-hit New York, and Ford’s repression of striking car workers in Detroit. Here we see the contradictions of the communist couple as Rivera works on mural commissions from wealthy capitalists such as Ford and Rockefeller.

Episode three returns to Mexico, but not before a stop off in Paris on the brink of the second world war and the Nazi invasion of 1940. We see Kahlo’s growing international success; she is invited to Paris to exhibit some of her paintings as the guest of André Breton, the French surrealist writer and poet. Breton claimed Kahlo as a surrealist on “discovering” her during his visit to Mexico in 1938. We also learn of her frustration with Breton and fellow surrealists who preferred talk to political action.

And at the centre of everything is Kahlo’s art which we see with new eyes as we learn the stories behind her deeply autobiographical, symbolic paintings. The series chronicles her politics, her miscarriages, Rivera’s infidelities, her physical agony.

Her embodied art is contextualised in her physical and emotional body. Telling a deeply personal story, her life, times and art are beautifully interwoven together here.

Deborah Shaw, Professor of Film and Screen Studies, University of Portsmouth

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Monika Schmitter, UMass Amherst

I teach Italian Renaissance and Baroque art, so when I was visiting Rome in January 2023, how could I not try to see a notorious villa that was up for sale and involved in a nasty inheritance dispute?

The Villa Aurora, named for the masterful fresco by the 17th-century artist Guercino that adorns the ground-floor salon, also happens to house a rare ceiling painting by Caravaggio, the 17th-century “rebel artist,” whose name makes the art market salivate.

I wanted to see the Caravaggio, and not just because its assessed value of US$331 million drove up the estimated price for the villa, apparently scaring off buyers.

Perhaps because of the difficulty in reproducing the work or even viewing it, the Caravaggio has received remarkably little attention from art historians. The villa, which has gone through five failed auctions – the first one asking a cool $502 million – needs maintenance, and Italian law dictates that the Caravaggio and other art cannot be removed.

It is not easy to see privately held art, and given the ongoing controversy, I figured my chances were especially slim. But I duly wrote to the email address I found online.

A week later I got a response, and after some back and forth, on the day before I was to leave Rome, I was invited to come to the villa at 6 p.m. sharp.

A woman named Olga met me at the door: “The principessa will be with you in a moment,” she said.

More than one masterpiece

The current inhabitant of the villa is an American-born princess named Rita Boncompagni Ludovisi.

A former Texas GOP opposition researcher, she was once married to a congressman caught in the Abscam scandal and posed for Playboy twice in the 1980s. Her second husband, Nicolò Boncampagni Ludovisi, was Prince of Piombino. He owned the villa and promised her usufructuary rights, meaning she should be allowed to occupy the villa until her death.

But the prince’s three sons from his first marriage are forcing the sale because, according to Italian law, inheritances must be divided between the surviving spouse and any descendants.

It’s a media story to die for: old-world aristocrats face off against a supposed bimbo and gold digger from Texas – with a Caravaggio thrown in for good measure.

The villa was historically known as the Casino Ludovisi, but it became famous among art historians for its ceiling painting by Guercino.

In a tour de force of illusion, the ceiling is painted to look as through the architecture opens up to the sky with the goddess Aurora, or Dawn, driving her chariot across the space above.

The Caravaggio, by contrast, barely registers in the voluminous scholarship on the artist.

Meeting the principessa

I looked down in dismay at my sneakers, my corduroy pants, and my purple Eddie Bauer jacket that has seen better days: I hadn’t anticipated meeting the principessa herself.

Olga guided me into a second room and introduced me to the principessa. She is most definitely American – tall, blond and looking much younger than her age of 73.

After talking extensively about the villa and its works of art, Rita, as she calls herself, introduced me to a dapper Italian man from the Ministry of Culture, whom, she explained, could hopefully stop her imminent eviction from her home. She then showed me the magnificent painting by Guercino.

Then a journalist from the Italian newspaper La Stampa appeared, and the principessa was whisked away for an interview. She told me, in parting, “Olga will show you the Caravaggio.”

Encountering the Caravaggio

Olga led me up a spiral stairway to the second floor: “Here is the other Guercino,” she said. I looked up to see a second illusionistic fresco, the same size as the one on the ground floor, this one depicting the figure of Fame flying through the sky.

I hadn’t known this one even existed.

Then Olga turned on the lights in what looked like a small hallway, its walls painted a bright, hospital white. I looked up to see Caravaggio’s painting, which depicts muscular nude men surrounding a translucent white globe.

The detail is intense, the colors bright and sharp in a way that is exceptional for a ceiling painting.

Caravaggio managed to make the three-headed dog Cerberus look as though it really existed – bringing to life the creature’s soft black and white fur, the red of its eyes, the pink ribbing of one upper mouth and the white glint of its teeth.

I later learned that the picture had not been painted in the traditional fresco technique, on wet plaster, but with the unusual application of oil on dry plaster, allowing Caravaggio to execute the precision, color, detail and texture.

Although some art historians have questioned the attribution, there is no doubt in my mind that this is Caravaggio. Only he would – even could – paint such a seemingly plausible Cerberus.

The composition works only in its original location, since the scale, height and curvature of the ceiling transform the work. The painting purports to show a rectangular opening in the ceiling through which viewers can see the sky and clouds. In the center, within a white globe depicting the universe, one sees the Sun, Moon and signs of the horoscope.

On each side of the globe are the nude, burly, he-men: on one side, Jupiter, awkwardly flying through the sky on an eagle, pushes the sphere; on the other, Jupiter’s brothers, Pluto and Neptune, stand as if at the edge of the opening in the ceiling, looking down.

Suffused with impish subtext

Given its lack of scholarly attention, the Caravaggio is much more compelling than I expected.

One 17th-century biographer, Pietro Bellori, claimed that Caravaggio painted the work to silence critics who alleged that he lacked the technical skill to pull off the tricks in perspective required for ceiling art.

But I think Caravaggio was up to something more complicated. His aim was not so much to prove he could paint with foreshortened figures and receding architecture, but rather to make fun of the fad for illusionistic ceiling paintings that render scenes “as if seen from below” – “di sotto in su,” as it is termed in art history.

Running with the concept of “di sotto in su,” Caravaggio cheekily gives onlookers a graphic view from below Pluto’s penis and testicles, not to mention a novel perspective on his buttocks.

Caravaggio didn’t stop there.

Jupiter’s pose is almost incomprehensible, his face concealed, his limbs flailing in different directions – very undignified, particularly for an oversize Olympian god. It’s an NFL linebacker riding an overmatched eagle.

From between Jupiter’s legs emerges the very phallic long neck and beak of the eagle with his bright, dark eye glaring down at the mortals below. (In Italian, “bird” is slang for penis.)

Pluto and Neptune also have their pets, which are themselves rivals: Pluto’s snarling dog frightens Neptune’s seahorse. Neptune, who is Caravaggio’s self-portrait, in turn looks threateningly at Pluto. And then there is the juxtaposition of Cerberus’ bared teeth and Pluto’s very exposed “equipment.”

When I consider the patronage of the painting, it all makes sense.

Caravaggio painted the ceiling in 1599 or 1600 when the villa was owned by his first important patron, Cardinal Francesco del Monte.

Caravaggio lived in del Monte’s palace in town, and there is evidence to suggest that they both enjoyed the company of young men, and they may even have been lovers.

While it is difficult to confirm the men’s sexual preferences, there is no question that the ceiling is a product of their shared sensibility: locker room art for sophisticated, 17th-century cultural “jocks.”

The room was Del Monte’s “studiolo,” a type of small room usually used by members of the wealthy elite to get away from it all and “study” (whatever that might entail).

The ceiling was to be shared by a bon vivant, learned cardinal with a select audience of like-minded men. Caravaggio never painted another ceiling because tricks of perspective were fundamentally incompatible with his realist inclinations, but perhaps he did this one for his friend and patron as a kind of joke.

Now what?

I left the Villa Aurora that night with a new perspective on 17th-century art and full of thoughts about the role these works of art, created for members of an extraordinarily privileged elite of the past, play in our modern democratic society.

The same day as my visit, the judge in the inheritance dispute ruled that the principessa would be evicted from the villa to facilitate its sale. I suspect this is devastating for her, given how much effort she has put into preserving her husband’s legacy.

But I also wonder what will happen to this villa and its unique collection of 16th- and 17th-century ceiling paintings.

I think it would be a travesty for them to remain in private hands, because everyone, including my students, should be able to see these works. Art historians know about the tensions between private property and cultural heritage, but this is a real opportunity for the new Italian Minister of Culture, Gennaro Sangiuliano, to set an example, as his predecessors have done with the Palazzo Grimani at Santa Formosa in Venice.

Once the residence of a wealthy and powerful noble family, Palazzo Grimani fell into disrepair until it was purchased in 1981 by the state. After many years of renovation, it opened as a public museum in 2008.

The frescoes in the Palazzo Grimani are not nearly as artistically significant as those in the Villa Aurora, but the museum today is one of the most interesting monuments in Venice.

I believe the Villa Aurora, restored and open to everyone as a museum of Renaissance and Baroque ceiling painting, could do the same for Rome.

Monika Schmitter, Professor and Chair of History of Art and Architecture, UMass Amherst

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