Luisa does Isabella in China, Gohlke does America
DREAMSCAPE: Rabbia creates a montage of images from Mrs. Gardner’s Chinese scrapbook
intercut with her own video and animation.
In the fall of 1883, Isabella Stewart Gardner — more than a decade before she would develop her museum on Boston’s Fenway — traveled to China. As she toured Shanghai and Beijing, Hong Kong, Canton, and Macao, she purchased photographs from local photographers of sights she’d seen as well as of people and things she hadn’t. She pasted all these sepia-toned pictures into a scrapbook, and that became a spark of inspiration when Luisa Rabbia was an artist-in-residence at the Gardner Museum last summer. The result is “Travels with Isabella, Travel Scrapbooks 1883/2008,” in which the Italian-raised, Brooklyn-based 37-year-old transforms Gardner’s old travel photos into a dream journey.
|“Luisa Rabbia: Travels with Isabella, Travel Scrapbooks 1883/2008” ||
Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, 280 The Fenway, Boston | Through September 26
“Accommodating Nature: The Photographs Of Frank Gohlke” |
Addison Gallery, Phillips Academy, 180 Main St, Andover | Through July 13
Rabbia’s 27-minute video, which is now on view at the museum along with Gardner’s scrapbook, begins (and also ends) with an image from the cover of the scrapbook before proceeding in one long, leisurely pan past Gardner’s photos of temples, pagodas, and palaces. Rabbia cuts out sections and inserts her own video (gliding birds, billowing clouds, rolling waters, waving branches, fire) and bits of animation.
Water floods a lavishly appointed room (the home of a British regional governor). A whirlpool (perhaps the drain of a bath) spins in the center of a harbor. A pair of men hold guitar-like stringed instruments. Growing branches of a tree burn. Sculptures of dragons hold a globe in an astrological garden. The photos are organized not by chronology or geography but by the way one flows visually into the next, as in the disjointed order of memories.
Rabbia’s primary addition is blue lines that snake across the ground, wiggling around feet and landscapes and buildings, sometimes sprouting upward. She sees them as trees and roots. “The tree is a collection of time in itself, and roots are an expression of that,” she tells me at the museum. “And these roots have rings all around which are like the rings of time past. It’s a link from the past to the present.”
The blue lines also suggest water or veins or, when they sprout up, penises. At one point, blue lines zigzagging across a sepia landscape produce throbbing red rivers of what appears to be blood. Later a full moon rises with pulsing veins inside. (It’s actually a scan of a beating heart that Rabbia found on-line.)
Other strange visions appear: a metal ostrich lays a blue marbled egg; a naked woman lies in a courtyard and a tree sprouts from her crotch; two prisoners wait with square boards locked around their necks; a lynched individual swings from a tree; at the back of a procession people carry a breathing cocooned body atop a litter (actually a photo of a Peking wedding procession transformed here into a funeral). There is a vague suggestion of things falling apart.
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