Through March 1
META WARRICK FULLER: Sculpture from the Studio
Through May 17
Danforth Museum of Art. 123 Union Avenue. Framingham, Massachusetts
AFTER A SMOOTH TRIP ON THE COMMUTER RAIL FROM BOSTON'S SOUTH STATION TO FRAMINGHAM, I FOUND MYSELF, AFTER A 10-MINUTES WALK, IN THE STIMULATING COMPANY OF FAITH RINGGOLD AND HER FRIENDS. MS. RINGGOLD, WHO HAS A LONG HISTORY OF ACHIEVEMENT IN THE PRIVATE AND PUBLIC SPHERE OF ART, DOESN'T TRAVEL ALONE. AND THE DANFORTH MUSEUM HAS DONE A STELLAR JOB, BEHIND ITS UNPREPOSSESSING FAçADE, OF HOSTING A BUSTLING CROWD OF THE TALENTS FAITH BRINGS WITH HER -- IN PARTICULAR, META WARRICK FULLER, WHO SITS, IN HALF PROFILE, ONE TALENT AWAY FROM FAITH RINGGOLD, IN THE STORY QUILT " LE CAFé DE ARTISTSES."
Fuller, one of our foremost African-American sculptors, chose the Danforth
as much as the Danforth chose her. She had lived and worked for years in
Framingham, and her descendents recently gifted the museum with a large
collection of the sculptures and sculpting tools from her studio.
She studied with Rodin in Paris at the turn of the last century and Fuller carries forward her teacher’s strength and tenderness in such bravura works as the group sculpture “Danse Macabre” and in the deeply felt portrait bust “Woman Glancing to Her Right.” There is an intimately observed quality to the art in this studio-cumgallery which creates a hush in which one can almost hear the scrape of Ms. Warrick’s chisel and the tap of her mallet, both silent now, on her original work table.
Back in the main gallery, one gathers the sense that Faith Ringgold hasn’t missed many connections in her life and her art. She has a symphonic sensibility, embracing both the spirited dead and the very alive. “Le Caf é des Artistes,” for example, is at the same time a rambling but cohesive crowd of luminaries seated at outdoor tables in front of a heterogeneous background of blue sky, a looming cathedral, and the gaily-striped awnings of the eponymous café.
One would think that their personalities would be lost in the crowd or crowded out by their busy background. Not at all. Instead, each distinct artistic sensibility peers out from the crowd through alchemy of posture and dress and an intangibly individual expression in the eyes and