#391: A Columbus Jaunt

Street with trees in median, clear sky, red lights at intersection.
Arts District, Columbus, OH

Dick Davis, preeminent translator of Persian literature and professor emeritus at Ohio State University, says that events that happen within a culture are like vodka snuck into a bowl of punch: no matter now much you dilute the punch, the vodka is still there.

Davis goes on to talk about how for Iran, its conquest, first by the Arabs in the 7th century then twice by the Turks and twice by the Mongols – all of which happened within a few hundred years – fostered a cultural sense that “the wrong people are ruling the world.” And this comes out in its literature, its poetry. I recommend watching his whole lecture video above, it’s excellent.

It’s not hard to see the vodka-in-the-punch effect everywhere: slavery in the States, the Cultural Revolution and modern China. The bomb’s effect on Japan, which looms large in the background of so much manga. I prefer the vodka/punch analogy over, say, the analogy of a wound because the former suggests something much more pervasive, ever-present, less patched-and-healed-and-done-with. In 1805 the city of Detroit burned to the ground in a fire; this place will never not carry with it the idea of resurgence.

All this was on my mind driving down to Ohio a couple of weekends ago. Julia I went to catch, before it closed, the Maurice Sendak retrospective at the Columbus Museum of Art.

I’ve heard it said in different forms over the years, that as an artist you start by emulating the style of other artists you love, and it’s through this melding of loves that over time you arrive at your own style. Still, it was quite a different experience to see, side by side with Sendak’s own art, the art of some of his influences. Particularly because most people, myself included, think of Sendak’s art as so distinctive. I forgot to take photos of the exact works, but you can see, for instance, Winsor McCay’s sway on Where the Wild Things Are:

Little Nemo in Slumberland/Editorial Illustration, Winsor McCay

Maurice Sendak had what he himself has described as an unhappy childhood. He was bedridden with health issues, and lost many extended family members to the Holocaust; these were the “vodka” in his own personal punch. But I’d say that so, too, where the art and artists that Sendak loved. Maybe not vodka, and not in the same quantities, but these were their own ingredients added to the punch. Through them, Sendak was able to – to keep with the analogy – transform its flavor.

Thing is: this is happening to each of us, all the time! All our punches are interacting with everyone else’s, interacting with our culture(s)’. Here where we get to the edges of Davis’ analogy; it fails to capture how constant and dynamic the whole process is. Somehow the image that comes to mind here for me is more of a dough getting folded into itself, firming up, then relaxing and growing. But that’s doesn’t quite fit either.

I’m not sure if I necessarily had a clearer understanding about culture or art after leaving the museum. But as we drove back home from Columbus the next morning, I felt more connected. And I think that’s worth sharing.