Nude Descending a Staircase…
Painting by Marcel Duchamp
Toe upon toe, a snowing flesh,
A gold of lemon, root and rind,
She sifts in sunlight down the stairs
With nothing on. Nor on her mind.
We spy beneath the banister
A constant thresh of thigh on thigh–
Her lips imprint the swinging air
That parts to let her parts go by.
One-woman waterall, she wears
Her slow descent like a long cape
And pausing, on the final stair
Collects her motions into shape.
X. J. Kennedy
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we talked about this painting this morning during my principles of design class. I had never heard of the painting or really the artist- Marcel Duchamp. His “work and ideas had considerable influence on the development of post- World War II Western art, and whose advice to modern art collectors helped shape the tastes of the Western art world.” I was lucky enough to have my computer in class, so I could look up the picture. I love how broken down the piece is. Even with the broken aspect of it there is great cohesiveness and unity. There is such elegant movement.
later today, i checked out the book “The Theatre Posters of James McMullan” from Gregg’s library. I started looking through it and found a quote from Jim McMullan that really connected with me and what I felt in response to the painting “Nude Descending a Staircase.”
Jim McMullan: “I don’t invent from thin air, but from my response to real physical information…The vitality of the human body, closely observed in its idiosyncrasies, is what has always fascinated me about the posters of Toulouse-Lautrec…the body itself became a quickly understood gesture like the movement of a mime or a dancer.”
I can see what he is talking about,and I can see it Duchamp’s work as well. The human form has obviously been a subject for design and art since there was art; and it will continue to be. Personally, i’ve always been daunted by the human form. I’ve taken classes and workshops and had live models… there is so much to take into consideration when drawing each line. If it is off by just a centimeter the whole shape is off. I love the words McMullan uses: vitality, idiosyncrasies…etc. I also greatly admire Toulouse-Lautrec. I can see admiration for Laurtrec in McMullan’s work. There is such focus and attention payed to the emotion behind the body position and facial expressions. So much is said with so little.
I was lucky enough to be able to talk to Jim McMullan for about 20 minutes this past Friday. The converstaion started off slowly and kinda generically. I could tell he had answered these types of questions many times before; and he was hoping for more intriguing and personal questions. I reasured to him that I didn’t want to sound like a broken record and what I really wanted to hear was his story, not just a formula as how to make it as an artist. Be bluntly told me…”You just have to be talented.”
This made me question though… what exaclty is talent? Some people are so talented, but are never really “discovered.” I thinks a combination of being talented, of course; but also being in the right place at the right time. Jim McMullan told me that he was working at drawing book covers, and doing theatre posters just came about because a friend (another artist who designed theatre posters) passed along his name to the Lincoln Center Theatre.
My conversation with Jim McMullan puts things into a more “blunt” perspective. Jim was very to the point. He said he’s always been a devoted reader, and is focused on the “density of writing” and interested in “serious dense subject matter.”
He’s very grateful that he’s had the opportunity to do what he does. He describes designing the theatre posters as a way to reach the audience and pull them in. Each poster is an identity- an opinion. He also told me something that I never really thought about before. The posters make the the actors feel good about the production. It’s true- I love seeing the posters…i love seeing them go around campus, and people stopping and looking at them.
I had a really great talk with him, and I’m so grateful.
