From Mrs. Pollock to Miss Krasner: 1908-1984
Mrs. Jackson Pollock
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How many artists, thinkers, philosophers, musicians, humans, have been reduced to this single honorific epithet? How many have been shamed further into having their entire name erased (e.g., Mrs. John Smith, where the husband's name is the only name which matters)? This is tragic, certainly; but what is more tragic may be: how many of us notice?
Perhaps it is a testament to progress that most of you reading this cringed at the title: Mrs. Jackson Pollock. We've come a long way since the 1950s when such a demonym existed without a second glance. But this distance is precisely why I chose such a title for this week's artist. It is almost impossible to recognize how normal this was only a few decades ago; the outrage you now feel is only a fraction of the outrage felt by those whose names were erased in favor of their partner's (read: husband's), and that outrage should not be overlooked.
It is one thing to say, "Lee Krasner was unfairly overshadowed by her husband." That might fill us with an intellectual annoyance, or perhaps an ethical frustration. But to read her overshadowing, to feel her minimization, is to experience outrage, not merely to rationalize it. How easy it is for major publications to talk about her mistreatment (even if their own editors would have done the same only 50 years ago); it is much more difficult to force readers to experience the discomfort associated with that mistreatment. If you are outraged now, the title has done its job. Krasner was not unaware of this; in an interview, she said, "The first approval is: 'This is so good you can't tell a woman made it.'" If that isn't an indictment on the state of art in the 20th century, I'm not sure what is.
Of course, we would be doing her a disservice if we reduced Lee Krasner's legacy to misogyny-as-reminder. Her work stands on its own and deserves to be appreciated as such. What is difficult and exciting about such a task is her perpetual evolution; we find in Krasner's work classic portraiture, cubist sketching, abstract expressionism, and, eventually, neo-abstraction in her late works. Even if you dislike Pollock (which, admittedly, I do), Krasner probably has an artwork, or even a period of artworks, which will resonate with you.
Her artistic process is, much to my admiration, quite spontaneous. Not that she waits for inspiration; instead, she allows inspiration to reveal itself even in the ruins of previously discarded work. This is a process which should be familiar with many modernist artists, especially those of the American school who are used to using the discarded remnants of failed projects to create new pieces. She established an oeuvre distinct from Jackson Pollock, and even in her mature works, which reveal an influence from Pollock, her fingerprint remains indelible. Works like Night Creatures from 1965 echo a neo-post-impressionist aesthetic, while Imperative, from 1976, reveals her interest in collage, not dissimilar from the paper-cut works of Matisse. Mysteries, from 1972, is an amalgamation of various 20th century styles, and shows Lee Krasner as an artist capable of creating in a variety of genres and mediums (this particular piece is painted on cotton duck, a thicker form of canvas, showing her ability to work with a variety of materials as well). All of this together discloses an artist comfortable creating art in whatever mode or medium feels right, which is, unfortunately, a potential reason for her obscurity (besides the obvious as mentioned above).
Lee Krasner reminds us that art exists in many forms and can take the mode of whatever is necessary for its expression. Our duty, as artists, is to express what must be expressed, regardless of our proclivities, without fear or shame. Her vigilance of Jackson Pollock's works after his death also reminds us of love in spite of the stereotypes surrounding it. Though others were quick to suspend Mr. Jackson above her, she was not one to allow that to taint her opinion of him (he did enough of that on his own, but that's another story for another week). Instead, she chose to focus on her work, letting it speak for itself, with a voice we are all forced to hear.
What a voice it is.