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Maria Sonia Martin
To Touch a Rising Hero, 2009 Acrylic on canvas 48" X 36"
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All Florida show at Boca Museum rich and rewarding
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Written by Grettel Sarmiento, July 1, 2010, Palm Beach Arts Papers, Palm Beach, Florida
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I have never been a fan of having artists explain their work with their own words, but with a show as diverse as the 59th Annual All
Florida Juried Competition and Exhibition it might just prove useful. The competition, the oldest of its kind, gives new and
established artists residing in the state a chance to expose their work. Of about 1,400 entries submitted this year, 92 works
by 81 artists were selected. Juror Linda Norden, who has taught at Yale University and Columbia and served as the first curator
of contemporary art at the Harvard Art Museum/Fogg Museum, did the picking. The works, representing painting, photography, sculpture
and video, are now showing on the ground floor of the Boca Raton Museum of Art until Aug. 8.
On opening night, four awards were
given to the four artists behind the most intriguing pieces, such as a 24 minute video of an orange being sewn back together after
being peeled (the end result looking like an orange baseball) and an installation of various kinds of chairs in front of the museum.
But more awards should have been handed out. After all, an art show derived from a competition should praise not only the shocking
and the beautiful but also the childish, the absurd and the meaningful, along with the new and the old.
And so it is that here
we get the traditional self-portrait, the striking landscape, the photographed orchid, the window sweating with raindrops and the
incomprehensible sculpture, where here comes in the form of a dirty mirror and flag mount titled Err, by Tom Scicluna of Miami.
An error would be a nice way to describe it. Less sympathetic viewers might call it a joke, an insult.
There are also humorous
pieces that don't pretend to be serious, such as Dagwood, a tall hamburger that greets us at the beginning. It is by John Pack,
an artist from Fort Lauderdale currently busy with creating sculptures of food from materials collected from Florida beaches.
Here seashells, coral debris and minerals give the illusion of lettuce, tomato, meat and bread.
The fun continues as you go on,
toward the left, and two primate ladies strike a pose. Both are wearing floral dresses, black gloves and fashionable hats.
They have that mean/serious look models usually adopt for the runway. The one to the right, also the tallest one, is wearing
lipstick. She nails the feminine look that her friend, on the left, can't pull off despite the ornaments. This is Fashion
Evolution I, by Delray Beach artist Jean Hutchinson. Having seen it, I now can't think of fashion seriously.
The first
photographs of the show appear on the opposite wall facing the primate ladies. There are four of them on the wall, and yet Cypress
Harvest-Reaching Out seems to me to be the only one. Wellington photographer Allison Parssi has chosen to depict only a part
of the subjects, and not the face, or the eyes or the legs. We see hands, in action, and not a violent one for a change, but
rather performing the natural instinctive act of reaching out. The hands seem to perform this motion so easily, and in the abstract
sense, it reminds us that asking for help, coming closer, reaching out, saying a word, is only human.
Another photo that, again,
asks more than answers is Dream Walking, by photographer Jim LaRocco of Highland Beach. Imagine typing "girl" into a Google
image search and getting in return a really bad result. That's what this is: a blurry image not even of an entire figure,
just a segment of a girl. LaRocco's wears a black short skirt, black shoes and black socks up to right below the knee.
We are right behind her although we don't know where she is heading. We are not even sure she knows she is being followed.
It's nothing we haven't seen before, but the image retains our attention longer than the real version of the event would. This
is the power of photography: to give mundane every-day acts a second chance at being noticed and considered even beautiful.
But
as much as I like LaRocco's photo, it is My Father, by Kim Kuhn of Port Orange that is my personal favorite of the show. Humble
in size, this piece is like a secret: unique and yet universal, like one's individual story of discovering the truth of Santa Claus
or having sex for the first time. It depicts Kuhn's father in a dark hotel room. He is sitting on the end of the bed facing
a closed curtain from where a shirt hangs. We can't see his face. Shoes rest under the bed and a roll of paper towels
is on the table.
The man is either meditating or watching television. It's not sad because it shows a sad father.
It's sad because it's a reduced father, a human one, and it's real. This is Kuhn's father after "the divorce", reads the description,
and it goes on to say that "there comes a point at which the perception of a parent transitions from unsurpassable being to mere mortal.
Inevitable, I've learned to accept the fact that parents are not devoid of flaws." His photo is whispering: Parents are
fragile beings, but shhh...don't tell anyone.
When it comes to painting, small is sometimes better, as in the case of Hamptons
Room, a 14" X 11" oil with lots of emotion and energy. The lack of action is compensated for by the impulsive/aggressive strokes
taking over the bed and suitcase depicted. In this painting, by Natalya Laskis of Miami, it's not color that gives life to the
canvas, but the thick visible strokes.
Close by, on another bed, sits a nude woman. She is refined, slender and beautiful.
One wonders if her brain is as sharp as her jaw. The colored, stripped bedsheets reflect on her pale skin. The bed looks
done. It's not certain whether she is going or coming. And the fact that both of her hands concentrate on her right ear
doesn't explain anything, except that the task of putting on/taking off an earring is a tricky one. The bed is by Carolyn Schlam
of Miami Shores, and should have gotten a prize just for creating something that feels new with traditional materials and approach.
The
idea at arriving at "new" through "old" ways brings us to another piece in the right side of the room. It's easy to distinguish
because of its contrasting dark colors: red and blue. To tough a rising hero, by Maria Sonia Martin of Miami, has a certain
innocence to it. It seems to have escaped the laws and principles of art to give us a simple, child-like piece in which subtle
variations of blue are the only signs of sophistication. A child reaches up to touch a creature, a dog or a horse, above him.
Half of his body is red. The other half is blue. Same goes for the animal. One will fade faster into the background.
Will it be the creature that loses its dreamer? Or is the child who will lose the dream?
The darkest of the pieces is right
by the end of the show, and like rising hero, it's more concerned with expression. Sight, by Cecilia Bedin of Weston, is mostly
a dance of blacks and white that inevitably turns gray at times, and surprises with a touch of purple and green and orange lines.
I personally call these types of pieces "unafraid abstraction". You can tell them apart from the "afraid" ones because they
contain and project lots of emotion as opposed to feeling flat.
Going after the M.C. Escher effect was Pamela Fessel of Vero
Beach, with Florida Gator Fairy, a fine piece with an incredible amount of detail that really pushes the artistic abilities of that
old friend of civilization: the pencil. In Fessel's piece, a thin brunette fairy sits by the gator's nostrils and caresses
or heals its thick skin. They blend in with the dense vegetation so well that, if we are not careful, they might disappear right
before our eyes.
The good news about the show is that there is no right or wrong way to go about seeing it. The works being
shown are in no particular order, which makes it more exciting, less predictable. Photography appears next to oil painting,
small pieces share the same wall with huge ones, and self-portraits are followed by abstractions. They are more about what the
artists feel and see rather than what they do and how they do it.
I found plenty of likeable and relatable pieces, good creations
that are not necessarily unique, and unique ideas that could have had better execution. But even those lacking skill don't suffer,
if we keep in mind that this is a show about purity of feeling, which can't be taught, and not so much about technique,
which can.
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2009-07-12. Misceláneas de Cuba, Revista de Asignaturas Cubanas, No. 2, Año V, Abril - Junio 2009 Julio César Soler Baró |
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María Sonia Martin, mujer humana, artista universal, cubana y americana.
Nació en La Habana, Cuba, en el año 1951. Y 10 años más tarde, en enero del 1962, emigró María Sonia hacia los Estados Unidos en compañía
de su hermana mayor, quien entonces solo tenía 11 años. María Sonia y su hermana fueron dos de las 14 000 infantes que entre 1960
y 1962, acogidas al programa “Pedro Pan”, solas, sin sus padres, dejaron Cuba rumbo a los Estados Unidos. A las hermanas en Nueva
York les esperaban el padre, quien como trabajaba de noche, les llevó a vivir a casa de unos tíos hasta entonces desconocidos para
las niñas. Con su madre y su hermano menor pudieron reunirse seis meses más tarde en esa misma ciudad -y fue entonces que nos reuníamos
otra vez como una familia– nos cuenta María Sonia; quien en el 1968 junto a sus familiares se trasladó a Miami, Florida, en donde
ha vivido desde entonces. Ella, María Sonia Martín, es la artista plástica invitada a ilustrar con una muestra de su magnífica obra,
las páginas de la presente publicación de nuestra revista. La artista, que a mi pregunta acerca del posible reflejo de su pasado en
su obra, responde textualmente con las siguientes líneas: “Las experiencias vividas de un artista, y su entendimiento de esas experiencias,
siempre se reflejan de una manera u otra en su obra. Cuando se crea una obra de arte, el concepto se forma desde un estado muy profundo
que es el subconsciente. Todo está almacenado ahí, en el subconsciente. Como mi obra es expresiva y personal, yo sí creo que las experiencias
que he vivido se reflejan en mi trabajo. Algunas veces entiendo el porqué de una obra y otras veces no. Pero eso, el significado de
mis obras, se lo dejo al espectador. Ese es su privilegio”. Ha cursado estudios en Miami Dade Community College, Miami, Florida en
1983 y es graduada en Bellas Artes, con altos honores, de la Universidad International de Miami, Florida, en 1986. María Sonia ha
participado en un sin número de exposiciones colectivas y personales, de las cuales aquí destacamos: Personales: Rainy River Community
College, International Falls, Minnesota USA Current Paintings, 5 de Febrero - 2 de Marzode 2007 Colectivas:
Particularmente a mí la obra de María Sonia Martín me dice:
mira lo que llevo dentro, las fuerzas que me duelen y que me obligan; el inoportuno resto de arena que de valor y de sentido me llena,
y me define. La perla en el estómago de la ostra. Esta obra es surrealista, costumbrista, algo barroca, abstracta como el pensamiento
del humano, imprevisible como sus acciones pero definitivamente la obra de un ente humano; impresionante y no impresionista sino expresionista,
como la dura y ruda coraza del solitario molusco hacedor de perlas. Esta obra me sugiere el valor de lo que con celo guarda y lo que
en su mutismo esconde; porque el silencio es en muchos de estos trabajos, precisamente lo que más habla, y son los tonos graves también
los más agudos. El gris es aquí de lo que más brilla, aunque ni el amarillo ni el azul falten junto al intenso rojo; y es que supongo
esta obra fue dibuja a la sombra de un abandono, de un dejar Cuba y de un crecerse en un perenne lejos. María Sonia nos confiesa que
su obra – “no refleja al exilio en sí mismo en el cual he vivido la mayor parte de mi vida, sino es el contexto para mis experiencias
vividas. Ciertos elementos sociales y culturales de este exilio me han moldeado como persona y me dan la perspectiva en como veo la
vida, pero mi obra habla de un ser universal el cual se encuentra en cualquier rincón del mundo”. La artista nos habla de pedazos de
Cuba que lleva en el alma, de cuando aprendió a leer y del día en que la dejó para no volverle a ver hasta pasados 36 años, en un
viaje lleno de gozo y de dolor. María Sonia Martín, para quien lo más importante hoy es, lejos de perseguir la fama y el reconocimiento
público, el producir su mejor obra, nos revela cinco palabra llaves con las que personalmente abre para nosotros las puertas de su
arte en estas misceláneas páginas, y esas claves son; universal, expresivo, humano, humilde y honesto. En fin: Bienvenida, María Sonia
Martín, a nuestra galería plana, bienvenidos nuestros aventurados lectores, y que por el bien de nuestra Cuba, del arte, de una artista
y de todos nosotros los amantes de la expresión sin límites y la buena plástica, que se mantenga y crezca nuestra cooperación.
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Faye Whitbeck, RRCC hosts Cuban artist's exhibition, Rainy River Community College, The Daily Journal, International Falls, Minnesota, February 8, 2007 page 1B |
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Casa y Estilo Internacional Magazine, Miami, Florida June 2005 Edition Ano XI, No. 62, p 32,
Review by Lidia Sanchez
Amores
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