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Zocalo Review: Alchemy of Paint

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Does Jerry Buss know just how fitting the purple and gold of his Los Angeles Lakers are? These elite athletes are draped in symbols of immortality and beauty sent from God.

Or so you would think if you were a scientist or painter in the Middle Ages. Spike Bucklow’s articulate yet academic The Alchemy of Paint explores this all-but-obsolete worldview where color and meaning are inseparable and linked to the divine. Today, he writes, color is an “ephemeral commodity,” and suggests that we are poorer for it.

alchemyofpaintThis is true, in a way. In the sort of society Bucklow describes — where the Divine is present everywhere, in every discipline — people share a system of common references, and use it to understand the world. Today, meaning is much more subjective and personal. Like a private language between lovers, shared symbolism has seductive appeal. This is Bucklow’s hook.

Bucklow looks at the making and meaning of ultramarine, vermilion, dragonsblood, metallic blues, Tyrian purple, and gold to explain a world where all natural objects are irreducible composites of matter and form. Bucklow, via Aristotle, explains it like this: “all statues owe their existence jointly to an idea in the sculptor’s head [form] and to the block of stone [matter] in which that idea takes shape.” God is the ultimate sculptor. He has given form to man and all matter.

Tyrian purple is a fine example of the link between form, matter, and the spirituality inherent in traditional science. The pigment was made by catching carnivorous snails with carrion. White wool, symbolizing the Virgin, was dyed with their toxic blood and left outside. There it “received beauty” (read: turned purple) from the fiery body of the sun (the most worthy image of God in the world, according to Dante). The color never faded in sunlight or when washed. The permanent hue represented Christ’s immortality and shared in his divinity. Because of the symbolic value of Tyrian purple, each step of this process was carefully regulated. Death or amputation was the penalty for unsanctioned dying, trading or possession of purple cloth. In this sense, purple’s symbolism goes beyond the symbolic as we understand it in secular society. In this science, color and its genesis are tangibly linked to God.

Man’s creation of anything is made possible through the interplay between God’s perfect universe and man’s imperfect world. Bucklow writes, “The heavens are reflected on earth and both heaven and earth are reflected in humanity.” So instead of determining the time for color-making processes with trial and error and an early modern stopwatch, sacred chants and symbolic time periods, for example Christ’s 40-day period of transformation in the desert, were used as standard measures. Modern scientific thought, as with losing a fixed language of color symbolism, takes the Divine mystery out of the everyday experience. Perhaps it is not the absence of the Divine in scientific method, but the loss of the perceived connections between all things that we should mourn.

“Approached on their own terms,” he writes, “dyes, pigments and metals provide access to the most profound levels of meaning in some of the greatest products of European culture.” The Alchemy of Paint is an excellent guide through the meaning of color during a certain period. However, the task of uncoding a specific work of art is up to the reader, as there is little discussion of any of the aforementioned cultural products. This is also not a comparative study on the significance of color choices in modern and early modern visual arts.

As a research scientist with a Ph.D. in the conservation of easel paintings, Bucklow deftly handles both the scientific and spiritual aspects of the making and meaning of pigment. Still, history of science prevails over art here, making color the subject that drives a modern man’s romantic exploration of an archaic way of seeing.

*Photo courtesy Buttersweet. Reviewed by Saskia Vogel for Zocalo Public Square

Zocalo Review: Sexism in America

Does Sexism in America really show the truth about women’s lives in the new millennium? The reader sympathetic to the idea of gender equality hopes the answer is no.

But it’s hard to brush off Barbara J. Berg’s clear language and arguments about how sexism is ruining the future of America. Even those reluctant to call themselves feminists may be spurred into action.

sexism-america-alive-well-ruining-barbara-j-berg-phdIn 23 bite-sized chapters, Berg traces the women’s movement from the 1950s through the Reagan administration and 9/11 by examining social, economic and cultural issues that, she argues, indicate that sexism is indeed alive and well. Her idea of sexism is a robust one — she examines blatant discrimination against women. But she also makes the more common, less damning charge that the media depicts women in ways that aren’t exactly inspiring for young girls.

Berg begins her analysis with World War II, when the work of war required new thinking — and new government policy — about women. But the “There’s not a job a woman cannot do” ethos of the time melted away with the next decade’s return to domesticity, typified, Berg says, by television shows like Father Knows Best. The 1960s — well-trodden ground in histories of feminism, of course — may have reversed that, but the spirit of the time, Berg says, seems to have ebbed.

Berg, a historian and activist, wonders how women today managed to lose sight of the trials of last century, and those that linger today. Part of the problem, her research shows, is that people seem to have forgotten how women’s rights were secured in the first place. Roe v Wade seems essentially a catchword today, and the life-threatening measures women took before are distant memories.

As Berg reminds us that the personal is still political, she offers some concrete, and harrowing, findings about the status of women today. Catherine Hill of the American Association of American Women is quoted as saying, “One trend I’m noticing is the feminization of certain professions and specialties, resulting in lowering their status and salaries.” In addition to this subtle form of discrimination, Berg also observes that younger and more attractive women are favored over older women. As a result, older women don’t get into training programs, have less upward mobility, and get fewer raises. The resultant lower pension benefits keep women over 65, the majority of whom have social security as their sole income, particularly vulnerable to economic shifts.

Berg makes a strong case for the idea that pregancy can spell redundancy in major corporations. Berg finds Bloomberg to be a particularly bad offender. One interviewee recounted that after announcing her pregancy, her commitment to her CEO position  was questioned, and she suffered “demotions, decreases in compensation, and retaliation after I complained to human resources.”

Berg offers a fairly broad take on women in contemporary pop culture. Dora the Explorer and Hannah Montana notwithstanding, Berg argues that female empowerment is hard to find onscreen. Female solidarity is a punch line, or an impossibility, in Mean Girls and Gossip Girl. Chick lit and chick flicks overwhelmingly insist that careers preclude personal happiness for women. Hannah Montana may have the best of both worlds, but Berg leads us to believe that she is one of few.

There’s only some hope in the toy market which, Berg argues, shapes identity for girls. The Liv dolls, the newly-released, non-trampy, go-getting follow-up to the Bratz brand, may well be a sign that the times are changing. But Berg doesn’t mention them — likely because they’re fresh off the assembly line—and until they prove their mettle against the Bratz phenomenon, the jury is out. Another contender for the Bratz’ throne are the Disney princesses, though they’re no Liv. As Berg notes, marketing them all together as a brand may have been a stroke of ad man genius, but the princess archetype isn’t exactly great for girls either. Barbie’s plastic proportions may be superhuman, but at least she had goals and dreams — lots of them. Lawyer, doctor, astronaut, ballerina….

Excerpt: “[S]sexism has become camp. It’s riotous and cool. It’s chest-thumping fun, powerful, and self-reinforcing. The media exhibits all the heady recklessness of the old boys club, dumping over women to make men feel strong and in control.”

Further Reading: When Everything Changed: The Amazing Journey of American Women from 1960 to the Present and Full Frontal Feminism: A Young Woman’s Guide to Why Feminism Matters

*Photo courtesy magandafille. Reviewed by Saskia Vogel for Zocalo Public Square