Political Art

Political Art
By Carol Mickett
There is no way getting around it.  We live in a very political time.  Even protecting one’s own health and that of others is now a political act.  How did we get to this place?  I, and no doubt you, could go on at some length about how we got here.  The question is what do we do now?
As artists, whether visual, performing or literary, we make art.  Art, as every other act in our lives, has become political.  Of course, political art has always been present.  Sometimes more visible than at others.  In times of war, upheaval, oppression, and denial, political art bountifully emerges.
When I think of political art, I immediately think of Goya’s The Third of May 1808 or Picasso’s Guernica.  Both about the horrors of war and oppression.  Or Adrienne Rich’s poem “What Kind of Times are These.”  Or the music of the 60s and 70s, which still are played as political anthems.  Or theatre from Laurents, Bernstein, Sondheim’s Westside Story to August Wilson’s Century Cycle to Ntozake Shange’s Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow is Enuf to Tony Kushner’s Angels in America.  These are some of the classics, but, oh, the richness of what we can expect now.

Francisco de Goya, 1814, The Third of May 1808, Oil on Canvas, 106 in × 137 in

 
Pablo Picasso, 1937, Guernica, Oil on Canvas, 11’6″ x 25’6″

 
The art Robert Stackhouse and I are making is focused on water and its role in climate change.  Namely, it’s HOT and getting hotter.  We are raising that issue but also exploring ways to mitigate it.  The heat and rising tides of our oceans are particularly poignant when living in Florida or any coastal area.  The warming waters create warming temperatures which in turn make life challenging, too expensive, and extremely unhealthy.  Pandemics in this environment are more apt to occur and have a strong tendency to target those who are most economically challenged and physically vulnerable.  Everything is connected.  So, where we begin in the long run doesn’t really matter as long as we begin and keep going.
I am in awe of the young artists who are fueling the Black Lives Matter movement.  I am in awe of the young artists who are fueling the get-out-the-vote effort.  I am in awe of the young artists who are fueling the efforts to keep us all aware of the crippling effects Covid-19.  I am also in awe of artists of every age, of every ethnicity, or every way of life who are continuing to make art and have their voices heard over the din of our world’s growing oppression.
Xena Goldman, Greta McLain, and Cadex Herrera, 2020, George Floyd

To all of us, I say ART ON!

What Kind of Times Are These
By Adrienne Rich

There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows.

I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don’t be fooled
this isn’t a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here,
our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,
its own ways of making people disappear.

I won’t tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods
meeting the unmarked strip of light—
ghost-ridden crossroads, leaf mold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.

And I won’t tell you where it is, so why do I tell you
anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these
to have you listen at all, it’s necessary
to talk about trees.

Adrienne Rich, “What Kind of Times are These” from Collected Poems: 1950-2012. Copyright © 2016 by The Adrienne Rich Literary Trust.  Copyright © 1995 Adrienne Rich. Reprinted by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc..

Source: Dark Fields of the Republic: Poems 1991-1995 (W. W. Norton and Company Inc., 1995

 
 
 
 

 
 
 

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