7.15.24 — The Faces of Asia
When Utagawa Hiroshige named his prints 100 Famous Views of Edo, he could have been describing the many faces of a modern city. A lifelong resident of Edo, in Japan, he could see it changing beneath his feet and always came back for more. A New Yorker would know the feeling even today. You can tally the precious gains and losses in the course of a lifetime, from favorite haunts to entire neighborhoods.
Hiroshige, though, seems to have felt only the pleasures, and he took equal joy in seeking them out, from 1856 to 1858. A map at the Brooklyn Museum marks the spot of each and every print, and they cover the city. Their scope and density are impressive indeed for a city still on the brink of modernity, and so is his ever-shifting point of view. He juxtaposes nature and culture, change and tradition—and not even their clash can disturb the stillness. Some of the handmade impressions have since vanished or faded, but the museum has a fine complete set, and it is on display for the first time in twenty-four years. One can walk alongside it, on all four walls of a large room, to share in their continued discoveries and the silence.
The museum asked a popular contemporary artist, Takashi Murakami, if he had on hand a response to the city—or would like to make one. Yes to both, and he has contributed not just one painting, but several, as tall or taller than he. Their size alone pulls Hiroshige into present. And then, as he always does, Murakami got carried away by his subject and his own facility. In a matter of months he created a complete series after the original—and I work their two views of Edo together with a recent report on still more of Asian art, in the art of India, as a longer review and my latest upload.
Hiroshige (and no one calls him anything else) was not the first to title a work Famous Views. Kitao Shigemasa, for one, had adopted it in 1770, and it had already come to stand for a genre as well as a boast. And Hiroshige’s series quickly earned its name. By the time he was done, it had grown to well over a hundred views in the face of demand, which also drove the multiple impressions. It found itself at the center of Japanese tradition, and no wonder. He rendered Edo day and night, in all weathers, and in every season, with an eye on both past and future.
Cities everywhere were changing fast, as urban economies brought expansion and commercialization. Hiroshige includes wood beams and towers as signs of construction. He moves easily between distant mountains and streets lined with stores and the craft that fed them, along with window-shoppers. The museum recreates a storefront in the center of the room. It was a low-rise city all the same. Towers tilt precariously and streets curve gently, with modern bustle and old-world charm.
Then, too, Edo had its own drivers of change. It had been growing for at least two centuries, but now feudal lords and shoguns had taken over. Samurai, their private armies, make a point of their discipline in close procession. Tourists showed up, too, for picnics, antiquity, and shopping. This was no longer a rural backwater, although it sits beside waters with views of a temple and its pagoda. Just ten years after this series of prints, the emperor moved in as well, and the city became Tokyo.
Hiroshige’s prints run in no particular order, through August 4, although he dates every one. Rather, he keeps the emphasis on discovery and variety. The simplest compositions proceed step by step into depth, marked by people, terraces, a herd of deer, more distant isles, mountains, and sky. Increasingly, though, he plays against expectations. The foreground cuts off architecture, leaving nowhere to stand. A ferry rider’s hands rest on a rail, but what he sees may or may not match what you see.
He is playing with scale and point of view. A cat sits on a sill, looking out along with you, but with the better view. A kite or bird seems way larger than life as it swoops down and into the picture plane. He plays, too, with strong color and gentle gradations. Wood blocks all but demand uniform colors, but not for him—from the intensity of sunset to boxes for each work’s title. If Japanese art makes you think of the monochrome of Chinese calligraphy and screens, think again.
A changing light adds still greater variety and drama. Tiny stars fill the night sky, and newly fallen show brightens the day. Sheets of rain in parallel streaks further define the picture plain and dare you to penetrate. And still the mood is peace. The exhibition opened just as cherry trees blossomed outside the museum. One banner shifts in the breeze, but others do not, and the cat lies still—and return for Murakami’s side of the story next time.
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