6.25.2010

Exhibition Alert: San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, San Francisco


Alexander Calder, Double Gong (1953). Painted metal and brass, 60 x 132 inches. Doris and Donald Fisher Collection at SFMOMA.

The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art will put on the first exhibition of the Fisher Collection of contemporary art from June 25 through September 19, 2010 called "Calder to Warhol: Introducing the Fisher Collection. This is something I have long wished to see and am so excited be able to make it to in my hometown! Hopefully some of you can make it, below is an introduction to the exhibition. The Fishers are some of the most prolific collectors of contemporary art and their sometimes combative relationship with San Francisco in terms of their contributions to the arts and their wish for a museum to house their collection if donated to the city makes this moment a wonderful ending to a long battle. With the death of Don Fisher, the works going on display tell the story of a couple whose legacy is a passion for art that created a huge, cohesive collection of masterpieces.

6.18.2010

Leonardo da Vinci, St. Jerome in the Wilderness (c. 1480)


Leonardo da Vinci, St. Jerome in the Wilderness (c. 1480). Tempera and oil on walnut panel (41 in × 30 in). Vatican Museums, Rome.

As is mentioned in my brief blurb about myself on the right side of the page, I spent the entirety of my 3rd year of university studying abroad in Florence, Italy. While I was there I was able to work with Dr. Rab Hatfield and Dr. Jonathan K. Nelson at the Syracuse University in Florence Center. While working with Professor Hatfield, I undertook research on a few works by Leonard da Vinci and I would like to share one of my shorter essays (footnotes excluded for brevity's sake) which I created to present to my seminar class. This presentation centered on Leondardo da Vinci's early unfinished work St. Jerome in the Wilderness and I hope you will enjoy! I know this post is a bit longer than most but after quite a few news stories that have been breaking, it might be good to get some more scholarly posts in now and then. This work is really wonderful and I find it one of the Renaissance master's best emotive works.


St. Jerome in the Wilderness by Leonardo da Vinci
Essay Presented by Lydia Melamed Johnson
15 October, 2008 Florence, Italy

Long before the Last Supper or the Mona Lisa would make him famous for his subtle but powerful facial expression and beautifully correct anatomical studies of the human form, Leonardo da Vinci was depicting individuals suffused with heart-wrenching emotion.

A true example and indication of who Leonardo was to become can be seen in one of his earliest attributed works, the St. Jerome in the Wilderness that now hangs in the Vatican Picture Gallery. Begun around 1480, and never finished, this work of oil and tempera on panel is completed only to the point of monochrome under-painting and as such enables the viewer see the process Leonardo was working through on his way to his more complete masterpieces. This work has a varied provenance, and through its journey from Leonardo’s hand to its current place in the Vatican collection the work has endured large amounts of damage and unimpressive restorations. Its earliest known location was actually in the Vatican collections though how it got there or why it did not remain is unknown.
The next reference to the St. Jerome is found in the will of the Swiss-born British Royal Academician Angelica Kauffman in the year 1807, where it was listed as an unfinished work done by Leonardo da Vinci. From this point on it was, and still is, attributed to the artist without any challenges, as the style is most definitely Leonardo’s, even though there is no supporting documentation, sketches or provenance that goes back to Leonardo’s time. After its mention in Kauffman’s will it once again was lost until around 1820 when the French Cardinal Fesch, an uncle to the Emperor Napoleon, found a portion of the work containing the landscape, lion and the bottom part of the saint’s body being used as the doors to a cabinet in a second-hand shop in Rome. The Cardinal then searched for the missing portion containing the head and located it in the workshop of a cobbler, where it had a place of honor as a tabletop. The Cardinal, having rejoined the two parts, had it restored and the unskilled job of the restoration is very evident in the work.

Some years later, in 1845, Pope Pius IV bought the painting from the Cardinal’s heirs for, it is estimated by Angela Ottino della Chiesa in the Complete Paintings of Leonardo, 2,500 francs for his collection, and it is there in the Vatican’s Museum that it hangs today. For all the picture has been through, the fact that it retains much of its original power and beauty is a testament to Leonardo’s early skill. It is because of his advanced level of draughtsmanship and his extensive studies and sketches of humans, animals, and nature that Leonardo is able to carefully emphasize the most important characteristics of a penitent St. Jerome, and use the saint’s established iconography to highlight his implications. Leonardo depicts the saint in the wilderness, or desert, where he was said to have lived for many years in penitence as a hermit between stints of living in various parts of Europe. The saint, canonized for his translation the Bible from Hebrew to Latin that came to be known as the Vulgate, as well as many other religious writings, is one of the Four Western Fathers, or Doctors, of the Catholic Church along with the other literary saints of St. Augustine, St. Ambrose, and St. Gregory the Great. Many artists before and after Leonardo have shown Jerome in the wilderness, but another common mode of presentation is to place the saint in his study in the midst of his great translations, often clothed in Cardinal red as there were many who believed him to have been a cardinal at one time because of his close work with Pope Damascus. In discussing this work it is important to highlight the changes Leonardo makes to the conventional depiction of St. Jerome.

The saint is placed in the center of the work without a distracting desk, book or otherwise, with the core of his body creating the dividing line between the receding landscape and the action that takes place in the foreground. Jerome sits, not in constrained contemplation, but rather he strains forward with his emaciated chest as his left arm swings behind him in preparation of his self-flagellation performed with the rock clenched in his fist. Here is a man struggling to tame his internal desires and inflicting pain upon his own flesh in an attempt to rid his body of its impure urges that go against the doctrine he worships. His body already shows the effects these punishments have taken, especially in the area of his chest where there is a dark spot, probably the beginning of a large bruise from his repeated beatings. Also known to have imposed severe dietary restrictions on himself, the saint’s bony and gaunt flesh is one more indication of his piety and devotion to his vocation. St. Jerome gives the viewer an acute sense of the humanity underneath the holiness of a saintly individual. To accentuate the anguish of the moment, the lion in the foreground, Jerome’s most common attribute, opens his mouth as if to roar in response to what is occurring before him.

This bestial response to Jerome’s self-inflicted punishment underscores the religious piety of the moment with a more animalistic response, the type that would that tempt Jerome to fall from grace and give in to more base urges such as rage or sexual desire. This idea is accentuated by the story of Jerome’s acquisition of the lion. In the tale, an injured lion came across Jerome in the desert, and Jerome aided the animal by removing a thorn it had in its paw. Once the beast was freed from pain it became the constant companion of Jerome and refused to leave his side. As such, the lion goes from a rage and hunger motivated creature, to a domesticated pet shown lying by his keeper’s side. This story symbolizes the relationship between the wounded, or impious, and the ability of the church, symbolized here by Jerome, to heal and cure and bring beings into its fold through a type religious healing such as conversion.
Though it is hard to make out in most reproductions of this work, St. Jerome is turning his head away from the lion and his animalistic urges and actively gazing at an image of a crucifix, and a façade of a church, etched onto the rock wall to his left.

Jerome concentrates on the crucifix as he punishes his own body, aligning his pain with Christ’s in an attempt to beat out the parts of himself that do run parallel to the Savior’s doctrine. With this in mind the saint is looking ahead to years of a more peaceful existence once the trails of his penance are complete, a sort of paradise on Earth that can only be achieved through these agonized moments, a paradise where he is closer to Christ through his parallel trials. The work is a way to interpret and examine the path of Christianity on the way to eternal salvation and the goals of the devout Catholic saint.

Leonardo’s portrayal of Saint Jerome in the wilderness is at once arrestingly beautiful and disturbing in the way that only Leonardo could attain without moving into the realm of the unattractive or the grotesque. The landscape here, as with so much of Leonardo’s work, is not created only for the beauty of itself but rather also to use its subtle undertones to outline certain characteristics of the individual depicted. The beginnings of the landscape that would have surrounded Jerome are stark and unforgiving, characteristics similar to the saint’s opinion of temptation and his own path to Christian purity and piety. In this vein, Leonardo makes the landscape not completely without hope. Just as Jerome looks forward to the future, so too does the faint green coloring help to move the work out of complete desolation. Though this does indicate that suffering is not without end, the pain, both physical and emotional, shown in the figure of Jerome is the centerpiece of the work and as such must be appreciated for its brutally honest depiction of agony. However, as the painting is far from completed, these ideas on the color of the landscape are purely speculation based on the evidence before us, as we cannot know what Leonardo intended for the final product.

Much more obvious however is the facial expression of the saint. The pain etched on Jerome’s face gives indication to the amount of suffering the saint is enduring in his quest for penance and the amount of willpower he is exerting in order to resist temptation. Jerome’s facial expression is a foreshadowing of what was to come in Leonardo’s career, and strong likenesses of this Jerome in the Wilderness can be found both in the unfinished Adoration of the Magi, and even in Leonardo’s famous Last Supper in the expression and pose of St. Phillip. As Jerome strains forward with his left hand over his breast as if anticipating the blow of the rock, so too does St. Phillip seem to move toward the actions and reactions surrounding Christ’s pronouncement of the imminent betrayal of one of these Apostles. While this similarity is slight but apparent, the upturned gaze and gaunt features of one individual present in the Adoration of the Magi, from around 1481-1482, could be St. Jerome himself the similarity is so blatant.

From the closely shorn hair, the sunken eye sockets, and gaping mouth this old man seems to be St. Jerome’s close relative or even twin. However, unlike the penitent saint, this figure turns the agonized expression of the saint into one of confusion and disbelief. Here Leonardo uses the subtle change of angle and gaze to move away from physical pain into mental confusion and the pain that comes from opening one’s eyes to new things after so long under one belief. While both are undergoing a type of transformation, only St. Jerome does so with an alertness that shines through his eyes, as an individual not only physically there, but mentally understanding this internal transformation.

Because this picture is not completed, and maybe because of its sorted history, many of the writers on Leonardo do not give it the credit nor the time it truly deserves. Though each mention it, most do so only briefly to compare it to the later Adoration of the Magi, whose commission is often thought to be the reason the St. Jerome was left incomplete. Kenneth Clark is guilty of over looking the importance of this work, and I found myself disappointed in him as he gives the work less than a full page, and spends the entirety focusing on the provenance of the work and briefly mentioning that it displays Leonardo’s transformation between two major works. While the provenance of the work is indeed interesting, I would rather have learned Clark’s opinion about the compositional aspects of the work, and what makes the image so much more emotionally tense than other pictures of St. Jerome. As such I found that Frank Zollner, and Pietro Marani felt similarly to how I do, and both gave reasonable amounts of time and analysis of the work in their respective works, Leonardo da Vinci, and Leonardo da Vinci: the Complete Paintings. Though Clark mentions that portions of the work are uncharacteristic of the artist, he leaves very little room for real critique of his writing on the picture. As such I must say that I find fault with Clark in his dismissal of what seems to me to be one of Leonardo’s most moving works. While he might not find it as pleasing as the Virgin of the Rocks, and true it has neither the charm nor the subtlety of that masterpiece, he does the St. Jerome and Leonardo himself a great disservice by not giving it the moment it deserves as a precursor to two, and probably more, of Leonardo’s most important works. I say probably, because this work was begun and left unfinished, before Leonardo began his extensive studies into the anatomy of the human body. This picture shows Leonardo’s interest in the body derived first not in the scientific realm, but rather the artistic one, and while Jerome does not yet have the anatomical correctness of some of Leonardo’s later figures he was surely an inspiration to Leonardo in his later studies.

6.16.2010

Because This is Fabulous...




A friend of mine sent this to me a couple weeks ago and it just seems to really fit the whole idea of what is art and why? I should say that I absolutely adore Mark Rothko and this is in no way an opinion I hold but I think it is an important, if very much joking, statement. I hope you like it as much I as I do. I can only post this because I do think Mark Rothko is so f-ing special :)

6.15.2010

Marcel Duchamp, Fountain (1916/17)



Marcel Duchamp, Fountain (1916/17). Porcelain, 360 x 480 x 610 mm. Original Lost, Replicas made with approval of artist in San Francisco, Paris, London, Philadelphia and Indiana.

When Duchamp called all art from the Impressionists on "retinal" it may have sounded like he was not quite translating his languages correctly, but the quote, now famous, gives insight into the inspiration for this revolutionary work. Retinal art, Duchamp said, was art that appealed only to the eye and went no further. He advocated art that could be experienced by the mind, instead of in a superficial visual sense. From this damning opinion only the Surrealists were exempted.

*I should write here, as an aside, that while I admire this works innovation and the immense change it caused in the history of art I loathe this work. Anytime I see it at a museum I glance at it quickly, once again experience the sheer wonder at the idea that an upside down urinal is in a museum exhibition space and not in a restroom and turn away quickly to look at other things. My strong reaction to this piece is the work of art itself and I freely acknowledge and admit my conformity in reacting strongly and adversely to it but what can I say? Though I may not aesthetically like this work, and I find it extremely hard to believe many find this "retinally" pleasing, Duchamp was an innovative genius and deserves his fame. Now, back to the work and the derogatory tone I'm sure will emerge as I write this post. I should warn you that this post will have many tangents as it takes some time to explain this exceedingly simple work, an irony that is not lost on many art lovers I'm sure.

The Fountain was first exhibited in 1917 when Duchamp submitted the work to the New York Society of Independent Artists. He had been previously working with "readymade" pieces in his studio but this was the first time it was exhibited in a public space. The term readymade means exactly what one would think. A manufactured object which the artist found either exactly, or close to, how it was eventually exhibited. The object itself is the important aspect of the work, while the signature of the artist or some small addition or edit to the piece is the only part that shows the hand of the artist and therefore turns into art what was previously a common inanimate object. This type of readymade art is also often referred to as found art.

Duchamp's contribution to this piece of work was first its purchase from the J. L. Mott Iron Works company in New York. He then rotated the work 90 degrees from its original position. After this he scrawled the signature, R. Mutt 1917 across the rim. Is this art? This is the question that has plagued this work for the entirety of its existence. When originally submitted to the Independent Artists exhibition, whose slogan was that ANY work of art submitted would be exhibited, it was hotly debated by the board, who did not know Duchamp had "created" it and submitted it (he was a board member at the time), and eventually it was hidden from view on the exhibition floor, causing Duchamp to immediately resign. The original work was lost (the picture above is of the original, and was taken by Alfred Stieglitz), and the copies currently in San Francisco, Indiana, London, Philadelphia and Paris were manufactured and approved under Duchamp's direction*. Soon after that incident the Dadaists went, the early 20th century version anyway, of viral and published articles on the work in their publication, the Blind Man. One of these articles, by Beatrice Wood, outlined the importance of this work and the artists role in creating it. She stated that it was not important whether it had been crafted by artisan hands, the fact was that it had been CHOSEN by the artist and if he felt that made it worthy of the name, it was. This change in the valuation of work for skill or technique and critical praise was radical and changed the idea of art forever.

Though the Fountain is an important work itself, it true significance lies in the legacy left. Many of the greatest living artists have drawn one way or another on this work in their own pieces, whether consciously or subconsciously, it has affected every generation of artists and art appreciators since its exhibition. From Robert Rauschenberg and Jasper Johns to Andy Warhol and Jeff Koons to many other artists from a list too long to name, the Fountain remains one of the most pivotal moments in 20th century art, if not the entirety of art history.

But is it art?

*this has raised its own questions about whether or not this changes the meaning of the works because they were not, in fact, readymade but rather commissioned. Duchamp excused this on the grounds that he hated to repeat himself and finding more urinals would have been a repetition of the previous work. So what does that make them?

6.11.2010

Banksy's Exit Through The Gift Shop



Exit Through the Gift Shop, a film by Banksy (2010)

A few days ago I was finally able to see the street artist Banksy's newest venture, his film Exit Through The Gift Shop. A few weeks ago I posted an article detailing some of the fabulous movies that have recently come out about art, the art world and the marketing hype that so often surrounds this industry. However, if you really want to understand how hype can build an artist literally from the ground up in about a week, you need to see this movie.

Beginning with a bit of a history lesson on street art and the graffiti artists who made it the huge phenomenon it is today. If you are a street art aficionado this will be a bit of a review, but what a review! Actual footage of the heroes of the movement working their craft on buildings, billboards, roads, and anywhere else with a flat surface (sometimes it doesn't even have to be flat!) is a stunning example of unprecedented access to a very secretive society. Following the beginning of Mister Brainwash, aka Thierry Guetta, a crazy man on a mission with a camera. Though Guetta is initially quite likable in his own way, he becomes a bit of an enigma you don't really want to understand. The movie follows his journey into the secret world of street artists and their daily battles with police.

Featuring the biggest names in the movement, this movie is absolutely fantastic and I have no problem buying into Banksy's latest statement. Though in his own words this movie began as a documentary about him and was turned back on the videographer when he became a more interesting, or at least scintillating, topic. The movie is rife with insane footage of the artists doing their thing, but it also has poignant moments of suspense when what was supposed to be a quick work turns into a fiasco.

The ultimate subject of the movie is Guetta and his made dash for fame that ends the tale is a insightful critique on the art world and its susceptibility to hype, reputation, and need to be ahead of the crowd.

Two thumbs up, see this movie.

6.09.2010

Exhibition Alert: Richard Feigen, New York



Richard L. Feigen & Co., “Richard Wilson and the British Arcadia” through June 25.

I am posting a review today from the New York Times of a wonderful exhibition going on right now at Richard L. Feigen & Co. in New York. A good friend of mine, Ann Guite, put the show together and it was really such an educational and moving exhibition that showed one of the most unrecognized pioneers in early modern painting. Not the most exciting artist or the most visually appealing at all times, Richard Wilson was an innovative and creative artist who changed the course of British painting in the 18th-century. It is definitely worth stopping in!

June 4, 2010
The Mystery of the British Landscape Master
By SOUREN MELIKIAN

Richard Wilson and the British Arcadia. Richard L. Feigen & Co.Through June 25.

6.08.2010

Museum Mile Festival in New York, TONIGHT!


Museum Mile Festival Going on Tonight!

Calling all New York readers!! Today is the Museum Mile Festival! An amazing opportunity to spend the evening hanging around some of the best art in the world while enjoying a street festival on some of New York's most beautiful streets!
Details below, I am so jealous of anyone that is in the vicinity and I hope you will all go and write me about your fabulous time!

Have fun! I'm wishing I was there right now. Click on the title of the post to be taken to the Festival's website!


MUSEUM MILE FESTIVAL

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010, 6pm - 9pm
Featuring:

Museums Participating:
Nine Museums. One Destination.

* El Museo del Barrio
* Museum of the City of New York
* The Jewish Museum
* Cooper Hewitt, National Design Museum, Smithsonian Institution
* National Academy Museum and School of Fine Arts
* Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum
* Neue Galerie New York
* Goethe-Institut/German Cultural Center
* The Metropolitan Museum of Art

The Festival Includes:
* FREE ACCESS 6pm - 9pm to all the museums along the mile
* 23 car-free blocks
5th Avenue between 82nd & 105th
* Live bands
* Entertainment
* Art-in-the street
activities for kids

"One day a year, for the past 31 years, nine of the country's finest museums, all ones that call Fifth Avenue home, collectively open their doors from 6pm - 9pm for free to New Yorkers and visitors for a mile-long block party and visual art celebration. This traffic-free, music- and art-filled celebration fills the street and sidewalks of Fifth Avenue from 82nd to 105th street, the mile now officially designated as Museum Mile. Over 50,000 visitors attend the festival annually.

In celebration of their 40th anniversary, El Museo del Barrio will kick-off the Festival at 5:45pm on the steps of their museum at 104th street!

Plus, follow the mile with street muralist De La Vega – grab a piece of chalk and make your mark!"

6.03.2010

Who Are Your Favorite Visual Artists? Guest Post by Lauren Fliegelman

Guest Post: Lauren Fliegelman's Favorite Visual Artists

At first I thought this might be an impossible task. Similar to when asked what are my favorite movies or songs are, I immediately have to ask my inquisitor for further specifics such as genre or decade. So, according to the rules and regulations as defined by Lydia’s post, this list is, for better or worse, my selections at this time and place in my life.

1. Edouard Manet
2. Fra Angelico
3. Gustave Caillebotte
4. Anselm Kiefer
5. Pollaiuolo Brothers
6. Petrus Christus
7. Giovanni Bellini
8. Emile Nolde
9. Mies van der Rohe
10. Anish Kipoor

6.02.2010

Who Are Your Favorite Visual Artists?



Who Are Your Favorite Visual Artists?

I was recently asked by a friend who my favorite artist was. This question comes up all the time, though in the art world it is most often asked in the much more pretentious tone of, "So who do you like?" or "Who interests you?" This question is also somewhere between the two extremes of obvious and inexplicable. Similar to "what is your favorite color?" one knows exactly who the artists are that really speak to you but it is rarely just one and many usually speak just as strongly to you but maybe in different languages. Also, it is inexplicable because, inevitably, the next question is "why that artist?" Instead of a long drawn out debate/argument/discussion, I have decided to simply give you a list, in the order which I would spend the most time and effort to see these artists' work in person at this particular moment. This means that though I dearly love these artists at this precise moment, it is likely to change in the next days or weeks. I already feel myself leaning towards more contemporary artists and so, undoubtably, artists like Bosch or van der Weyden will change positions with artists like Jasper Johns, Robert Rauchenberg, or Magdalena Abakanowicz in the near future Those are my qualifying terms. HOWEVER, this post demands interaction. If I am exposing my heart to the world, I want to know who are the artists, or works of art, that make your heard pound and your eyes tear. I already know some of them, from comments and emails I have received, but I would love to know more about my readers. So please, for me, tell me your art secrets :)


1. Egon Schiele (the image at the top of the post is a collage made by another blogger of numerous different works by Schiele)



2. Mark Rothko



3. The Italian Mannerists: Rosso Fiorentino / Jacopo Pontormo / Agnolo Bronzino



4. Pablo Picasso



5. Francis Bacon



6. Caravaggio



7. Ernst Ludwig Kirchner



8. Rogier van der Weyden



9. Henri Toulouse-Latrec



10. Hieronymus Bosch

Honorable Mentions:
Jasper Johns
Robert Rauchenberg
Magdalena Abakanowicz
Auguste Rodin


I hope you will take my pleas seriously and let me know who you love and who you would go to the ends of the Earth just to see a work by.

Best,
Lydia

5.31.2010

Obituary: Louise Bourgeois dies at 98



An artist I previously covered has died today. For the post on Louise Bourgeois' Maman see THURSDAY, April 8th, 2010. For a slide show of her work, please either click on the title to this post or go to: http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2010/05/31/arts/design/20100601-bourgeois-ss.html

Louise Bourgeois, Influential Sculptor, Dies at 98
By HOLLAND COTTER for the New York Times, May 31, 2010 (Article taken from website)

Louise Bourgeois, the French-born American artist who gained fame only late in a long career, when her psychologically charged abstract sculptures, drawings and prints had a galvanizing effect on the work of younger artists, particularly women, died on Monday in Manhattan, where she lived. She was 98.

The cause was a heart attack, said Wendy Williams, managing director of the Louise Bourgeois Studio.

Ms. Bourgeois’s sculptures in wood, steel, stone and cast rubber, often organic in form and sexually explicit, emotionally aggressive yet witty, covered many stylistic bases. But from first to last they shared a set of repeated themes centered on the human body and its need for nurture and protection in a frightening world.

Protection often translated into images of shelter or home. A gouged lump of cast bronze, for example, suggested an animal’s lair. A tablelike wooden structure with thin, stiltlike legs resembled a house ever threatening to topple. Her series of “Cells” from the early 1990s — installations of old doors, windows, steel fencing and found objects — were meant to be evocations of her childhood, which she claimed as the psychic source of her art.

But it was her images of the body itself, sensual but grotesque, fragmented, often sexually ambiguous, that proved especially memorable. In some cases the body took the abstract form of an upright wooden pole, pierced by a few holes and stuck with nails; in others it appeared as a pair of women’s hands realistically carved in marble and lying, palms open, on a massive stone base.

Among her most familiar sculptures was the much-exhibited “Nature Study” (1984), a headless sphinx with powerful claws and multiple breasts. Perhaps the most provocative was “Fillette” (1968), a large, detached latex phallus. Ms. Bourgeois can be seen carrying this object, nonchalantly tucked under one arm, in a portrait by the photographer Robert Mapplethorpe taken for the catalog of her 1982 retrospective at the Museum of Modern Art. (In the catalog, the Mapplethorpe picture is cropped to show only the artist’s smiling face.)

That retrospective brought Ms. Bourgeois, in her early 70s, the critical and popular acclaim that had long eluded her. In 1993 she represented the United States in the Venice Biennale. In an art world where women had been treated as second-class citizens and were discouraged from dealing with overtly sexual subject matter, she quickly assumed an emblematic presence. Her work was read by many as an assertive feminist statement, her career as an example of perseverance in the face of neglect.

Ms. Bourgeois often spoke of pain as the subject of her art, and fear: fear of the grip of the past, of the uncertainty of the future, of loss in the present.

“The subject of pain is the business I am in,” she said. “To give meaning and shape to frustration and suffering.” She added: “The existence of pain cannot be denied. I propose no remedies or excuses.” Yet it was her gift for universalizing her interior life as a complex spectrum of sensations that made her art so affecting.

Louise Bourgeois was born on Dec. 25, 1911, on the Left Bank of Paris, the second of three children born to Louis and Josephine Bourgeois. Her parents, financially comfortable, owned a gallery that dealt primarily in antique tapestries. A few years after her birth the family moved out of Paris and set up a workshop for tapestry restoration in Choisy-le-Roi. Ms. Bourgeois remembered as a child drawing fragments of missing images to help in the repairs.

Ms. Bourgeois often spoke of her early, emotionally conflicted family life as formative. Her practical and affectionate mother, who was an invalid, was a positive influence. Her father’s domineering disposition, as well as his marital infidelities (he had a 10-year affair with the children’s English governess), instilled a resentment and an insecurity that Ms. Bourgeois never laid to rest.

Her nightmarish tableau of 1974, “The Destruction of the Father,” for example, is a table in a stagily lighted recess, which holds an arrangement of breastlike bumps, phallic protuberances and other biomorphic shapes in soft-looking latex that suggest the sacrificial evisceration of a body, the whole surrounded by big, crude mammillary forms. Ms. Bourgeois has suggested as the tableau’s inspiration a fantasy from childhood in which a pompous father, whose presence deadens the dinner hour night after night, is pulled onto the table by other family members, dismembered and gobbled up.

Similarly, for a 1994 exhibition titled “Louise Bourgeois: Locus of Memory, Works 1982-1993,” she created a single sculpture and suite of drawings in which the central image was a spider, a creature she associated with her mother, a woman of ever-changing moods.

Drawn in orange and flesh-pink gouache, it here stalked across the page and there shrunk to the size of a pea. As an immense sculpture of soldered metal tubing, it loomed ominously over the viewer but was delicate enough to quiver and sway at a touch. Fragility and fierceness were, in fact, the twin poles of Ms. Bourgeois’s art.

Often there was a precise association in her work. After she had created a number of vertical spirals that seemed to twist in space, she evoked childhood memories of the tapestry business and her family: “When a tapestry had to be washed in the river, it took four people to hoist it out and twist it. Twisting is very important for me. When I dreamt of getting rid of the mistress, it was by twisting her neck.”

At the age of 20, she entered the Sorbonne to study mathematics and geometry, disciplines that she valued for their stability. “I got peace of mind,” she later said, “only through the study of rules nobody could change.” But she left to enroll in a succession of art schools, and counted Fernand Léger among her teachers.

In 1938 she married Robert Goldwater, an American art historian noted for his pioneering work in the field then referred to as primitive art. They moved to New York City that same year, and Ms. Bourgeois attended the Art Students League, where she studied painting with Vaclav Vytlacil and also produced sculpture and prints.

She knew many of the European surrealists then arriving as refugees in New York (she later dismissed them as “smart alecks”), but the artists to whom she felt closest were the American painters who would come to be known as Abstract Expressionists.

Ms. Bourgeois had a solo show of paintings in New York in 1945 and her first exhibition of sculpture — an installation of tall, polelike figures that she intended as abstract portraits of family members and friends — four years later at the Peridot Gallery, at which time she gave up painting for good.

She enjoyed some professional success as a sculptor thereafter (she participated in the Whitney Museum of American Art’s Annual Exhibition almost yearly until 1962). But a significant shift in her career came in 1966, when she was included in an exhibition at the Fischbach Gallery in New York, “Eccentric Abstraction,” organized by the critic Lucy Lippard.

Ms. Bourgeois’s long involvement in the nascent feminist movement, about which she had passionate but ambivalent feelings, began at this time. In the following year she made her first of many trips to the marble works in Carrara and Pietrasanta, Italy, where she produced dozens of major marble pieces over several years.

After her husband’s death in 1973, she began teaching at the School of Visual Arts and elsewhere, including Columbia University, Cooper Union, New York Studio School and Yale University, which awarded her an honorary Doctor of Fine Arts degree in 1977. She also received an honorary doctorate from Pratt Institute in Brooklyn in 1993.

By the mid-1970s, with shifts in art-world trends, her reputation was steadily growing. Although she had been given only four one-woman shows in 30 years after her debut as a sculptor in 1949, from 1978 to 1981 she had five in New York alone. Her retrospective at the Museum of Modern Art the following year, the first retrospective of a woman at the museum, secured her place as an influential figure. Her reputation grew even stronger in the context of the body-centered art of the ’90s, with its emphasis on sexuality, vulnerability and mortality.

Ms. Bourgeois’s first European retrospective was organized by the Kunstverein in Frankfurt in 1989. In 1993 she was chosen to represent the United States at the Venice Biennale. Her exhibition, organized by Charlotta Kotik of the Brooklyn Museum of Art and titled “Louise Bourgeois: The Locus of Memory, Works 1982-1993,” later traveled to the Brooklyn and to the Corcoran Gallery of Art in Washington.

A second international retrospective was organized by the Tate Modern in London and the Centre Pompidou in Paris in 2007 and traveled to New York, Los Angeles and Washington the following year. The Museo Nacional Centro de Arte/Reina Sofia in Madrid and the State Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg mounted retrospectives.

She also was included in four Whitney Biennials, the first in 1973 and the most recent in 1997, and a number of major international shows, including Documenta and the Carnegie International.

A survey of her prints was organized by the Modern in 1994, and a survey of her drawings by the University Art Museum at the University of California, Berkeley, in 1995. At her death, two films about her had been completed. She was represented by Cheim & Read Gallery in Chelsea.

Ms. Bourgeois was named Officer of the Order of Arts and Letters by the French minister of culture in 1983. Other honors included the Grand Prix National de Sculpture from the French government in 1991; the National Medal of Arts, presented to her by President Bill Clinton in 1997; the first lifetime achievement award from the International Sculpture Center in Washington; and election as a fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences.

Certainly her personal style contributed to her mystique. Petite in size, gruff of voice and manner, outspoken but suspicious of interviewers, she spent much of her time either in her home in the Chelsea section of Manhattan or in her studio in Brooklyn, where she worked with Jerry Gorovoy, her assistant since 1980.

Ms Bourgeois is survived by two sons, Jean-Louis, of Manhattan, and Alain, of Brooklyn; two grandchildren; and a great granddaughter. Her son Michel died in 1990.

A lifelong insomniac, she often stayed up drawing or writing in her journal, in the same plain, epigrammatic style in which she spoke. (Her writings and interviews were published under the title “Destruction of the Father/Reconstruction of the Father” by the MIT Press in 1998).

“I have a religious temperament,” Ms. Bourgeois, a professed atheist, said about the emotional and spiritual energy that she poured into her work. “I have not been educated to use it. I’m afraid of power. It makes me nervous. In real life, I identify with the victim. That’s why I went into art.”