Danforth Museum of Art
123 Union Avenue
Framingham, Massachusetts
Through August 3
BEHIND A PLAIN FAçADE, THE MEMBERS’ SHOW AT THE DANFORTH MUSEUM IS A CORNUCOPIA OF ART FILLED WITH SURPRISES TO ATTRACT THE STEADY GAzE. WHEN I ARRIVED IN FRAMINGHAM IT WAS DRIZZLING COLD, BUT WITH SUCH A QUANTITY OF QUALITY, I FELT LIKE I WAS STEPPING ONTO A WARM BEACH SHELVING TOWARDS LAPPING BLUE WATERS. I KEPT MY PEN AND NOTEBOOK DRY, BUT BARELY.
Director Katherine French showed me around while explaining the genesis of this landfall. She and her staff have been diligently stirring the waters of New England to bring artists of talent and ambition into the fold of membership, welcoming them with annual group shows of juried paintings.
Add a strong selective intelligence to this mix, such as Institute of Contemporary Art curator Carole Anne Meehan, and voila, you have roomfuls of art to be proud of, for art lovers to feast upon and for artists themselves to spy out the competition and expose their creativity to vital cross-fertilization. Perfect? Not quite.
Membership and submissions to member shows have been growing vigorously. Enough so that when guest curator Meehan had filled her allotted space there was still too much evidence of quality to permit to slip away. So, French and her staff hauled their permanent collection into temporary storage and filled two more galleries with additionally selected works. And it works!
On the principle of “last shall be first” I plunged to the end of the two galleries of additionally selected works to a tiny room where I came upon Eleonora Lecei’s apocalyptic
chickens, “# 1 and #2.” They reminded me of nothing else I’d seen before, except perhaps Medardo
Rosso’s poignantly modeled wax busts. They evoked both strutting, clucking barnyard chickens, and also two ghostly avian individuals with an uncanny aura of apocalypse. Who knew?
I left the two chickens and a small oil painting of a donkey spreading its front legs fetchingly to drink in a pool just beyond the picture’s foreground, and stepped into a
world of wings.
Just a word about organization is perhaps due. French and her staff have grouped paintings not rigidly but just tightly enough so that there is often a family resemblance of