Forward of the Diminishing World | Sarah Schulman

“Why does somebody create an image of anything?” —Hartley Neel

“Art could be called ‘the search.’” —Alice Neel

A witness sees different individuals from a secure distance. A participant shares their vulnerability. Alice Neel (1900–1984) painted portraits that usually sat precariously between the 2 positions. In contrast to a lot of her American friends, she didn’t go to Europe till she was in her sixties. It was as an alternative in Havana the place, residing with a wealthy Cuban husband within the Twenties, she was first uncovered to the contrasts of maximum wealth and excessive poverty—a shock to which she attributed her Communism. 13 years later, estranged from her husband and residing in East Harlem as a single mom, she herself skilled brutal poverty, making work of all her parallel worlds, together with artist buddies, patrons, her Puerto Rican boyfriend’s household, and her Latino neighbors.

That she sustained her art-making as a mom, amid obscurity and privation, already makes her outstanding. She thought she may need grow to be a portraitist from learning her mom’s face, “which had dominion over me,” to detect any signal of a potential outburst of “dissatisfied morbidity.” She watched and noticed individuals as a protection in opposition to their unpredictability. This behavior was later solid as a social worth. “I always loved the most wretched and the working class,” she mentioned. “But then I also loved the most effete and most elegant.”¹

There may be an equality in a lot of her portraits, repeatedly found—they really feel alive within the second. A few of her Latino and Black sitters have been solely seen in prestigious galleries as soon as she was lastly acknowledged in her eighties; the identical is true of among the feminist artwork critics, artists, and curators who posed for her. However a distinct type of impulse will be present in “At Home: Alice Neel in the Queer World,” an exhibition at David Zwirner curated by Hilton Als. Whereas her neighbors have been much more marginalized, nearly all of the homosexual/queer males she painted have been higher off than she was and had higher alternatives to achieve some autonomy for themselves. Portray their portraits elevated their curiosity in her and her work. Critics, sellers, curators, and artists like Frank O’Hara, Henry Geldzahler, Andy Warhol, John Perreault, and John Gruen held the important thing to her long-overdue and deeply desired recognition.

O’Hara, a curator on the Museum of Trendy Artwork, is gangly but charming in Neel’s portrait of him at Zwirner, awkward with a protruding brow. He has lengthy, tapered fingers and a smoker’s smile. Geldhazahler wears the identical crew neck sweater as O’Hara however is frowning, clinging to his thronelike chair, and flashing a big ring. He was a curator on the Met, and Neel depicts him as up to date royalty. Pandering to those males’s self-interest, constructing friendships by giving them consideration, and fascinating them along with her intelligence and attraction helped her claw her approach out of a lady’s obscurity and into the world that males management.   

Earlier than second-wave feminism, some white heterosexual girls cultivated a type of childishness to make themselves much less threatening to males—an impulse that has by no means stopped paying off. Some, like Neel, used it as a protecting cowl for intelligence and talent. In archival footage she typically places on a kooky entrance, even when sharing refined concepts or expressing robust opinions. Her capability to seem concurrently helpless and sexually highly effective was a protecting tactic that didn’t intrude with the precise creation of her work. Some highly effective homosexual males have been interested in this kind of conventional attraction—it wouldn’t have been potential, I feel, for them to acknowledge her expertise with out the consolation of it. One story resonates with girls artists throughout the many years: within the late Nineteen Sixties Neel requested Geldzahler to think about her work for a present he was placing collectively. “Oh,” he replied, “so you want to be a professional?”

Neel at all times hustled to assist her portray follow. In artwork faculty she borrowed from boyfriends. Within the Nineteen Thirties she did initiatives for the Works Progress Administration, after which she was on welfare. She had solely eight solo reveals from age twenty-seven to sixty-four, after which greater than sixty solo reveals from that time till her demise. It was a lady, Muriel Gardiner, a psychotherapist, who truly handed her cash: beginning at sixty-four, Neel acquired a $6,000 annual stipend for all times.

However by then the harm of getting been constantly and stupidly discarded by male gatekeepers had left Neel with a narcissistic wound. Even close to the top of her life, even on the Tonight Present with Johnny Carson, she was reciting her laurels of recognition, not seeing that the eye itself was its proof. When she talks to Barbaralee Diamonstein-Spielvogel in 1978 we discover out that she is glad her sons weren’t gay as a result of she wouldn’t need them to be a part of a “little group,” which feels imprecise, since she did need them to be artists. She was prematurely of her time, but she nonetheless held the sorts of prejudices that afflict even individuals far forward of the diminishing world.

The bohemians she painted within the Fifties and Nineteen Sixties had one thing she needed: entry to cultural establishments and monetary assist for their very own mental and inventive improvement. Typically talking, they have been very removed from my very own queer world in downtown New York within the Nineteen Seventies and Eighties. But Neel did select some homosexual and queer topics who have been socially marginal. In these work we see her refusal to punish individuals for distinction and her disobedient curiosity in those that will not be imagined to matter. As Vivian Gornick jogged my memory in a sensible however destructive evaluate of my novel Rat Bohemia (1995), bohemians go away, however the lesbians, gays, and other people with AIDS on the heart of my world have been thrown out. That may be a vital distinction.

I used to be born on tenth Avenue in 1958 and so was uncovered in some unconscious option to queer life from the start. The primary phrases I realized how you can learn have been “Hotel Albert,” the massive inexperienced letters that hung off the facet of the constructing throughout the road. Later, by studying queer historical past, I realized that the individuals who frolicked on the nook beneath and obtained welfare checks from the open picket mailboxes behind the resort’s desk have been the trans and drag of us with whom the Cockettes selected to remain after they made their New York debut at a former Yiddish theater on Second Avenue. I keep in mind listening to a few homosexual man leaping from the now deserted police station on eleventh Avenue and getting impaled on the spiked iron fence beneath.

Our subsequent door neighbor was a never-married, surprisingly Protestant lady named Grace who had moved to the Village within the Twenties and lived alone in an condo stuffed with furnishings from the Nineteen Thirties. What was she doing there, I vaguely questioned. Although I didn’t comprehend it, homosexuals have been all over the place. On Sunday mornings my father would go purchase rolls at a bakery known as Sutter’s and I’d stand out entrance ready (helicopter parenting didn’t exist), staring on the Ladies’s Home of Detention throughout the road. Ladies yelled out the window and other people yelled again from the sidewalk. Solely later, once I learn Joan Nestle, did I be taught that ladies have been arrested in bar raids on Saturday nights and that on Sunday mornings—because the Schulmans obtained their rolls—their lovers and pimps and buddies would yell as much as them from the sidewalk.

It was round that very same time, in 1962 at age three, that I first crossed paths with a queer topic of a Neel portray: John Gruen, the daddy of my nursery faculty classmate Julia Gruen. John was an artwork critic and biographer married to the New York College painter Jane Wilson, Julia’s mom. He reviewed Neel favorably within the New York Herald Tribune in 1966; 4 years later, she painted The Household (John Gruen, Jane Wilson, and Julia) (1970) and hoped he would buy the portrait for a value far past his means. I keep in mind taking part in with Julia, who grew as much as be the founding director of the Keith Haring Basis, below the desk at her mother and father’ condo on tenth Avenue between Avenues A and B whereas her mom may need been portray on fur coats. John was a Jewish Holocaust survivor and bisexual; after his demise he was included within the In Memoriam part on the LGBT Lambda Literary Awards.

When my mother and father rejected me for being homosexual in 1975, my life turned chaotic. But one consequence of their stupidity and cruelty was that I escaped being embedded in a ridiculous household and a useless world. The night time of the nice 1977 blackout, my highschool girlfriend got here to fulfill me at Circle Repertory Firm, the place I labored, and we lastly had the nerve to enter the Dutchess, the lesbian bar subsequent door, with its blacked-out home windows and Danny, the bouncer from the Israeli mafia. We weren’t carded due to the blackout; the normally darkish place was lit by candles on tables and—shock!—the waitress was a lady from our highschool. The lesbian world was nonetheless criminalized, however the presence of our classmate serving the bottles of beer made it extra welcoming and sensical, and shortly the underground society of lesbian tradition, romance, predation, aesthetics, partying, disobedience, and codes would grow to be the middle of my life.

In 1979 I dropped out of school and returned to New York, renting a room on seventh Avenue and Avenue C from a white lady named Tennessee. Each morning, strolling to the subway to go to my job as an alternative bartender for a sequence known as Brew and Burger, I handed a beat-up pizza place on seventh and A the place a wierd lady, of the class I then considered “bag lady,” sat speaking to the pizzaman. After I returned at night time she was nonetheless there. Tennessee advised me the lady was Valerie Solanas, the playwright who shot Andy Warhol. Alice Neel famously painted Warhol with a naked chest, revealing the scar left by Solanas’s bullet.

Quickly I used to be working for an all-women’s trucking firm that drove previous post-office supply vans painted pink to deliver homosexual male pornography to nook newsstands. The enterprise’s house owners had beforehand run a feminist newspaper known as Majority Report, and stacks of again points sat within the rear of the storage. I discovered one which coated the Warhol capturing, the remanding of Solanas to the Ladies’s Home of Detention, and her authorized steering from the lawyer Florynce Kennedy. Most fascinating to me have been the letters forwards and backwards on the editorial web page debating whether or not or not Solanas was setting an instance for the collective and whether or not the second had lastly come for ladies to “take up arms” in opposition to male derision.

The East Village was not a vacation spot neighborhood till the galleries began the gentrification course of within the early Eighties. The one individuals there gave the impression to be locals, which, in some ways, was what attracted queers to the world. You could possibly go exterior dressed principally any approach you wished (weirdly, that’s nonetheless true). In contrast to the homosexual male West Village, the East Village was low-cost, and homosexual girls have been poor. Most “clones” needed the West Village or, later, Chelsea, however lesbians, trans individuals, and hippie, faggy homosexual males got here to the East Village as a result of it was reasonably priced. The first exception to the closed-world really feel have been the automobiles with New Jersey license plates in search of heroin.

Hire was so low that folks actually didn’t have to have jobs. I may work ten to fifteen hours every week and dwell. I began at Leroy’s, the primary espresso store in Tribeca, the place the meals was so dangerous that we, the waitresses, introduced our personal lunches from dwelling. (This turned the fabric for my third novel, After Delores.) I waited on artists like Meredith Monk, Yvonne Rainer, and John Kelly.

A bunch of gay-girl artists within the East Village began a meals membership. Everybody put in $2.50 every week and I’d prepare dinner. Banana omelets, rice omelets, bananas and rice, kasha varnishkes. Breakfast at Veselka was ninety-nine cents with espresso, and the dirtier locations have been even cheaper. We purchased and bought our garments in an open-air market on Astor Place in entrance of Cooper Union. I additionally labored doing “put-in,” a regular lesbian job. Vehicles stuffed with gear for staging reveals would arrive at a theater and we’d carry every thing into the venue. I did every kind of stage crew jobs, plus two days spent telemarketing for Learjets. I as soon as dressed up like an eggplant to promote a farmer’s market. Our lesbian lives have been very linked to being artists. Many people wouldn’t have caught with being artists if we had been straight. There was no cause to. However when you have been on the market on the lesbian limb, the world appeared like a phony and hypocritical place, so it was onerous to aspire to suit into it. There was a lot that wanted to be mentioned.

“Dividing up the canvas is one of the most exciting things for me,” Neel advised the painter Jordan Casteel in 2021. Her work of figures from the world I knew divide the canvas with explicit vitality. In her paired portrait of Jackie Curtis and Ritta Redd, the 2 greatest buddies sit shoulder to shoulder in a pose of intimacy, however with grim expressions, staring ahead. Ritta, in shoulder-length locks, and Jackie, in a flip, are dressed for reverse events. Ritta’s denims and striped polo shirt take a backseat to Jackie’s skirt-and-blouse ensemble, proper out of the workplace dramas about profession ladies that moved from film screens to tv within the Nineteen Sixties.

Penny Arcade, the good and singular efficiency artist whose lack of institutional recognition parallels Neel’s first sixty-four years, wrote a surprising tribute to Redd in her play Invitation to the Starting of the Finish of the World (1990). A middle-aged center American lady is standing bewildered on an East Village road nook on the top of the AIDS epidemic. Seeing that she is clearly misplaced, a younger homosexual man stops to see if she wants instructions; she asks if he knew her son Ritta Redd, who has simply died of AIDS. The person has by no means heard of him, and the bereaved mom is much more confused. “He did shows,” she says time and again, “he did shows.” Lastly, out of kindness, the passerby pretends to recollect him.

A Google search on Redd turns up nearly nothing beside the Neel portrait. Penny advised me that she’s heard many individuals mistakenly assume, based mostly on the portray, that Redd and Curtis have been a pair: “Ritta Redd was Jackie’s handmaiden and lieutenant for a while, 1969 till 1974. Jackie moved on to other identities and other people. That Jackie and Ritta were lovers is a complete myth created by people who need a reason of why Alice Neel painted them together other than the simple reality that they were joined at the hip.” In Neel’s solo portrait of Jackie Curtis “as a boy,” he’s sullen in conventional blue denims and a baseball uniform prime. Clearly these garments weren’t the place he belonged.

The 2 homosexual males she painted who have been closest to my life have been each by affiliation. Geoffrey Hendricks, the Fluxus artist, sat for a portrait together with his companion Brian Buczak, who died of AIDS in 1987. Geoff and I turned buddies later when he partnered, till his personal demise, with my pal Sur Rodney (Sur), gallerist, archivist, and East Village neighbor. Geoff is youthful on this portray than I had ever seen him in actual life, however his spacey, endearing high quality could be very current. Neel depicts him carrying a inexperienced crew sweater and conventional button-down shirt.

Geoff typically had a toned-down, type of conservative presentation, however his fairy title was “Cloud” and he typically stood on his head, dangling Buddhist prayer flags between his toes, as I noticed him do at Jill Johnston’s eightieth birthday celebration. Brian, however, is darkish, considerably crazed, together with his shirt open—a lot as it’s in a solo portrait at Zwirner—and his chest hair on show. His head is cocked in a seductive method, his arm draped round his extra reticent companion.

I by no means met Roger Jacoby, whom Neel painted in 1963 as an intense but considerably vacant-eyed younger man with lengthy hair, carrying a crinkled grey go well with. He had been the lover of my longstanding collaborator Jim Hubbard earlier than Jim and I met. Roger invented the hand-processing method for Tremendous-8 movie that Jim has used all his life. It was, partially, Roger’s demise from AIDS that moved us to co-found MIX: The LGBT Experimental Movie Pageant in 1986. It lasted for thirty-three years and has simply been revived by a brand new era.

Neel painted the members of those downtown avant-gardes with a sensibility shaped by the avant-gardes of her personal youth. As a Communist she spent her life at demonstrations, later picketing the very establishments from which she and different artists needed assist, as a result of she couldn’t ignore their energy—the Whitney Museum of American Artwork for hiring a white curator for a present on African American artwork, or the Metropolitan Museum of Artwork for the notorious Harlem on My Thoughts (1969) present. She mentioned that the Despair made artists confront poverty; many turned Communists or joined social actions even when it wouldn’t advance them professionally.

Trying on the social dynamics of Neel’s work typically makes me consider Nan Goldin, a photographer as related to the subcultural artists and rebels of the Eighties and Nineties as Neel was with these of her period. Each portraitists replicate after which articulate their historic second, representing well-known individuals, forgotten individuals, the useless of their open caskets. Each depicted themselves or others with bruises from violent lovers. They share a present for recognizing the individuality of individuals in any other case forgotten, for making others actual within the storm of self-destruction or oppression, irrespective of who they have been and irrespective of how chaotic the artist’s personal life turned.

Everybody can now see that Neel’s stress on sexuality, actuality, motherhood, relationships, and the bodily self was feminist, in that she spoke honestly—in opposition to the grain—about her life as a lady. However she appears by no means to have been within the collective facet of the feminist artwork motion. Later in life, because the motion’s emergence helped open social area for her, her sister artists and critics noticed the very important which means of her work, at the same time as a few of them complained that she didn’t share the highlight or let different individuals communicate on shared panels and at neighborhood occasions.

But she made their portraits: she did commissioned footage of Adrienne Wealthy and Kate Millet for, respectively, Parnassus: Poetry in Assessment and Time. “At Home” contains her portrait of Annie Sprinkle from 1982, one of many few by Neel the place the topic’s character is surprisingly absent. Neel focuses on Annie’s breasts and genitals, her elaborate leather-based gear. However the feminist porn star’s well-known heat and humor is lacking. By some means Neel couldn’t join. For another, extra obscure girls artists and intellectuals, in the meantime, Neel’s work ended up being primarily how they’re remembered, as her topics.

Artwork for Neel was a seek for visible concepts, for belonging, for revenue, and for recognition, but in addition a seek for understanding amongst distinction and for a extra visually and materially simply world. That she built-in her politics and ideas into her artwork might have deepened the exclusion she confronted as a lady artist with a singular eye. But it surely was on the heart of her imaginative and prescient.