By PATRICIA WAKIDA
Renowned portrait artist Steve Pyke has said that he is interested in the story each face has to tell, the story that is etched into the landscape of our faces. In 2011 the Smithsonian National Portrait Gallery in Washington DC debuted its first Asian American exhibition, “Portraiture Now: Asian American Portraits of Encounter” (the gallery was established in 1856).
The National Portrait Gallery portrays poets and presidents, visionaries and villains, actors and activists whose lives tell the American story, through images that captures the spirit of the person. Accordingly, “Portraits of Encounter” offers visual representations beyond the stereotypes that obscure the reality of being Asian in America.
The exhibition is filled with experimental images of great complexity, challenging the very notion of a portrait and well worth visiting, especially since six of the seven artists are women. I also recently learned that seven writers were commissioned by the Asian American Literary Review to compose literary responses to the portraits by the seven contemporary artists.
A one-day symposium at the gallery, which I was lucky enough to attend, staged the encounters while aptly demonstrating how portraiture and its interpretations are not just a means of depicting people, but are a way to express and contain complicated themes of cultural interaction and conflict in one’s particular mode of expression.
For this column, I focused on two women from the symposium, both of Japanese descent and with remarkably mirrored stories, whose works worry away at the heart of displacement and cultural conflict, of being a 20th century immigrant.
I. The writer: Anna Kazumi Stahl responding to Shizu Saldamando’s “Cat and Carm.”
“So many layers go unspoken, unwritten, untold. We are more than meets the eye yet so committed to systems of meaning that work like grids: neat, even, linear…letters on paper. Papel. Kami. A portraitist shows a face. Cara. Kao. But the artwork uses more to reach us than just the composed still-life. Naturaleza muerta. Seibutsu. There is also the background. Fondo. Haikei. This is what catches my eye, directs my gaze…” —Anna Kazumi Stahl
Born to a Japanese mother and a father of German ancestry at a time when the state of Louisiana did not recognize interracial marriages, Stahl is particularly attuned to the peculiar displacements of history—including the post-internment migration of many Japanese Americans, her family among them, to the American South.
“I inflicted a foreign language upon you [the audience]rather than a bilingual piece, oh…because I think we’re ready,” she began. Stahl deftly absorbs three countries at once, and it was evident that the confluence of language drives every sentence.
Stahl writes in Spanish, English and Japanese in variegated ways, evoking the complexities of transnationalism and multiraciality, reminding us that “navigating multicultural waters doesn’t have to be a labyrinth or a mine field or any of these negative metaphors, after all, we do it, and raise our children to do it.”
Although she didn’t communicate with the artist whose work she was responding to, she was instantly struck by the power and beauty of Saldamando’s paintings and her mixed racial heritage. “‘Cat and Carm’ is a portrait, yet the two women of the title are slightly off-center. My gaze goes simultaneously to them and away from them, to the wide expanse of gold-leaf sheen… I begin to sense this piece speaking — via its layered effect and its play of arrangement and displacements — of identity as not fixed but fluid, as a practice rather than a product.”
II. The artist: Satomi Shirai’s “Itch,” the basis of a response by poet Garrett Hongo.
According to Shirai, the genesis of her photograph was her own apartment in Queens, New York. Looking around her apartment, she first decided that she wanted to photograph the messy room, a space she had created filled with the objects she’d brought with her from Japan in an attempt to create “home.” “My relocation to New York is not about overcoming a culture that is distinct, but about encountering and understanding cultural difference and similarity.”
One senses from the intense scratching, clawing and twisting in the photograph that she is trying to ease that terrible, persistent itch in her life, that she isn’t yet comfortable in her environment, even if in the privacy of her own bedroom. Shirai uses herself as the subject of her photographs, using an old shutter timer that allows her only ten seconds to pose. She also conceals or obscures her face from the camera in order to capture her nuance of the scene without making it too documentary.
The results are vivid, often hilarious, and fraught with a sense of nervous tension. “What’s inside my apartment and what I want to keep and save is also like a portrait of Asian America.”
David Ward, one of the exhibition curators, said, “While scholars like categories and neat analytical frameworks and tidy conclusions, artists are subversives, haring off after their own idiosyncratic vision in a way that suits them and with a language of their own devising — not anyone else, and certainly not scholars. Scholars make rules, artists break them. It is always thus and we should delight in the consequences.”
“It was an artistic production of bodily delight,” claims Asian American Literary Review’s Gerald Maa, “demonstrating how the imagination is pleasing when you use it. We hope that from this experiment of word and image, more discussions will ripple out, valences of thought and conversation.”
“Portraiture Now: Asian American Portraits of Encounter” is on display until Oct. 14. The symposium was a collaboration of the Asian American Literary Review, the Smithsonian Asian Pacific American Program, and the National Portrait Gallery held on April 14 at the National Portrait Gallery. For more information, visit the National Portrait Gallery website.
Patricia Wakida is an artist, letterpress printer, and bibliophile writing from Boyle Heights. She is the co-editor of Only What We Could Carry: The Japanese American Internment Experience and can be reached at [email protected] Opinions expressed are not necessarily those of The Rafu Shimpo.