I had been fortunate to receive a copy of a book on Irish folk songs a few months back (Irish Songs Of Resistance, 1169-1923 by Patrick Glavin, 1962). Glavin’s book once again reminded me of the link between history and art, similar to Thomas Harrison’s excellent, 1910 The Emancipation of Dissonance, which is a truly enjoyable read. This linkage of course is nothing new, and I was reminded of art as a window of time the other day when visiting the University of Michigan Museum of Art. We were there to see the Sister Corita exhibit, the works that could have only been done in the 60’s, but also the work of Charles Wimar and his 1856 The Attack on an Emigrant Train, which is so politically incorrect now, but was de rigueur for its time.
When I came back to my readings on the industrialization of America, I felt that it may be time to revisit some appropriate art, and of course remembered one of the most striking works just up the road at the Detroit Institute of Art, Diego Rivera’s Detroit Industry fresco of the 1930’s.
There’s a comfort level with Rivera’s work in that it shows industry, factory work, the way it is. For those of who only envision production, Rivera fulfills your impression of what it must be like. For those of us who have worked on the factory floor there is an added comfort, because he does capture the frenetic yet cohesive pace of manufacture. In a sense, Rivera puts you there, and it’s what you expect to see.
[Above image: "Detroit Industry" - Detroit Institute of Arts ( Diego Rivera ) - View 1, from DetroitDerek's Flickr photostream.]
As a Marxist from Mexico working in the 1930’s, Rivera didn’t villanize the means of production as much as he put forth a feeling of the struggle, the wageworker, the true proletariat, not glamorized, but in the tradition of bottom up social history.
Striving to achieve maximum contrast from both an artistic and historiographical sense, at the opposite end of the spectrum is the work of Philip Martiny. In the interest of complete disclosure, I realize that Martiny is worlds away from Rivera. Martiny, who was born in France in 1858, died 3 years before Rivera painted his fresco in Detroit, and was a successful sculptor in New York working on projects such as St. Bartholomew’s Episcopal Church in New York, the Chicago World’s Fair of 1893, and the Library or Congress, which will be the subject of our examination.
Martiny was a classical sculptor, who worked with the likes of Daniel Chester French, this of course is the other Daniel French, who carved a little piece called the Lincoln Monument (Art Commission and Municipal Art Society Guide to Manhattan’s Outdoor Sculpture, Gayle and Cohen). He was also politically connected, but somehow played off both of factions of the two party system, being commissioned both by Tammany Hall and being an apparent admirer of President McKinley (New York Times, “A Sculptor Who Is Also a Captain of Industry”, March 27, 1904).
With Rivera’s work representing realism and social history, Martiny’s work in the Library of Congress represents the opposite end of the historiography spectrum, the writings of the rationalists; such as George Bancroft and his penchant for Anglo-American destiny and progress come to mind. For this, the stairwell carvings at the Library of Congress are excellent examples because of Martiny’s use of Putti, the classical cherub form, mixed with technology, and in the center figure, the cherub with wires and a phone receiver representing progress through electricity. Even Martiny would not be so bold to juxtapose Putti on the factory floor; clearly Rivera’s style is realism and Martiny is classic symbolism, yet still the contrast gives us pause, and for some a discomfort in the thought of cherubs turned loose with technology.

In this sense we see how not only art reflects history as a window in time, as a valid source for historical inquiry, but also how historical interpretations or ‘spin’ (historiography) is reflected in art. In one sense, we see an attempt to show history the way it really was, and in the other the way it was envisioned to be. Art, history, history, art.