I hadn’t been to Miami for two years until my recent trip to the Magic City last week. I lived in South Florida for 14 years and it was something that I didn’t plan on living there more than 2 years. Initially, I hated Miami for approximately two solid years. I didn’t like the impending doom of every hurricane season - I was a nervous wreck between June and November. I never became as blasé about being potentially flattened by a hurricane as local Miamians. I just could not understand how people who had lived their entire lives or at least a big majority of time, not be prepared for a hurricane. You’re going to Home Depot for plywood and duct tape, now? NOW? You mean to tell me that you don’t already have these things in your garage? No? Well, why the hell not? Anyway, I was a little apprehensive about flying to Miami at this particular time, because Hurricane Florence was set to destroy the Carolina’s and most of the southeastern coast of the U.S.. What was weird was that the weather up North and upon landing in Miami, was beautiful. Blue skies and a little hotter than usual, but nevertheless, really gorgeous weather. You would have never guessed that not that far away, fellow Americans were battling hurricane force winds and flooding.
It’s well-known that Miami has had a very active street art and graffiti scene since the late 1990’s. The epicenter of this art scene is a neighborhood named, Wynwood. At the beginning of the Miami art boom, Wynwood was an under-developed warehouse area, complete with drug addicts and drug dealers, prostitutes and other sketchy individuals. It started off as an area that was more or less ok to walk about during the daylight hours, but once the sun started to set, it was time to scram. I’ve had many students who have been mugged, robbed at gunpoint or had their cars broken into. Today, Wynwood is pretty gentrified and many shops and galleries have security guards keeping a watch on things. Miami has always been a strong art gallery, but weak art museum type of town. I remember the “golden age” of Wynwood’s Art Walk, taking place on the second Saturday of every month, where galleries would stay open late for art lovers. My favorite galleries at the time were Rocket Projects, Bernice Steinbaum Gallery, Dorsch Gallery, Fredric Snitzer Gallery … amazing spaces to see really superb art, for free, I might add!
Miami’s art museums were not as stellar, but they did try, but it was always ‘meh’. There was the Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA) in North Miami, the Bass Museum on Miami Beach, the Lowe Art Museum at the University of Miami campus right off US 1 … and that was about it back in the early 2000’s. I’m not counting “spaces” or “collections”, like the Goldman Warehouse or the Rubell Family Collection - although those are really stellar places to see some of the best art that Miami can offer. I’ve never had a bad time at the RFC - never, but they’re not exactly considered a ‘museum’. So when the news came that Miami was going to have a FOR REAL art museum, every art lover in Miami, lost their minds. Some people were hopeful, some skeptical and some never thought that it would ever happen. I mean, Miami DID have the Miami Art Museum (MAM), but it was tough to get to and the shows were a bit lackluster (although they did have an awesome gift shop).
The MAM morphed into the Perez Art Museum of Miami-Dade County and they debuted during the 2013 Art Basel event. I remember the whole hullabaloo that Jorge Perez, the super-rich Cuban businessman, wanted to name the museum after himself. I mean, he DID give millions of dollars towards its existence, so I always felt that he had the right to do so. Plus, the acronym was cool, PAMM - it’s catchy and cute in that sunny Miami kind of way. The museum itself is GORGEOUS. I’ve never seen a museum quite like this - as corny as it sounds, the building really is art itself. Huge hanging columns of plants from the outdoor beams … everything is so lush! And there’s the view of Biscayne Bay and Miami Beach in the distance from the ‘front porch’ area. The museum itself is quite small if you compare it to the Art Institute of Chicago or The Met; one could easily navigate the interior in under 40 minutes, to be honest. I find myself spending just as much time in the gift shop.
Anyway, at one time, I was lucky enough to work one MetroMover stop away from the PAMM and I took full advantage of hopping over at lunchtime or after work to look at the latest show. My favorite show was Ai Wei Wei’s 2013-14 ‘According to What’ … huge exhibit with a great scope of his work. Finally! Now Miami had a world-class museum and we didn’t have to go to New York City, L.A. or Chicago to get an art fix.
If it weren’t for a former basic drawing student of mine, Ingrid, I would have never known about Picasso being shown at the PAMM, because my schedule was jam-packed and the PAMM wasn’t really on my list of things to do & see. I didn’t research which Picasso paintings were being exhibited and to be honest, it didn’t matter, because I love Picasso. Anyone that knows me, knows how much I LOVE Pablo Picasso and his work. My friends and former students always post some Picasso news or article on my Facebook wall or I’ll get a tip that there’s a Picasso show in Toronto this year that I can’t get to. So, Ingrid requested that she & I go see the Picasso together when I was in town. Sure! I actually couldn’t wait and I was so excited to see her and the Picasso’s.
We visited the museum on the open-late Thursday night and there weren’t very many people there. I’ve heard about how expensive the parking is at the PAMM - it’s $8 for the first hour. I just laughed. I’m sorry, that’s not expensive. South Florida wants to have nice things, but nice things come at a price. I’d like to see the face of someone from Miami, when they see the $45 parking fee across the street from Eataly on Ohio Street in Chicago for a couple of hours. Pffft.
At the entrance, there was a huge latex Picasso well-known signature behind the ticket counter and there was also another poster promoting the exhibit leading you into the first floor galleries. Ok, now I was getting pretty jazzed up and I just wanted to cut to the chase, so I asked one of the guards, ‘Excuse me. Where are the Picasso’s?’ And she said, ‘On the second floor.’ Oh baby! Ingrid and I bounded up the stairs - we were both excited to see each other, catching up and planning a big future trip with a whole bunch of other Alumni this October. Our conversations meander and flow in the most fun and charming way - well, we’re both Gemini’s and this type of stuff happens.
Initially, we thought we’d just stumble upon the Picasso’s, but as we walked around a bit, we could sense that we weren’t close. Again, we asked a security guard where the Picasso’s were and he politely pointed the way. Ok, I’m really super excited at this point. Finally, we see a large doorway into a darken room, we walked in slowly and we noticed ONE painting in the entire salon. It was lit up like a Broadway spotlight. I turned around to look at the rest of the room and noticed that it was empty, aside from another large vinyl Picasso signature on the wall. I whispered to Ingrid, ‘There’s just one Picasso?’ And she shrugged in that charming Cuban way and put her hands up in disbelief. The painting being shown is Picasso’s ‘Femme á la montre’ - I’ve seen it before. In fact, someone gave me little notecards as a birthday gift with this image on it; I also have drawn this image on the whiteboard for my Art 101 class. I KNOW THIS PAINTING, but … IS THIS IT? Such a enormous room for one painting. Is this to create a seriousness about it? You mean to tell me that they just had access to ONE Picasso painting? The man made thousands & thousands of works - maybe even MILLIONS … hmmm. No photos of the lovely Marie-Thérèse Walter? No photos of them at the beach during their ‘Summer of Love’? I mean, where is the supporting stuff?
Anyway, Ingrid and I stood in front of the painting for a little bit, talking about the painting itself and then about ourselves, then about Picasso, then about our dinner plans after the museum, then about the painting, then I spoke about Marie-Thérèse and how much Picasso loved her, then back to dinner plans. Ingrid was getting the text-buzz on her iPhone and she took her cell out to respond, the guard glided over and said, ‘No phones.’ We said that she was just texting and the guarded repeated, ‘No phones.’ Okkk. We sort of stood in silence for a little bit, until another couple came in and they wanted a chance to look at this SINGLE PICASSO. Once we decided that there wasn’t much more, I playfully announced to the guard that we were leaving and that we hadn’t taken any photos of the Picasso painting. It’s strange … you can take photos of Picasso paintings at his museums in Paris and Barcelona … the Mona Lisa isn’t off limits. The Art Institute of Chicago allows visitors to take photos (sans flash, of course) of almost everything on exhibit; occasionally there is something in a special exhibit that you can’t photograph, but it’s not a big deal. I ask myself, WHY WON’T THE PAMM ALLOW PEOPLE TO TAKE A PHOTO OF THIS PARTICULAR PICASSO PAINTING? Are they afraid of copyright issues? Have they seen Society 6, the online store? You can get Picasso leggings, tank top, pillow and iPhone case. What’s done is done … it’s too late to think about bootleg Picasso’s. I think it’s a shitty policy, to be honest.
The only take-away to prove that you saw this exhibit, is this rather staid, sterile double-sided printed sheet of paper … no image, naturally. In my haste, I took a Spanish version. In my defense, it could have been French, because the brochures all looked the same. The info is generic with the typical things that people write about Picasso - born in Malaga, went to Paris in 1904, invented Cubism, blah-blah-blah, etc. WHO DOESN’T ALREADY KNOW THAT? There’s no information on this specific painting - nothing. I mean, it’s obvious that it’s Marie-Thérèse Walter … not too many blondes in Picasso’s orbit; the other fair beauty was Sylvette. This is common knowledge.
Now that we left the Picasso room, our focus became more and more on dinner. But first, the GIFT SHOP! Lots of cute things, but I already have so many cute things. ‘Do I need another cute thing?’, I asked myself. Before Ingrid & I left, I asked one of the gift shop kids, ‘Do you have any postcards of that Picasso painting you have upstairs?’ I was hoping to walk away with some kind of real, tangible, visual proof somehow. The tall hipster kid smiled down at me and said, ‘Sorry, no. Sorry.’ I was disappointed. And I know that in this generation of cellphone photography and selfies, it seems like people NEED a photo of everything- almost to validate the experience. But you know, I wanted a blasted takeaway. I WANTED A POSTCARD … what’s wrong with that? I could have used the image in a class lecture or posted on Instagram for posterity’s sake. Well, at least I got to see it at the PAMM with a lovely friend. P.S. Our dinner was quite delicious.
Picasso’s Femme a la montre will be on exhibit at the PAMM until October 16, 2018.