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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2018-10-06 11:32 pm

Oh, you pinks and posies

For my early birthday present, my parents took me to the nineteenth century and the sea.

In its lifetime as a traveling spectacle, Benjamin Russell and Caleb Purrington's The Grand Panorama of a Whaling Voyage 'Round the World (1848) was frequently billed as the longest painting in the world. At a surviving length of 1275 feet, otherwise known as one Empire State Building, four Statues of Liberty, or fourteen blue whales, it is certainly the longest painting I have seen in my life. It came into the possession of the New Bedford Whaling Museum in 1918, spent most of the twentieth century exhibited in increasingly fragile pieces if at all, and after extensive conservation efforts has spent the summer unfurled in what was once the spinning room of the Kilburn Mill at Clarks Cove in New Bedford, a high-windowed loft space that gives onto a burnt-blue slice of sea and is presently filled from dark-grooved floorboards to industrial white rafters with the ghosts of whaleships and their crews, colonialism and globalization, seals, dolphins, banyans, icebergs, volcanoes, and the pair of painters who traced in tempera on cotton eight feet high the voyage of one whaler, half memoir, half epitome, out of New Bedford around the world to Fiji.

Because the materials of the Panorama are so fragile and the conservation work of the last seventeen years so meticulous, the quarter-mile of painted cotton can no longer be viewed as it was in its heyday, drum-spooling across a stage like massive reel-to-reel film to the accompaniment of music and narration; instead its four surviving sections have been set up like freestanding paintings, each running nearly the length of the third-floor mill room. They take the viewer from New Bedford into the North Atlantic and then to the Azores, Cape Verde, Rio de Janeiro, around (it's flaming drafty round) Cape Horn, and on to the Juan Fernández Islands, Pitcairn Island, the Marquesas, the Society Islands, Hawaii, the Northwest Coast, and finally the Fiji Islands, where the epic catalogue of sea-adventure, misadventure, geography, and ethnography runs out in a curious, peaceful scene of apparent childbirth. From handbills advertising the course of the fictional voyage, we know that the missing section ran from Fiji through New Zealand and Cape Town to St. Helena. One of the curators confided to my father that they were hoping that having the complete rest of the Panorama on display for the first time in a hundred and seventy years would provoke enough interest to turn it up in someone's attic or broom closet. I hope it works, but I have to say that the portion on view is not like a Greek papyrus fragment. It is monumental. It is worth watching the digitized version to get an idea of the style and scope, but the thing in person is huge. You don't have to get very close to it for it to eat your peripheral vision. And it's vivid for all its age and restoration—the early scenes in New Bedford and Buzzards Bay are the dimmest and most worn from being displayed most often, including at the New York World's Fair in 1964, but once you get out past the ship's portraits of the harbor (a steamboat! a revenue cutter! a Chinese junk!), the Panorama launches itself into the special effects with a day-darkening storm in the Gulf Stream followed by landfall at dawn in the Azores and, still under a mild, rose-clouded sky, the first whales—and the first whale hunt—of the voyage. The narrative has a semi-autobiographical quality: prior to commencing his career as a commercial artist of maritime scenes, Russell had shipped as a boatsteerer aboard the whaler Kutusoff between 1841 and 1845 and his art is known to reflect his own experience as well as details from the lives of his fellow whalemen. He had visited many of the places depicted in the Panorama. The Kutusoff herself can be seen between the Juan Fernández Islands and Pitcairn. It's also a kind of composite of the whaling life and nautical interest in general, which is why it includes events Russell was very definitely not witness to, like the legendary sinking of the whaler Essex in 1820, the first steam crossing of the Atlantic by the paddle steamer Sirius in 1838, and a cameo by Daniel Defoe's quite fictional Robinson Crusoe c. 1719. Neither Purrington nor Russell were present for the eruption of Pico do Fogo in 1847, but it features spectacularly in the Cape Verde sequence, the fuming lava reflecting a violent orange in the darkened sea. Russell did endure something like the Panorama's dramatic rounding of the Horn, as those famously heavy seas roughen with ice and the bow of the close-reefed whaleship pitches down into the freezing white spray; not so many ships ahead of them, a fellow whaler is even foundering, her crew abandoning ship as a collection of brown fur seals look placidly on from the nearest floe. The whaling scenes themselves are a mix of history and invention. Some of the boats are named and can be tied to particular voyages, as the placards set before the painting often did; others are more generic, although always technically accurate. All of the scenes, assumed to be the individual work of former whaleman Russell rather than "fancy painter" Purrington, show a strong eye for the hard, dangerous, messy work of whaling as well as the exhilarating atmosphere for which the Panorama's audiences paid their two bits (half-price for children). They do not just show the excitement of the chase but spouts of blood and stove boats, seabirds mobbing the carcasses claimed with waif-flags, the unglamorous aftermath of cutting in and trying out. The latter actually furnishes one of the best pictures in the entire panorama, a night scene of Whistler-blue skies distinguishable only by horizon from the deep tranquility of the sea illuminated by the sharp red fires of the try-works, the smudge-pots of the blubber boiling down. I do not feel qualified to talk about Russell and Purrington's representation of various indigenous peoples except to say that it seems remarkably un-othering to me, of a piece with the racially mixed whaling crews visible in some of the close-ups; I suspect it idealizes the interactions of its Pacific islanders with whalers, but that feels preferable to the versions that treat them like some kind of environmental hazard, equivalent to the gales of the Roaring Forties or the aggressive black whales of the Northwest Coast. There is colonial power to be seen in the flags of the ships at anchor and the architecture of the settlements, but no cannibalism. The narrative of the Panorama runs right to left, for the record. Film grammar had not yet been invented in 1848, much less codified to follow the direction of the English language, so the whole voyage scrolls as if in Hebrew. I'm for it.

I had actually known the Panorama existed before I was taken to see it, but only in an extremely secondhand fashion: I have a recording of Ewan MacColl, Peggy Seeger, and A.L. Lloyd's Whaler Out of New Bedford (1962), whose entire first side is the score for a short film based on the Panorama. The liner notes included a few black-and-white photographs of selected portions of the painting. They did not do it justice. If you have the time and the driving to spare within the next few days, I strongly recommend seeing this legitimate spectacle in person. Monday is its last day as part of this exhibit—which includes local art commissioned to comment on the panorama and the culture that produced it; I would have bought the poem by Richard Walega if it had been available as a chapbook and not just as four framed pages on a wall—and after that there is no guarantee of when the Panorama will be visible in its entirety again. It is free and open to the public. We caught it just in time. Because it was the last Saturday, we even got to hear a live set of appropriate music by Tom O'Leary and Simon Xerxes White, opening with "The Leaving of Liverpool" and closing with "Rolling Down to Old Maui." Afterward we had dinner at Tia Maria's European Café, where I wish to return for lunch because they serve a blood sausage sandwich; my father and I walked around Merrill's Wharf, a working waterfront full of commercial fishing boats and the smell of industrial oil and seafood in its rawest state. Masts and gantries and outriggers and antennae. Rust and lobster traps. Nets everywhere. There may be pictures if my father sends them to me. I forgot the camera and must rely on my memory, as in the days before photography, or at least the days when a painting the length of four mill rooms was the best way to see the world from home.

It was a great birthday present.
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[personal profile] gwynnega 2018-10-07 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
What a wonderful birthday present!
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[personal profile] selkie 2018-10-07 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
*looks placidly on from the nearest floe, avec bottle of ketchup*
Mm. White guy for dinner. Get the trypot.
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[personal profile] selkie 2018-10-07 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, hon, you shouldn’t have! (I want at least five.)
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[personal profile] selkie 2018-10-07 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Puts the battery in batterie de cuisine. Edit: I watched the panoramic film of the panoramic painting, and it was, indeed, way less "othering" than I had imagined. Also, it's huge tall.

I wonder where the missing roll got to. Someone will find it in a yard sale in Michigan or something.
Edited 2018-10-07 15:16 (UTC)
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[personal profile] selkie 2018-10-07 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
For instance we have an entire year’s proof sheets of the Forward in full size, in one of those oil-water-swirl-painted folios, in our cantor’s office. No one knows how it got there. It’s three feet wide and I think it’s from 1919. (I’ve only opened it once because it gives me the galloping allergies.) It’s just always been there. Somewhere, a five-foot roll of canvas with the Middle Pacific and a bunch of schooners has always been there.
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[personal profile] selkie 2018-10-07 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
They don't! Possibly someone called them about it in the Nineties, because there was a non-digitized note saying we do, in fact, have it, and the weeks, inclusive, that should be bound in our folio. Archival mysteries. That canvas is totally propping up someone’s shed.
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[personal profile] lilysea 2018-10-07 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
For my early birthday present, my parents took me to the nineteenth century and the sea.

I really love the way you phrased that! ^_^
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[personal profile] cmcmck 2018-10-07 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
'Go down you blood red roses' is thought to be one of A L Lloyd's many self written 'traditional folk songs'.........

That said, damn good song!
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[personal profile] teenybuffalo 2018-10-07 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I hear that A.L.L. is also responsible for Reynardine being a were-fox instead of, like, an Irish nationalist outlaw, so I guess that means I'm a fan of his work.
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[personal profile] cmcmck 2018-10-07 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Also an exceptionally fine ballad- A L L certainly had the skill!
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[personal profile] cmcmck 2018-10-07 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I think the first I learned was 'Shallow Brown' more years ago that I care to think about!
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[personal profile] asakiyume 2018-10-07 11:13 am (UTC)(link)
Oh **wow**. How incredibly fascinating--not just the thing itself, but that Russel and Purrington thought to **do** it. I've started watching the digitized version and love it--the detail, the style! (And I like the way the digitized version has remarks from people of the day)

I would love to see this in real life. I'll have to propose a road trip to Wakanomori--oh but wait, next two days. I'm not sure that's possible. DAMN.

Japanese handscrolls "read" in this manner, right to left, and they're the thing this most reminds me of--but they're not on this monumental scale!
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[personal profile] asakiyume 2018-10-07 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a good question, and I don't know the answer--though wakanomori might. Certainly **some** things were already coming West from Japan, but in the 1840s Japan was still officially a closed country--of Europeans, only the Dutch were trading there.

More likely, and implicit in what you said, Russell and Purrington simply didn't have a notion of a correct way to "read" a picture--and there's a 50-50 chance of going from right to left instead of left to right.
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[personal profile] ethelmay 2018-10-07 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
One of my daughters (the one I was hoping would be left-handed, but who in the end settled on right-handed), when first introduced to the concept of number lines, made one that went right to left. I had to break it to her gently that there is a convention in these matters.
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[personal profile] asakiyume 2018-10-09 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Naive (or just fresh and un-preconditioned) approaches to things are fascinating. I showed this cartoon to a student once who interpreted the hand as protecting/sheltering the people underneath.

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[personal profile] thisbluespirit 2018-10-07 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
It was a great birthday present.

Aw, wonderful. <3
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[personal profile] strange_complex 2018-10-07 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, what an amazing concept! I've just had a little look at the video. It really must be amazing in real life, let alone as originally shown.
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[personal profile] lauradi7dw 2018-10-07 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you for this. The friend who saw it previously said it was a permanent exhibit, so I had no sense of urgency.
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[personal profile] teenybuffalo 2018-10-07 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
This is one heck of a positive review. Thank you for it; I know you appreciate the Panorama for itself and if you love it this much, I think I will as well. My favorite history teacher gave me a copy of a picture-book of the Panorama as a graduation present, and I loved it even in miniature.

Holy moly, Tia Maria's! I went there with a couple of other friends back in June, when we thought we'd be seeing the Panorama but it wasn't quite open yet. I had a grilled cheese which was pretty good, but mostly what I remember are the fried potatoes, which were excellent.

We had a walk around the waterfront as well, and enjoyed the stink of rotting fish and the ships regularly fetching up fresh fish. I have little idea how many people make their livings that way anymore -- in fact I deliberately haven't looked into it. I hope it never goes away, I hope folks can still pursue their livings by the sea -- and I say that as a sentimental vegetarian who will throw a fish back into the water if you hand her one. I just also want humans to have continuity and stability and New England to have ancient industries that are still functional.
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[personal profile] umadoshi 2018-10-07 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
That sounds tremendous! ^_^
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[personal profile] a_reasonable_man 2018-10-07 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm happy you got to visit the 19th century! It's a favorite hangout of mine.

I went and watched the video of the panorama. How wonderful! I'm sorry I didn't know about this sooner!

I haven't looked into the history of panoramic paintings. They seem an ancestor of movies, especially in the way they were displayed in special theaters, although they should obviously not be appreciated only in relation to what came later. They are astonishing things in their own right. Another famous example is about the Battle of Atlanta, which is on permanent display at the Atlanta Cyclorama. Without having visited either that one or this one, however, I think I would like this one more.
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[personal profile] negothick 2018-10-09 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Boston's Cyclorama (now part of the Boston Center for the Arts) was built to house one of those massive static paintings, no scrolling. According to the BCA website:

" Cycloramas were a popular form of entertainment during the later nineteenth century. Most major cities in both Europe and North America had at least one. Built to house enormous, life size, panoramic murals, they frequently depicted battle scenes, evoking a sense of national pride while presenting graphic depictions of many historical events. The original painting for this Cyclorama depicted “The Battle of Gettysburg,” . . .
Parisian artist Paul Dominique Philippoteaux, the leading panoramic muralist of the time, painted “The Battle of Gettysburg” in 1884. This massive canvas measured 50’ x 400’ and weighed 2.9 tons."
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[personal profile] isis 2018-10-07 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, wow, this sounds amazing. A 19th-century sailing movie! What a fabulous experience. Happy birthday!
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[personal profile] cyphomandra 2018-10-07 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Happy birthday!! The Panorama sounds splendid and I hope the missing portions crop up in a suitably unlikely place.
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[personal profile] julian 2018-10-08 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
I... was apparently right near there on Friday. Dang. (I went to the Zoo and then had dinner on the beach.)

Mmmaybe can make it tomorrow. I'll try. Because I've heard of the Panorama, but had no idea about this exhibition.