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Wednesday, May 24, 2017

The portrait of Farrah Fawcett

Professor Charles Umlauf and Farrah Fawcett work in his Austin studio, circa 1970. Photo: Umlauf Sculpture Garden & Museum
The portrait of Farrah Fawcett you never saw: artist Austin exhibit reveals a true artist behind the golden girl
By Molly Glentzer May 12, 2017 Updated: May 14, 2017 5:27pm Houston Chronicle Article Link We rarely know all we think we know about celebrities.
Not much about Farrah Fawcett, the '70s pinup queen, seemed private during the actress and model's nearly 40-year career: not the nipples she showed through a red bathing suit on the world's best-selling poster during her "Charlie's Angels" era. Not her volatile man troubles with Lee Majors, Ryan O'Neal and other less famous guys. Not the sad story of her drug-addicted son. Not her whole, gold-smeared body, at age 50, when she "painted" a self-portrait for Playboy. Not her unforgettably ditzy appearance on David Letterman's show.
And not even her death, which was documented in a film revealing the most excruciating, intimate details of the battle with cancer she lost when she was 62.
Eight years later, an exhibition at Austin's Umlauf Sculpture Garden & Museum is revealing a little-discussed, quieter facet of the vivacious beauty from Corpus Christi: her life as a classically trained sculptor.
"Mentoring A Muse: Charles Umlauf & Farrah Fawcett" includes 20 artworks created by Fawcett and 25 by her mentor Umlauf, who taught 40 years at the University of Texas at Austin. Fawcett often mentioned the "art shack" behind her Bel-Air mansion. Hollywood insiders must have known she brought drawing materials to work - she developed her on-screen characters by drawing, not conventional note-taking. The exhibition's works are drawn heavily from Fawcett's bequest to UT's Blanton Museum of Art, a gift that included 60 pieces of her own making plus works by others, including Umlauf. Houstonian Greg Walls, Fawcett's nephew, remembers seeing her home full of art when he was too young to question much about it. And it spilled over to the whole family: Walls' parents and grandparents often "horse-traded" Fawcett's works among their homes in the Champions neighborhood.
With her celebrity, Fawcett could have shown her work in any number of publicity-hungry galleries. But she didn't. Contemporary sculptor Keith Edmier, who spent two years in an intimate collaboration with Fawcett during the early 2000s, thinks art provided a retreat she craved. It took her to a happy place she didn't need to share, or want to spoil.
Katie Robinson Edwards, the Umlauf's curator, agreed: "Farrah seemed to be able to escape being 'Farrah Fawcett' when she made art."
The ultimate muse
Until recently, Fawcett's decades-long friendship with Umlauf had been one of the least-discussed relationships of her life. But it was important, and it endured until he died in 1994.
They met in 1966, her sophomore year at UT, when she changed her major from microbiology to art. The "UT goddess," as art students and faculty sometimes called her, caused a stir almost from her first moment on campus. She was named one of the school's 10 most beautiful women as a freshman sorority girl, when she wore her hair in that era's big, bouffant-y flip. An epic number of boys lined up to date her, filling her schedule with breakfasts, lunches and dinners that first year. (She finally settled on the top pick of the litter, handsome quarterback Greg Lott.) Hollywood agents came calling, too, enticing her with the promise of modeling and acting contracts. Like a football prospect who just couldn't wait another year to turn pro, she left college after her junior year, never graduating.
But Fawcett stayed close to Umlauf, writing, calling, visiting his studio to make art alongside him and shipping sculpture to him throughout the 1970s to be cast in bronze at the Italian foundries he used.
A notorious womanizer, the professor no doubt admired Fawcett's beauty. She modeled live for only one of the sculptures in the show - the 1973 bronze "Head of Farrah" - but she was second as a muse only to Umlauf's wife, Angeline, who had broader hips and a fuller belly.
Umlauf had a few other, shorter-term female models and sculpted a mysterious "Italian girl." (He spent summers without Angeline in Italy, and Edwards suspects he had another life there.) But those muses were not as equal, she said.
"Farrah was the ultimate muse: She was gorgeous and soon famous but also an artist who kept up her practice and relied on Umlauf for advice."
Letters hand-written in her neat but florid script suggest she kept the friendship proper, always addressing him respectfully as "Mr. Umlauf" or "Professor Umlauf."
Edwards thinks Umlauf appreciated having a "peer of sorts" with whom he could make art and talk shop - the unsexy business of hydrastone sources, bronze-casting processes and the colors of patinas.
Steeped in traditional, Renaissance-inspired lost wax carving, casting and figuration, Umlauf could bring pure, classical form to any subject, in virtually any medium - wood, stone, clay, bronze, even lard. His forte, oddly, became sensuous nudes and devotional figures as churches across the nation commissioned his religious sculptures.
But Umlauf's works are rarely realistic, with faces informed by some vaguely generic, classical ideal. And they were not trendy even in the 1960s. Frankly, his depictions of Fawcett don't look much like her. Another "Head of Farrah," from 1976, tames the then-new, tousled blond mane that millions of American women were copying. Other well-known Umlauf students built signature identities.
The late Luis Jiménez celebrated Hispanic and Southwest culture in monumental sculptures of polychromed fiberglass. The flamboyant Robert "Daddy-O" Wade once created the world's largest cowboy boots. Veteran Houston sculptor Ben Woitena embraced abstraction.
Many artists who stick with a practice as long as Fawcett did evolve stylistically, stimulated by new influences. But something about classicism kept her engaged for a lifetime.
Edmier said he didn't question her old-fashioned taste and reverence for Pierre August Rodin and Michelangelo. For their shared project, it was an asset. Today their collaboration would be labeled "performative" - 2017 code for edgy, intangible, time-based stuff - but they produced works that were "self-consciously connected to 19th-century sculpture," Edmier said.
The Umlauf show reveals her surprisingly sensitive eye, her desire to speak poignantly through her hands and, as Edwards put it, "some serious Catholic-girl taste."
Fawcett owned six versions of Umlauf's pietas, depictions of the Virgin Mary holding a dead Christ, and a dramatic drawing of Christ's head hanging from the cross.
"Who would want that?" Edwards mused.
Turning the tables

In the "Mentoring" show's Fawcett portraits and self-portraits, the famous megawatt, party-girl smile is absent. Her eyes are often lost in some faraway gaze, her lips closed and sometimes downturned.
She seems sad even in her small painting "Two Faces," which fuses the dark blue-black face of a male with that of a light-skinned, brunette female who sheds a subtle tear. Their heads are bound together by a gold-leafed floral crown.
"It's so anti-Umlauf, in a way, much more home-spun and Surrealistic," Edwards said. That painting belongs to a large series Fawcett made of the same two faces. Edwards believes the subjects represent O'Neal and Fawcett.
Fawcett also cast plaster or bronze sculptures in as many as 25 multiples.
Late in life, she told Pittsburgh Post-Gazette reporter Patricia Sheridan she loved the process: "I think you are never completely satisfied. You are never finished, you know."
A couple of nude female torsos in "Mentoring a Muse" show her exploring and learning. She was copying Umlauf pieces whose chopped limbs recall the ruined remains of antiquities.
Edwards sees him trying to solve the problem of cutting figures off at the neck and attenuating the shoulders and arms, and finds his solutions disturbingly misogynistic.
"It drives me crazy when he takes the clay, then it almost looks like he takes a wire and shaves off the head, but he leaves hair back here. No head! But look what she does, in class with him: the same thing but not so harsh."
Fawcett omits the hair, softens the shoulders so they look movable and gives her figure something to lean on other than a lost arm.
"Some part of her thought, 'This is not natural,' " Edwards said. "Part of what I wanted to do with this show, although I need to do more work on it, is make an argument for her as a proto-feminist."
Perhaps, in exploring the female form, Fawcett also could reflect on her own body image, or turn the tables and be the looker instead of the constantly looked-at.
Edmier doubts she was aware of feminist contemporary art theory when her Playboy escapade with the gold paint was published in 1997, but he knows it could have been respected today as more than a desperate publicity stunt.
A true artist
Fawcett let the world peek a little deeper inside her art head with the Edmier collaboration in 2000.

Edmier, 20 years her junior, built his reputation with works inspired by people who have "marked time" in his life. He had fantasized about Fawcett since he was a kid with that iconic poster in his bedroom. He was surprised, and thrilled, when her condition for posing turned the whole muse thing on its ear: He, too, had to pose for her.
During two years together, they produced six sculptures, many photographs and drawings, and a book. The big attention-grabber was their contrasting nudes of each other: He depicted her horizontally, in a marble inspired by Rodin, demurely leaning against a sandy-looking base that hides her front side. She re-created him vertically, leaning against a boulder in a full-frontal bronze inspired by Michelangelo's Adam.
At the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, "Keith Edmier and Farrah Fawcett 2000" yielded an avalanche of mostly fluff publicity and one scathing critical review. Three years later, at Pittsburgh's Andy Warhol Museum, earlier works by both artists were included.
Yet no one delved far into Fawcett's art history.
Edwards acknowledged she was "kind of a snob" about Fawcett's art the first time she saw it in the Blanton's storage vaults.
"I remember telling people, 'Well, she's adequate.' Which was really obnoxious of me. But you learn. I'm amazed at how good she was."
Edwards devotes a small wall of her show to Fawcett's "anti-Umlauf" side. She owned a few edgier works, including a 1947 drawing by the Dadaist Man Ray.
O'Neal introduced Fawcett to Warhol, who photographed her and eventually painted a matched pair of major portraits from his images. Fawcett's mouth is closed in those works, too, although Warhol renders her with pop-slicked red lips and bright teal eyes.
The Blanton now owns one of those Warhols, which hangs in its contemporary galleries. O'Neal sued UT to win the other.
Fawcett wasn't much of a collector. Sylvia Dorsey, a college chum who decorated Fawcett's homes, advised her to frame the napkin sketches by Warhol she'd thrown into a box.
Knowing that helps put Fawcett's attitude in context: She didn't care about the art market. Her work, and her interest, really were deeply personal.
"She would have preferred to be known as that kind of artist, rather than an actress," Dorsey said.
Fawcett's bequest to UT includes 168 of her own works - a legacy that warrants a "Farrah Part Two" exhibition that could include the Edmier project, Edwards said.

For now, "Mentoring a Muse" offers a rare chance to glimpse a more complex Farrah than all the tabloid stories could illuminate. And the most telling works are her own creations.
With intense, harmoniously chiseled features, "Head of Diane," a bronze of Fawcett's sister, easily holds its own next to Umlauf's sculptures. She captures a wild, primitive force in a sanguine drawing that depicts Majors.
Another standout is Fawcett's circa-1970 self-portrait, an oil on canvas. There, she renders herself as a solemn, long-haired beauty. The muse's muse seems to be materializing like a ghost through an oval opening in a softly clouded atmosphere of emptiness.
Maybe she just didn't want to bother with painting more than that, or couldn't. Artists can turn their technical issues into assets. Fawcett's self-portrait is more expressionistic than realistic, and slightly generic.
But once a painting enters a public realm, viewers will read into it whatever feeds their imagination. This woman is the antithesis of the gamine, giggly-looking girl in the red swimsuit, but in her way, no less alluring.




'Mentoring a Muse: Charles Umlauf and Farrah Fawcett'
When: Tuesdays-Fridays, noon-4 p.m. 
Saturdays-Sundays, through Aug. 20
Where: Umlauf Sculpture Garden and Museum, 
605 Robert E. Lee Road, Austin

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

She's Back!

As Posted in VOGUE

Farrah Fawcett, Eat Your Heart Out! Fashion Has a New Favorite Poster—And It’s Even Sexier


Whip out your gel-pen notebook and add poster culture to the list of nostalgic trends making a comeback in 2017. Even in the age of endlessly scrolling Instagrams, personalized Pinterests, and tailored-just-to-your-liking memes, nothing really has the same impact as unfurling an image from a magazine and plastering it up on your bedroom wall. Vogue’s September 2016 issue came with a foldout poster of cover star Kendall Jenner in a beige slip and wearing bright red lipstick. Farrah Fawcett in her red Norma Kamali swimsuit is the progenitor of this category of poster; earlier it was pinup girl Bettie Page smirking in the California sand.
The current resurgence of poster culture adds a new element—it not only celebrates the image, but the human form itself. You see, many of fashion’s new posters showcase models completely, or almost completely, nude. The most startling example of this provocation comes from one of its most daring provocateurs, Jonathan Anderson. In advance of his J.W.Anderson Fall 2017 menswear show in London on Sunday, Anderson has released a poster campaign of full-frontal nude men. Photographed by Alasdair McLellan, the pictures don’t hold anything back. They’re not sexy in the traditional sense—no oiled biceps or six-pack abs. Rather, they’re revealing looks at male nudity framed beside shots of pastel sunsets. Anderson’s frequent collaborator, photographer Jamie Hawkesworth, has his own nude poster out this month, too. As a part of the new magazine Print, Hawkesworth photographed model Mica Arganaraz wearing only undies with the name Jamie embroidered across the really nether regions. In all likeliness, fashion fans will be scooping up these posters in droves. Pro tip: Find a place to stash the framed nudes when your parents come over.

As this appears in VOGUE


Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The Sculptor: The Hero of the Artist

The Sculptor: The Hero of the Artist
by Steve McKinnis
stevemckinnis.com

Unbeknownst to most folk, or of no thought at all is the person behind the Mattel, Hot Toy or Tonner Sculpt of a collectible doll, sometimes a specific celebrity. Many of these companies, like Franklin Mint and Disney too, don’t list, reveal or credit the sculptor of any given doll. More often than not the sculptor like many artists who work on the preliminary dolls (or prototype) have signed a contract prohibiting them from showing the work they have done or even being able to show or post what they did do to any form of media. Be it Facebook, twitter or anything else, they are prohibited from exhibiting their part in the process.


Noel Cruz has often stated and still states unequivocally, that the basis for the best possible repaint of a celebrity is the underlying sculpt. He has also painted many dolls where in that particular sculpt wasn’t ever intended to be a specific person (living or dead) and the mastery of his craft is very apparent on both formats.
A Mattel Black Label Farrah Fawcett Barbie restyled and repainted  by Cruz for eBay auction
The reality is Cruz feels that all artists involved should be able to take credit for their work. Cruz himself has often wanted to commission a sculptor but has no idea who it was that sculpted a great sculpt, take the Farrah Fawcett sculpt done for Mattel. Cruz would love to have a non-smiling version. Who do you contract? Where do you start? Mattel won’t release or share the name of the original sculptor. That’s their right. They paid for the work and the artist/sculptor who did it agreed to their terms.

Cruz often gives credit where a doll company and production company would not: to the nameless sculptor who continues to do amazing and detailed work but without any namesake recognition. So credit must end up going to the doll company that produced the said doll that ended up being stripped of its factory paint, then restyled, sometimes re-rooted, then repainted.

A generic sculpt Barbie Becomes
Oscar Winner Angelina Jolie-Pitt
The ultimate ability to breathe life into these three dimensional canvases, especially one that was never molded or intended to be a specific person goes to the artist. It takes a lot of skill and mastery to give the correct depth, via shading and light to create the nuances of a smile, a smirk or a glint in the eye of that collectible and Noel Cruz has become a name recognized for that ability. A humble and quiet man in Anaheim who makes his living auctioning and being commissioned to repaint and restyle a doll in the likeness of someone’s favorite celebrity.

Some generic Barbies or other dolls that become someone other than the original intention of the doll company follow (as well as directly above with Angelina Jolie-Pitt from a Basic Barbie Sculpt) below is a Mattel Ghost Barbie as Farrah Fawcett (a non-smiling version) and a Fashion Royalty repainted and styled to become Bo Derek.









For more of Noel’s work visit http://www.ncruz.com.

Monday, June 29, 2015

June 1977 FAWCETT FLASHBACK

 
Remember this June 1977 cover and story/article about Farrah Fawcett-Majors? THE FARRAH FACTOR was the Ladies Home Journal survey on why girls wanted to grow up toe be like Farrah! For more on Farrah visit http://www.myfarrah.com.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Fawcett's Funny About Love






Farrah Fawcett images from CUT SCENE. 

Visit http://www.myfarrah.com.

CNN ARTICLE: Farrah in the morning

She would come walking across the lawn just after sunrise.


The days and nights had been long; everyone else, as darkness turned into dawn, looked wrung out and worn down and weary.


She just glowed.


"Morning!" she would say, flashing that zillion-watt smile, greeting each of us by name.


"Morning, Farrah," we would say back, feeling gray and dull in her presence.


This was at the La Quinta resort near Palm Springs, California, almost 20 years ago. The only piece of writing of mine that was ever turned into a feature film was being shot there. Farrah was one of the female leads.


At least she, and we, thought she was. More on that later.


She seemed to be an awfully nice person. That much I can tell you, from my limited time with her as she made that movie. She did her best to try to make the people around her forget just how all-reaching her fame was. There is a stratum of renown that is separate from the variety that accrues to most performers; Michael Jackson, who died on the same day as she, knew that type of renown, and so did she. Regardless of the role, she was always destined to be, in the eyes of the public, Farrah. That had to have been both a blessing and an encumbrance.


Most people in show business would do just about anything to possess that level of connection with the people out in the seats -- to move through life having everyone in the world feel they know you. It must be difficult, though, to bury yourself in a fictional part when, inside, you are resigned to the idea that, to the unseen ticket buyers in the darkness, you are, now and always, Farrah.


Any person with whom she had contact, however brief, would remember it for years. She understood that. She was golden, literally; it was her calling card. At breakfast, on the mornings she would join the crew, we would sit around long wooden catering tables, and there was a what's-wrong-with-this-picture aspect to the scene. These were mundane meals, and she was anything but. Or that's what we thought. Farrah? She was just getting ready to put in a day's work.


The movie itself -- it was called "Funny About Love"-- turned out to be quite forgettable. The male lead was played by Gene Wilder; the three women in his life were played, as the script was written, by Christine Lahti, Mary Stuart Masterson and Farrah. Everyone on the set seemed to get along, but what do I know? I'd never been on another set. After a lifetime of grunted hellos from assistant city editors, this was quite a change. Those dawns on the desert, those cast-and-crew breakfasts, those "Morning!"s from Farrah as she strolled across the grass.


Steve Allen, a luminary in the early days of television and a cogent observer of the world around him, said that when people see a person who is regularly on TV, it is as if the television performer emits a glow. The glow is invisible, yet it's there. And when a person who once was constantly on television suddenly isn't on television anymore, Allen said, it is as if the glow evaporates. It's gone.


Maybe he was right -- but with Farrah, the glow endured. It never went away. Another accomplished television performer -- Phil Donahue -- argued that there was no essential difference between Frank Sinatra's fame and the fame of a local TV weathercaster. Donahue's point was that you're either famous or you're not; there's no in-between. If you deliver the weather news on your town's most popular station, then everyone within the county line knows you. You're Sinatra.


The theory made a certain sense, but there was that qualitative difference to Farrah's fame. She could not have gotten rid of it if she had wanted to.


Yet no one always wins. The most blessed among us are subject to hurt. Here is what happened with that movie that was filmed on the desert:


Months after the final scenes were shot, I received a phone call from one of the producers. Opening weekend was approaching.


"Farrah's not in the movie," he said.


I didn't process the words.


"She asked for her name to be taken off the credits?" I said.


"No," he said. "She has been cut out of the final film."


The powers that be with the authority to make such decisions, the story went, after some screenings in front of test audiences had decided that the movie didn't work well with Farrah in it. So every single one of her scenes had been excised. The movie had been recut as if she had never existed.


Even when you're golden, it seems, life can blindside you and try to make you feel small. Even when, to those on the outside, it appears that you have everything, it can vanish. Somewhere, in metal film cans on some shelf or other, there are colorful motion images of a beautiful woman doing her job, images the world has never seen. "Morning!" she would call on her way to breakfast. She carried the sunrise with her.


http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/06/28/greene.farrah/index.html?iref=24hours

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

First photos of Mattel Black Label Fawcett for myfarrah.com





Farrah Fawcett (black label Barbie) repainted and restyled by artist Noel Cruz of www.ncruz.com for www.myfarrah.com

You can see more variations of Farrah as well as Kate Jackson, Jaclyn Smith and Cheryl Ladd on Cruz's web site. Cruz not only repaints and restyles 12" & 16" collectible dolls and figures he is also a prolific photographer. These photos were all taken by Cruz.

Some of the original photos first taken by Cruz after completing the Farrah repaint and restyle.