Southern Exposure

At Houston’s Museum of Fine Arts, Mexican photographers portray their culture with rare empathy and a sense of wonder.

Museumgoers who invested the requisite shoe leather in last year’s sprawling blockbuster “Mexico: Splendors of Thirty Centuries” can be excused for thinking they had thoroughly covered the subject. One art form that was missing from the San Antonio exhibit, however, was photography, which has been overshadowed by twentieth-century Mexican painting (see “Looking at Mexico,” TM, April 1991). But while Mexican photography hasn’t produced figures with the name recognition of muralists Diego Rivera and David Alfaro Siquieros, the medium has engaged some formidable talent—as attested by “Contemporary Mexican Photography,” the survey on view through August 9 at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston. Assembled by curator Anne Tucker from the museum’s own collection of Mexican photography, one of the largest in this country, the 91-piece show is a penetrating self-portrait of the Americas’ most venerable and complex culture.

The patron saint of contemporary Mexican photography is Manuel Alvarez Bravo, a self-taught artist who began his career in the twenties and who at age ninety remains the most influential force in Mexican photography. Bravo’s aesthetics were shaped during the heady days of the Mexican avant-garde, following the civil war in 1921. During this period Diego Rivera, who had spent the war years doing Cubist pictures in Paris, and his colleagues were painting ambitious murals extolling the heroic struggle of the Mexican masses.

Bravo shared the muralists’ interest in native Mexican culture, but his own work depended less on ideology than on a keen instinct for subtleties and paradoxes. Frida Kahlo in Manuel Alvarez Bravo’s Studio, Puente de Alvarado, México, taken in the thirties, portrays Rivera’s wife—also an accomplished painter—in her trademark peasant dress; Kahlo’s expression isn’t the painfully introspective gaze familiar in her celebrated self-portraits, but a chic, almost cheeky seduction of the camera (one can easily imagine Madonna, who wants to make a film about Kahlo, playing the scene). Bravo emphasizes the contradiction by seating Kahlo next to a table, on which sits a large glass globe reflecting a detailed fish-eye view of the entire studio—a witty counterpoint to the intense inward focus of Kahlo’s artistic vision.

Bravo also made intriguing images of less complex people, turning commonplace scenes, such as a child drinking from a public fountain and old men hunched at a street-side cafe, into powerful, almost Caravaggio-esque dramas that merge gritty realism with transcendental possibilities. Even Bravo’s overtly political pictures have an undercurrent of mysticism. In Obrero en huelga asesinado (“The Striking Worker Killed,” 1934), the blood streaked over the young man’s face and pooled beneath his head seems curiously artificial, almost as theatrical as the gory polychrome statues of the scourged Christ found in Mexican churches. Transformed from a victim demanding temporal justice into a supernatural martyr, the dead man has already entered a timeless cycle of suffering, acceptance, and hope.

The lyrical, oftentimes magical element in Bravo’s work sets it apart from the deadpan social realism of such American contemporaries as Depression-era documentary photographer Walker Evans. The same approach has continued among Bravo’s students and stylistic heirs, who have portrayed their country’s multilayered popular culture with an empathy and sense of wonder rarely seen in the work of similarly disposed “American scene” photographers.

Chicago-born Mariana Yampolsky, who emigrated to Mexico in 1945 and studied with Bravo’s former wife and assistant, Lola, puts a feminist spin on Bravo’s populist outlook. In Desde que te ausentaste (“Since You Departed,” 1984), a

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