Can’t Think Of A Title


Have you ever seen the commercial for Shriners Hospital when the little girl is asked what is love and she sweetly giggles and has a cute little smile and says a little bit embarrassed “I got nothing.”  
Well this week I’m kind of in the same predicament. I’ve got nothing. I’ve been home a week now and all I’ve been doing is cleaning, supervising sheet rock installation, dealing with plumbers, leaking washing machine hoses and selecting flooring for the damage that was done this winter to my home by frozen water pipes. That’s just inside. Outside I had acres of leaves from last fall to be cleaned up. What happened to the good old days when you could set your pile of leaves on fire after the kids had fun jumping into them? Should I admit to loving the smell of burning leaves in the fall? Life used to be so much easier and so much more fun before ticks and the thinning ozone layer.
This week my Creative Center is being smothered by the realities around me. No wonder for centuries artists and musicians have needed patrons to create so that they would be free from worldly tasks. Mozart and Rembrandt wouldn’t even be in our vocabulary had they been forced to work at McDonalds to pay the rent instead of being able to create without fear of being kicked out of their flat.
I have always thought too much outside static short circuits creative energy and right now I am on overload without much sleep. All of a sudden Sophie, who usually sleeps at our feet, has decided to be a bed hog dog and pushes herself between our pillows so that my husband and I have about 5 inches to go before we wind up on the floor. She’s like a sack of potatoes in a coma when I try to get her to move. My daughter Alison told me to let her know I am the master because dogs do well when you tell them what they need to do. Well, obviously not this Lhasa. 
So please forgive me this week friends. I’ve got nothing.
Copyright by Sandra Hart 2015. All rights reserved.

The Reason I Love The Arts

I am one who really appreciates the arts in all of its many forms and I’m especially very sad to see the exhibit The Chosen: Selected Works from Jewish Florida Art Collectors to end here in South Beach. The collection was comprised of many gifted and well-known artists across the spectrum and curated by a wonderful art patron and former owner of New York City and Wynwood Art Galleries here in Florida, Bernice Steinbaum.  

Bernice is quite a character and equally quite brilliant in finding and nurturing artistic talent. 

So this piece today is an homage to Bernice Steinbaum, the artists who thrived under her wings and to us, who have benefited from her discoveries. 

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On a recent weekday morning, Bernice Steinbaum welcomes a delegation of University of Virginia graduates for a tour of her eponymous Wynwood gallery. Outside flutters a giant banner with her picture. The caption: “Know BS.”

Dressed in a lavish red, green, and gold skirt and jacket created from a wedding kimono and smiling widely behind enormous eyeglasses, Steinbaum walks the group through her current exhibit, “The Three Dimensional Gods and Goddesses Meet Their Cousins the Trees,” which features mixed-media-on-aluminum works by local Haitian artist Edouard Duval-Carrié.

As she passionately describes the paintings’ vodou inspiration, Steinbaum, who earned a doctorate in arts education from Columbia University, holds her audience rapt.

Since opening her two-story space on the corner of 36th Street and North Miami Avenue a decade ago, she has hosted hundreds of such tours. “For me,” she says, “it’s always been more about educating the public about art than about sales.”

Next month, the 68-year-old Steinbaum will close her gallery permanently after 38 years in the business. Her departure comes at a time when local artists such as Friends­WithYou, Jen Stark, and Alvaro Ilizarbe (AKA Freegums) have announced they are relocating to Los Angeles. Unchecked gentrification in Wynwood and the Design District has raised fears that creative types and smaller galleries might soon be priced out of the area.

“She is one of the serious galleries in town and will leave a void when she’s gone,” observes Leyden Rodriguez-Casanova, a local artist and one of the founders of the Design District space Dimensions Variable. “Not only was she a pioneer here and represented pretty good talent, but early on she embraced local artists and showed their work.”

Prior to her career as a dealer, Steinbaum worked in the Iowa public school system and was an associate professor at Drake University. While living in Iowa, she had her own TV program, Art Time With Mrs. Steinbaum. Later she was a professor at New York’s Hofstra University before opening a gallery in NYC.

Early in her career, while still in New York, Steinbaum chose to represent artists outside the mainstream and built her stable to include about “50 percent women and 35 percent artists of color,” she says.

“As I visited the galleries and museums in New York several times a week, it occurred to me that many of the women and artists of color —Asians, Latinos, African-Americans, and Native Americans — who were graduating with MFAs were not being shown at these places. And if dealers weren’t exhibiting their works, and critics weren’t writing about them, the museum curators were not going to discover them,” Steinbaum says.

“As a feminist, I realized that the art world would benefit from this plethora of voices, and it became my calling… [Of course] I showed the work of white guys too,” she adds with a chuckle.

Since opening her gallery in Wynwood in 2000, Steinbaum has been a catalyst for the development of the arts scene. She bought her building in 1998 after selling her 23-year-old gallery in New York and moving here to be closer to her children — Carrie, Sarah, and Jeremy — who had been living in the Miami area for 15 years.

“Carrie is 40 years old and a landscape architect who went to Harvard,” Steinbaum beams. “Sarah is 42 and Jeremy 47. They both graduated from the University of Miami. Sarah is an attorney and teaches at UM during evenings. Jeremy is a surgeon and lives in Orlando,” she says. Steinbaum’s husband Harold was also a physician. He passed away two years ago.

After relocating to Wynwood, the dealer dreamed of converting the blighted area into the base of a thriving arts scene. “When I purchased the building, my daughters were furious,” Steinbaum recalls. “The neighborhood was unsavory, and the lot across the street was dotted with rusting shipping containers. My building was being used as a crack house, and people were sleeping behind the walls.

“But they forgot that I’m from New York and had a New Yorker’s savvy. I felt that this could really grow to become a great arts community. Today there are about 70 galleries in the district. Some will remain open and others won’t.”

Steinbaum won’t reveal the amount she paid for the property. “That’s relative. But I can tell you I invested a small fortune repairing cracked windows and clearing the cokeheads and drug paraphernalia and needles that littered the space to turn it into a respectable cultural institution,” she says.

It took Steinbaum two years to convert the space into one of Wynwood’s premier showcases. Today her gallery represents three MacArthur “genius grant” recipients — Pepon Osorio, Amalia Mesa-Bains, and Deborah Willis — five Guggenheim fellows, multiple National Endowment for the Arts award winners, two Annenberg fellows, and other lauded artists.

“They include Ken Aptekar, Jaune Quick-to-See Smith, Hung Liu, Miriam Schapiro, Faith Ringgold. There are so many I can’t honestly remember all their names now,” she says.

Back in the summer of 2000, Miami artist Karen Rifas caught Steinbaum’s eye. Rifas’s installation consisting of 24 mirrors arranged on the gallery’s walls and floor was on display as part of “Levity and Gravity,” a group show curated by Amy Cappellazzo and Tiffany Huot at Steinbaum’s gallery.

Copyright Sandra Hart 2015. All rights reserved.

Photos Sandra Hart