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In the 1920s Man Ray became one of the foremost figures in the French avant-garde, said Barbara Hoffman in the New York Post. That’s remarkable, considering that he was both American and Jewish—born Emmanuel Radnitzky in Philadelphia, the son of a tailor and a seamstress. A pioneer of dada art, and then surrealism, Ray strove throughout his life to hide his ethnic background. But a new exhibition at New York’s Jewish Museum finally fully reveals a man who reinvented himself through art and “whose biggest masterpiece may have been himself.”
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Following his move to Paris, Ray actually had many “practical reasons to assimilate,” said Karen Rosenberg in The New York Times. Fascism was on the march in Europe, “and Jewish artists were routinely ghettoized” in France. This exhibition suggests that his restless experimentation with different media—paintings, photography, film, sculpture—was driven by a “profound condition of rootlessness.” At the same time, it shows that the artist’s “break with the past wasn’t seamless.” His surreal collages have a patchwork quality reminiscent of the clothing scraps used in his parents’ occupations. “Patterns, mannequins, and wire dress forms” pop up repeatedly in his work—and, it’s interesting to note, he eventually made his living photographing fashion spreads for magazines such as Vogue and Vanity Fair.
Ray came to disdain his own career as a “big-time fashion photographer,” said John Zeaman in the Bergen County, N.J., Record. Toward the end of his life, Ray wanted most of all to be known as a painter. Yet “it’s hard to find a painting in this show that doesn’t look like it’s by someone else.” Rather, it’s his imaginative, innovative photographic portraits that retain the ability to surprise. In both these and his sculptures, he often treated the female form—especially that of his student and lover, Lee Miller—as an inspiration for surrealist subversion. In Le Violon d’Ingres, he painted a woman’s back to look like a violin. For the sculpture Indestructible Object, he cut out an image of Miller’s eye and placed it on a metronome arm, creating a quintessential symbol of obsession. Such works, along with several surreal self-portraits on display, seem to provide the most insight into this stubbornly private man. In Auto Portrait, a bronze cast of Ray’s face stares out from a wooden box “defiantly, as if enduring the indignity of popular opinion.”
