Herman Maril, Africa, and Imagery

“The Essential Herman Maril” is the title of the art show currently featured at  Acme Fine Art in Boston.  The exhibit of works selected by Gallery owners James Bennette and David Cowan provides the viewer with an opportunity to become acquainted with some of the subject themes important in my father’s life. . His career spanned from the 1930s until his death in 1986. There is the boat, the sea, construction in the city, a garden with clothes line, looking out through a kitchen window, and one of my favorites–a black rotary wall  telephone .  My father painted what he knew and what he saw; selectively reducing and refining figures and shapes to depict on the paper or canvas what he felt to be important.

My dad, who divided his time between Maryland and Cape Cod, did some traveling and he sketched when he traveled. Writers put their notes in a journal.  Herman’s notes took the shapes of trees, coastlines, people, and buildings.  He visited the Southwest, California, Mexico, Spain, Italy, and Portugal, but he never made it to Africa although he had a modest collection of African Art that he prized. In addition  to several masks and  locks from a Chief’s hut, there was a sculpture fetish that was said to have been caked in mud  and  containing a lion’s ear when Herman purchased it.. He admired the simple carved shapes of these treasures, which he displayed in the front hallway and living room of our home at a time when such objects were not particularly fashionable.

As a child in the days when there were only three or four television stations, I’d watch wildlife nature shows with my dad,   mesmerized by the images on the black and white TV. Expansive plains, tall grasses waving in the wind and the close-up of a hungry lion in pursuit of dinner, chasing a fast moving gazelle had us on the edge of our chairs. It was a shared time, just me an my father, and during my recent visit to East Africa I thought of him often, wishing he was with me to see the expansive plains, baoba trees,  lions, zebras, gazelles, giraffes, and wildebeests in person.

When I told my brother David Maril  I was going to Africa, he sent me a photograph of the bird sculpture Dad had painted in the oil painting below, “Artist Contemplating African Bird” now in the collection of  Adirondack Community College, originally acquired by his close friend the poet William Bronk, known to our family as Bill.

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“Artist Contemplating African Bird” oil on canvas by Herman Maril, Collection of Adirondack Community College

David  was hoping I might be able to identify the origin of the sculpture, if I saw something similar.While I saw many large handsome birds during our travels on the Wami river and on our safari excursions overland by jeep inside Ngoronguru Crater and Masai Mara National Reserve, I saw no original pieces of bird sculpture during my visit. Walking in and out of all the tourist shops that line the narrow streets of the Stone Town portion of Zanzibar I mostly encountered the usual wood carvings I suspect are probably mass produced in China. My husband Peter and I found one quality merchant who was selling the older tribal pieces along with fine Middle Eastern jewelry and artifacts– but no bird sculptures.

Our favorite memories from the trip are those moments seeing the animals on the move in their natural environment. Watching hundreds of zebras, wildebeests, and gazelle making their way across the Serengeti Plain in search of fresh grass and sitting in a boat yards away from massive Hippos, hearing their deep sonorous groans as they submerge themselves underwater and reappear,  is an experience of a lifetime. It reminded  me that wildlife, and the variety of animals we grew up visiting at the zoo,  is not something we can take for granted.  It’s important we  try to preserve the earth  and protect our endangered species that include the Black Rhinoceros and Leopard, both of which I had the privilege to see, albeit from a far distance. (This is when field binoculars come in handy).

Nature and the images  we see, whether they are exotic animals  or the shape of flowers that bloom on the tree outside our window, can inspire the artist in all of us. You don’t have to travel half way around the world to see something worthy of inspiration, but some times taking a journey can give us perspective to appreciate what we have when we return home.





Herman Maril’s Wardrobe

We had a nice crowd of attendees on Sunday afternoon for the lecture on Herman Maril given by Provincetown Art Association and Museum (PAAM) Director Christine McCarthy and the release of the new Herman Maril book at University of Maryland University College (UMUC). But the best part of the event, in my opinion, was the audience Q & A and feedback after Chris McCarthy initially spoke. I’m always interested in hearing comments from former colleagues and students, but it was my brother’s remarks that got me thinking. A question was asked of myself and my brother as to our experiences growing up in the household of a famous artist. My brother, David, talked about being ashamed of the old cars that we drove and the way my father dressed. As the younger child, and a girl who favored bohemian attire, I liked my dad’s clothes even though he dressed differently from businessmen. Yes, my dad looked quite different from other people’s dads, but I thought he looked quite handsome and so did most of my female classmates. Regardless of whether people knew he was a famous artist, when my father walked into a room, smiled, and made eye contact, people were attracted to his warmth and his charm.
My father loved his heavy khaki pants, and woven plaid shirts. On the days he commuted to College Park to teach at the University, he would wear a light blue button down shirt with a tweed jacket and a woolen textured tie, usually with stripes. I bought him several of those ties, as they were within my budget. I remembered they cost $3.50. One day my mother and I were shopping at the old Hutzler’s Department store in Towson and there was a weaver from Scotland set up with her loom. We were able to select the colors of the tie we wanted woven to purchase. What a special gift I had to give that Christmas!
As someone who has owned many “older” unfashionable cars as an adult, I can write as a parent that all children tend to be ashamed of old cars. There were many times that my kids specifically asked us NOT to pick them up in a certain car. I don’t think I still have a picture of it, but for about 10 plus years I drove a very large 1988 brown Caprice Chevy wagon. We called it the potato wagon and it very much reminded me of some of the station wagons my parents owned. Because they often transported paintings, the cars my parents purchased had to have wide bodies to accommodate large canvasses. In my case I had a large car for transporting antiques. Nicer was the vintage Mercedes wagon we used to own. I do have a photo of that car, and the children used to think it was cool. Unfortunately it just got too tired and worn out to keep.

Herman Maril: An Artist’s Two Worlds

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Sunday December 4th at the University of Maryland, University College UMUC Inn and Conference Center Room 0105, the Director of the Provincetown Art Association and Museum, Christine McCarthy. will be leading a discussion on the work of American artist Herman Maril.
My father Herman Maril, who died in 1986, was born in Baltimore, Maryland, which he made his lifelong home, but spent his summers on Cape Cod in Provincetown, Massachusetts. Thus part of the inspiration for the title of the discussion, “An Artist’s Two Worlds” stems from work inspired by two primary geographic locations, the seashore and small town vs. the city. But there was his role as artist and teacher, his leadership in the arts community and his love of family which also factored into the inspiration for Maril’s work. Available will be copies of the just released hardback book His Own Path: The Spirit and Legacy of Herman Maril.
The event begins at 3:00 p.m. and prospective attendees are asked to RSVP to www. umuc.edu/art/. Both my brother David Maril, who wrote an introduction for the book which contains essays by art historians David W. Scott and Howard E. Wooden,and myself will be there. If you are a Herman Maril fan, we hope to see you next Sunday!