Mayan exhibit tells a complicated truth
YORK — Beautiful is complicated. Gorgeous sunset skies can be a product of atmospheric pollution. Blizzards of the kind that battered Buffalo, N.Y., were visual poetry to Claude Monet.
As Monet’s snowstorms suggest, the idea, and ideal, of beauty in art comes with its own drawbacks. The majestic Elgin Marbles, emblems of democracy, crowned a Greek temple built by a slave-owning culture.
Such complexities percolate through a fantastically beautiful exhibition called “Lives of the Gods: Divinity in Maya Art” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Just to have this show is a gift. We haven’t seen a Mesoamerican survey on this scale — more than 100 objects — for years.
The Maya originated as a civilization around 1500 B.C. in an area covering all or parts of present-day Belize, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras and Mexico. They developed a rigidly vertical class-based society living in rivalrous citystates and led by rulers who sought guidance from, and closely identified with, a pantheon of nature-based deities.
Culturally, the Maya invented a hieroglyphic writing system, still not fully deciphered. And in their elite art — which is the art that survives — they came up with distinctive architectural and graphic styles, which they put to both secular and religious use during the so-called Classic period (A.D. 250 to 900) on which the show focuses.
Three objects that introduce the exhibition, all dating from around the eighth century, suggest the formal and expressive range of what lies ahead. One is a ceramic box painted with a wraparound narrative depicting a supernatural summit chaired by a cigar-smoking, feline-eared deity-in-chief.
A text suggests that the scene is a kind of Creation Day congress, with various gods convened to cook up a brandnew world. With features combining human, animal and vegetal, they’re a weird-looking cohort. An encounter with any of them on a dark night might trigger your fight-orflight reflex. But seen here, at comic-strip scale, they radiate imaginative esprit, thanks to the wonderful linear style — shivery and filigree-fine — of an eighth-century artist who signed his name.
The two other introductory items are large, columnar clay sculptures. Unearthly figures appear on them, too, but as disembodied faces shaped in high relief. One has the look of a grinning death’s head. The other scowls, bug-eyed and open-jawed. Both objects were designed as giant incense holders, which may have been meant to serve as fragrant
perches for visitations from the fearsome gods portrayed.
The Mayan concept of the universe was built on dualities found in nature, and the show, a collaboration between the Met and the Kimbell Art Museum in Fort Worth, takes the opposing states of night and day as one of its themes. Both temporal phases are fraught with paradox. As depicted in paintings and sculptures, the Mayan sun god, giver of life, is no Apollo. He’s a sickly hero beset by violently light-averse enemies. He has to fight hard just to make it above the horizon every day.
The nocturnal forces he’s up against comprise some of this art’s most hellish-looking belar
ings: reptilian carnivores, underworld ghouls. At the same time, while darkness is the domain of death, it’s also a realm of sensuality and fertility. Tender images speak to this: a painting of the moon goddess, nude, on a cylinder vessel; an earthenware relief of a woman cradling a baby bear like a child; a terra-cotta figurine of a young beauty in a robin’s-egg robe, fielding the advances of a geriatric suitor.
In a gallery devoted to him, the god of rain, Chahk, embodies contradictory forces, too: Like sunlight, he vivifies the world, though too little or too much of him can spell disaster in the form of drought or floods. Art catches his biponew
character. As incised on an eighth-century limestone plaque from Mexico, he’s an arabesque tangle of swelling clouds and aqueous swirls. He looks as softly enlivening as a summer downpour sounds and feels. Yet in a rough-cut monumental stone figure from a century later, he makes a different effect: He’s a loinclothed, sunken-cheeked giant wielding an earth-clearing ax.
In the show’s final section, “Rulers and Patrons,” we’re squarely in the world of enactments in which the secular and the sacred, beauty and brutality, terrestrial and celestial rule are surreally entangled. An element of violence is undisguised. Hallucinatory scenes painted on vessels — of a man decapitating himself, of a jaguar set on fire — represent punishing acts of sorcery believed to have been available to rulers who, if not technically deities themselves, were in intimate communion with the divine.
One such potentate, eighthcentury Mayan King Yuknoom Took’ K’awiil, appears on a magnificent limestone relief, Stela 51 (A.D. 731), on loan from the Museo Nacional de Antropologia in Mexico City. He shares a name with the god of lightning (K’awiil), and his regal vestments and props indicate further divine affiliations. But in purely earthly terms, the proof of his power is embodied in the figure of a prone man who lies, like a footstool, under his feet.
Similar images appear repeatedly in Mayan elite political and religious art, which is what the art at the Met is. They are, among other things, superbly imagined advertisements for power through intimidation. And for the Maya, as for their Aztec contemporaries, that intimidation sometimes took the form of human sacrifice: ritualistic, dominionfortifying public torture and killing, usually of political prisoners.
The Met show takes only muted note of this reality. Yet it may be the most widely remarked feature of these ancient Mesoamerican civilizations. It is certainly the one that, once known, brings to the fore the dark and aggressive side of much surviving ancient Mayan art, embodied in the grotesque censers, the hulking rain god, the mantrampling monarch. That aggression complicates perceptions of this art’s astonishing formal and imaginative beauties, and of beauty itself as a saving grace.
In reality, of course, no culture was, or is, anything like innocent — and certainly not our own. Human sacrifice in the interest of gaining and maintaining power? How else could you describe American slavery, or the U.S. wars in Vietnam and Iraq, or our continuing ritual practice of capital punishment?
As an expression and reflection of culture, art also is the opposite of innocent, and the idea of beauty attached to it is always complicated for that reason, a generator of questions as much as a giver of answers. Both echo through this totally riveting show.