Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Last night I went to the opening of a small exhibit by Ilan Garibi and Herman Mariano, at the Henkin gallery in Holon, Israel.

Garibi: strong folds, clean, tasteful color choices and combinations, voracious explorations of his new love, tessellations, some of which are more muscular than a lot of the delicate-and-fussy things I’ve seen in this line before.

Good to recognize a new force on the scene here in Israel (even if I’ve been slow to do so, hiding out as I have in the desert.) Pleased to meet the person too, for further qualities of character not immediately evident in the folds.

I will let these images speak for themselves; but see also here.

Good also to see the tradition of origami-themed shows being upheld in this space: the last one here at the Henkin was mine (five years ago---way too long for this space), and before me came Tomoko Fuse, and before her Paul Jackson.

There are some real origami powers in this country, but they are scattered. The group Ilan belongs to has a terrific set of people but for various reasons has been able to retain perhaps a third of the known folders of quality in Israel; and the unknowns, whom one catches sight of at various events, probably outnumber the knowns. Maybe Ilan is the man to heal the rifts and unify the ranks. We will see.

The other exhibitor here is Herman Mariano, who I’ve written about before on this Blog. I think, up to about 4 or 5 years ago, I could claim with some confidence that this retired architect was the best folder in the world of origami animals, who is not himself an origami designer. And if I can’t say that now it is through no fault of his own—he continues to advance, well into his 80s—but rather because origami has exploded in so many directions now and there are so many new talents lurking that any such a statement would be incredibly hasty.

Actually, good enough as this show is for the masses who have no other option, the real treat is a visit to Mariano’s home, an origami household the way one imagines but rarely encounters it, the animals perched on the bookshelves in front of the texts. And the books themselves—besides the very large origami library there are all the wildlife volumes and videos that he studies each time he prepares to fold an animal model. Tucked away in odd nooks and stashes is his paper collection, the finest I’ve seen, brought in from all over the world or purchased on whim; papers for which Mariano has developed his own treatments to color and stiffen as needed. Those who come to the exhibit can see perhaps some of the products of all this industry; but for me the special delight is that apartment itself, with the ‘morning energy’ it exudes. Cleanness, color, order, youth, readiness for work, ranging intellectual interests, eagerness for study, experiment and exploration: music. The whole shining glory of origami in a few dozen square meters.

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I have to confess that my first reaction--by no means my last--to this show, this quite tastefully arranged exhibit, was to frown.

For you see, some of those Mariano-folded animals--perhaps a half-dozen of them--had been in my Tikotin Museum exhibit a few years ago. And here they were again---“my” pieces, now placed in new positions, set among different companions. Somehow I had come to feel proprietary about them, I mean, as if I had designed or made them myself, to the point where I was vaguely annoyed that they had been moved about and joined with other fellows at all, let alone without asking me.

This is of course nonsense, but I am reporting the feelings as they occurred. And will take the time now to worry about them a little.

It sometimes happens with a complete stranger, a beautiful woman—a certain kind of beauty—that you feel a mixture of ownership, physical kinship with her, I mean quite as if she was a daughter or sister or something. You see a part of yourself in her; and then you feel like you have rights. Of course she is herself entirely hers, but now owns a part of you, is the truth of it. But you can’t shake off the impression, the mutual belonging, the sense of possession. Some of that can happen with origami too.

I knew a woman once who had played with folding paper as a young girl, quite on her own, not knowing that there even was such field as ‘origami’. Later she visited Japan; and when she came back she began publishing a series of origami diagram booklets on the cover of which her name appears in big letters, while inside the preface extols the unique educational properties of her diagramming technique. Meanwhile the names of the designers of the models (Yoshizawa, Francis Ow, many others) had all mysteriously disappeared. For, you see, those designers had come up with the same things she had already thought of as a girl (more or less); so they were hers. Today, if you press her on this admittedly delicate point, she is liable to add: she’d thought all these models were “traditional” (rather a stretcher, as she must have learned them either from books with the author’s names clearly spelled on them, or from teachers who would have named them for her.) But never mind. I see this as an extension, maybe a little more extreme, of the same possessiveness that all good origami can arouse. One falls in love with a model, learns it, folds it, and then it becomes part of oneself. All sorts of feelings from childhood attach and surround it. It is easy to start imagining one has rights.

Proprietary or territorial feelings can be awakened even with something so transitory as an exhibition space, when once you have put up a show in it. Mind you--this is not a space you ever owned or even rented: all you did was inhabit it for a few weeks or months, invest all your heart and soul in it; and now, it seems to you, by golly, it is yours in some way! What are these others doing in it! Yes, it is a pretty exhibition, you fume. But surely your successors must at least owe you something merely from the fact of you having been there before them, maybe cleared the way?

This is nonsense, and one had better get over such resentments quickly if one is to enjoy the show, or anything else.

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Ah, pride, possession, ego, rights.

A few years ago I put up that exhibit at the Tikotin Museum of Japanese Art. I worked hard on it, with the very limited resources and limited international reputation I had at the time, but with some solid friendships. It ended up being a great success--strong reviews, enthusiastic comments from the public, record crowds for that museum and so forth. It was a significant moment for origami on the Israeli landscape; and it mattered to me that this be done in the Tikotin museum, which is the institution with probably the oldest connection to origami in this country (first via Felix Tikotin’s direct association with / assistance to Yoshizawa in the 1950s, and later via Eli Lancman, the museum’s director for many years.)

But what I most wanted, and I think achieved from that show, was to set a high bar for the display of artistic origami---as high as the display of any prestigious work or historical artifact in any major museum of art today. I had strong material to begin with, gathered from all over the world, and what I most wanted for it was respect.

Now as it happens, a "successor exhibit" to that one, in scale of ambition if not in size (in size it is double), is taking place right now in a museum in the city of Zaragoza, Spain. "Origami, El Arte del Papel Plegado", is at the History Center of Zaragoza; its curators are Felipe Moreno and Jorge Pardo (I understand it is a production of the Zaragoza municipality, the History Center,the Aragon origami group and the AEP.) I haven’t seen it or very many images from it but by all accounts it is a smashing success. Over 20,000 visitors have come in just its first month; it is the best-attended show in Zaragoza at this moment, has broken all records for this museum, lines forming around the block on weekends (where the group’s folders are giving impromptu lessons), students being bussed in from the schools and a waiting list of thousands of pupils.

I am pleased without qualification in their success. And also proud. Not all of us can design models that change the field or steer it in a particular direction (or, not all the time…). So if one wants one's field to flourish and grow, and also to have an influence, then one would like ones words to allure or sting; one's images to excite and linger; one's half-baked idea to induce its completion; one's moment of courage, to generate further courage. If that Tikotin show played a role in piquing the regional pride of the Aragonians into concerted action or or set an example of any kind, I could not hope for more. And if their show now raises the bar for those who come after them, they will have done well.

But I can easily see, with a slight twist of the screw, how such pride and satisfaction could turn into pride-of-possession of a very different kind. If I was built just a bit differently I might now be grumbling at being outclassed. I would be saying to myself: “Why, they never would have done this if it wasn’t for me…” “If I hadn’t recommended him, he would never have…” “If they hadn’t seen the photographs…” “If he had never met …”

Nonsense. The Zaragoza group is the oldest origami group in the world, dating back to the 1940s: it existed before every other formal or informal organization of paperfolders. Felipe Moreno has been its heart and soul for a very long time now--you can see him in those old, black-and-white photographs. The Aragon group and the larger AEP organization have demonstrated great efficiency in their conventions and exhibitions, seem able to work in marvelous unison—have somehow managed to overcome the tensions which have crippled the public expression of origami in several countries that I know of.

As a general rule, it is unwise to take credit for another person’s existence, or art, or success; there are few things as guaranteed to produce ill-will. With origami it may be worse: people who do it seriously as adults are liable to have started in childhood, years before you met them; when you take credit for what they now do you can expect them to feel you are laying claim to some of their most deeply anchored experiences. And of course, if you do not just claim credit but try to cash in on perceived rights to gain special privileges of one sort of another, you have crossed from private delusion into public venality.

The other side of this coin from the assumption of rights and privileges are assumptions of gratitude. In this field one had better feel grateful for one’s precedents, because there are a lot of them. Every one of us stands on the shoulders of giants, and has cause to be thankful for great numbers of people in our still-small circle: for their models, publications, teachings, techniques, social organizations, generosity--for labors which in the vast majority of cases have been ones of love, done entirely without remuneration. Not one of us stands alone, is self-made. Our community is a web, and it must not be jumped on too heavily, even as the bad apples are shaken out.

A slight propensity to take excessive credit for oneself, when married to a full-blown personality disorder, can have explosive results. For if there is no restraint on ego and possession, it won’t be just other people’s models that are taken without mention, and not just exhibition spaces that come to be “owned”--permanently--but entire geographic areas that are laid claim to. The sharing and collaboration that is a basic feature of origami in some parts of the world, will be turned into its opposite. Origami events, private gatherings, commercial efforts, educational undertakings, maybe even the act of folding itself alone in a corner, will in that person's mind have become a private possession, subject to his or her exclusionary rights. “Any origami that takes place in the region of Nagtamar,” the Evil Queen was heard to say, “either goes through me or doesn’t happen at all.”

In speaking of 'rights' and 'possession' in this blog post I have not touched on the issue of copyrights, a subject over which much ink has been spilled. But it is clear that the same people who have a distorted sense of their own entitlements, are the ones that will play fast and loose with copyrights too.

It may be that the philosophers of old were right, and there are no pure vices: every vice is an exaggeration of what in healthy proportions would be a virtue. For ego, possessiveness, territorialism, are essential in this field too, in their right measures. If you are a designer you damn well better feel proprietary about the form of origami you have staked a claim to: whether it’s modulars, tessellations, birds, insects, pleat-folding or whatnot; and if some pimply-faced newcomer dares to make an entry in your field that meets or surpasses your own, you are no designer if you don’t itch and sweat a little. You had better get cracking, learn what he knows, and do him one better. That is territorialism, competition in its healthy sense; not the exclusionism and expropriation that is antithetical to the spirit of origami.

Ilan and Herman---I enjoyed the show.

Ilan Garibi’s and Herman Mariano’s show runs at the Henkin Gallery in Holon, Israel, through November 8, 2009.

“Origami, el Arte de Papel Plegado”, runs at the Centro de Historia de Zaragoza, Spain, through 21 November, 2009.