Monday, April 23, 2012

Eugen Von Bruenchenhein

Let me start this next post by saying, I am a very lucky person to have the life that I have and the people that I do; people who inspire me to be better every day, to live for my dreams, and remind me how capable I am to really reach them when I lose sight of it all. “Where Art Meets My Reality” began because of someone in my life telling me over and over again that my thoughts on art [past, present, and the future of it] were something to be shared. So here I am my fourth blog post in and I could not be more excited about it!
Not so recently on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, on an impromptu visit to UWM’s Inova Gallery was had and there I found him, there I found it, inspiration, beauty, and a sort of [art] awakening. The artist was Eugene Von Bruenchenhein. His show, well, it was amazing. It had been quite a long time since I've actually wanted to stare at art for more than one minute to look at every detail, every nuance, each and every stroke, and every possible color that the artist had used, EVB was my first in a long time. I was shocked that a random visit to a local gallery would hit me as hard as it did especially with all of the disappointment I had experienced from “new” art I had seen and this gallery specifically as well [see previous post My (now) Long Distance Relationship] before. I thought he would be the perfect start to my long journey back to art.

At first glance coming into Inova, you were hit with pops of color on the blank white gallery walls and as you walked towards them, if you let yourself, Eugene's works were able to take you to the future or a time long before ours. His paintings seemed to take place in a world of fantasy and mystery, with a hint of wonder and excitement. He brings you in and keeps you there as long as you'll let him with great details of his work and the lines that guide you every which way. The shapes and the movement that he created to stimulate our imaginations, it is a wonder where these worlds came from to make these paintings on cardboard.

When I arrived home from Inova I was excited. I wanted to know everything about this artist: where he was from, what his training was, what his art story was, I wanted to know it all. Here’s what I found out. Eugene Von Bruenchenhein was born July 31st, 1910 here in Wisconsin [Marinette, WI to be exact]. His mother, father, and two brothers moved to Green Bay but settled down in Milwaukee where his father was a sign painter then a manager at a local grocery store. His mother died in 1917 and his father remarried a woman who would inevitably become EVB’s mentor until her passing in 1938. Bruenchenhein was best known for his photography, but in this his paintings are what I was amazed by. He developed his own style of painting by a way in which we are all too familiar with, with our fingers. Here’s where he differed though, he would also use “tools” found around the house or in nature such as small sticks or homemade brushes made with his wife’s own hair. His paintings were made by “pushing” paint around on the surfaces that he used, creating movement and three-dimensionality. The paintings that were displayed at Inova seemed to paintings of world’s that resembled ours but with a very heavy science fiction undertone; places depicting worlds that you would see in TV shows like Doctor Who or a George Lucas type film. Even with the art he created Eugene, when asked he told people that he was a horticulturist [he was then working at a local florist shop and was a member of the Milwaukee Cactus Club]. Art was a hobby, a hobby that he was clearly good at, but a hobby nonetheless. At a time in the late 1930s art was no longer a way of life; it was no longer a responsible career one could have supporting a wife, but a hobby. Unfortunate, in the last years of Eugene’s life he and his wife were living entirely off of his monthly $220 checks from Social Security, never really knowing that his talent and his work were worth so much more. Eugene Von Bruenchenhein died on January 24th, 1983 at the age of 72 from congestive heart failure. But here’s the part of the story that is both so sad but so amazing to me. Years before EVB passed he had befriended a West Allis police man, Daniel Nycz, who contacted then chief curator at the Milwaukee Art Museum, in hope that some of his friend’s art work could be sold off in order to provide for Eugene’s wife. MAM’s curator, Russell Bowman in turn called Ruth Kohler, director of the John Michael Kohler Arts Center and officer of the Kohler Foundation which was known for preserving the work of outsider artists. In September 1983, all of Bruenchenhein's works contained within his home were transported to the John Michael Kohler Arts Center. Subsequently, an extensive effort to document, catalog and preserve Von Bruenchenhein's work was mounted under the direction of Joanne Cubbs. You can now see EVB’s works in museums in cities such as New York, [locally in] Sheboygan and at the Milwaukee Art Museum, Chicago, Philadelphia, and the Smithsonian American Art Museum in Washington, D.C. Like a lot of famous artists, Eugene Von Bruenchenhein was not acclaimed in his time but after. But how thankful I am and others no doubt for the work that he has done never knowing what true inspiration he would bring to others long after his time in this world.

His story like many other artists is amazing to read as an art historian and to know as a viewer. Researching and learning about these artist's humble beginnings to their unfortunate ends to their rebirth in a world that never necessarily welcomed them in or for some never thought they were to ever be a part of. Eugene defined himself not as an artist but as a horticulturist. He did not have the bravado of some artists but sheer enjoyment of doing art for himself. He must have known his reality and his circumstances so he remained at a steady paying job that would support the life that he and his wife had together, never knowing that one day he would live on in museums like the Smithsonian. A boy from Marinette, WI to the Smithsonian, who could know? But what a fantastic story.

[Pictures to follow this post of Eugene Von Bruenchenhein's show at the Inova Gallery]