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Henry Tanner Lets Jesus into PAFA

This is not the first time this has happened to me.

I went to PAFA’s show featuring Henry Tanner (which was much better than the Van Gogh show up the street). When we were finished, Gwen wanted to go to PAFA’s little store. They had a small display of souvenirs for the special exhibition of works by one of PAFA’s great alumni and one of Philadelphia’s most famous African American artists, also one of the great impressionist-era painters of religious themes.

In the store there was not one post card or poster of any of Tanner’s religious works! — at least none that we could find! There was not even one poster of the huge, famous  painting they were displaying of The Annunciation. So I am displaying a few of them on my blog today in Tanner’s honor and in protest!

The Annunication. Henry Ossawa Tanner, 1898

A print of The Annunciation already hangs in my house, so I did not need a poster. They should still supply one, I would think! The show had only been going for five days when we got there, so I doubt there was a run on the store by Christians. They apparently decided to de-emphasize his major attribute as an artist – he believes. Like I said, I have had this experience in museums before.

The name of the show is “Henry Ossawa Tanner: Modern Spirit,” so that might reveal their viewpoint. If you go to the website they made for the show, you can see that it is also carefully denuded of his major and most famous attribute on the face page. There are no religious themes allowed. They have apparently decided “modern spirit” means “no Holy Spirit.” But Tanner was definitely bringing his old, AME spirituality into the modern era with his art, which is one of the most interesting things about him, and which is what made him famous in his day.

In the painting Angels Appearing Before the Shepherds, which I was also thrilled to see was in the show, Tanner’s experimental techniques, the unusual perspective, his application of on-site knowledge of the Middle East, and the color choices are all very interesting and avant garde.

Angels Appearing before the Shepherds. Henry Ossawa Tanner, ca. 1910

But we should also talk about his unusual new visualization of an angel. There is a lot of theology and science mingling in the painting. There is apologetics in the painting, even evangelism. It is dishonest to deconstruct it and leave out the major parts because the curator is viewing it from an ascendant philosophical perspective that despises the former. To be fair, the cool new IPod commentary they supplied included commentary by Mother Bethel’s pastor, no less. But it still seemed a little like tokenism, to me.

And let’s not forget the women. The depiction of Salome in the collection is worth the trip. But I especially liked the painting of the women hurrying into that unearthly light on Easter morning.

The Three Marys. Henry Ossawa Tanner, 1910

The painting to which I most related, however, and had never seen, was of Jesus and friends on The Bethany Road in the moonlight.

The Bethany Road. Henry Ossawa Tanner, ca. 1905

It is a lonely scene. Maybe it is something like a dream I am remembering. I felt a little lonely, surrounded by the “modern spirits” of PAFA. I was glad to remember I was walking through the show with Jesus and finding Henry Tanner and his faith with which to resonate.

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The Art of Retreat

I’m energized by the Men’s Retreat. Just getting over 90 men in one place at one time, focused as best they can focus on the Lord — either it will wear you out or get you going! It got me going. I came away with many good memories and an encouragement from God : “Let’s go ahead and change, Rod.” There are changes to be made.

I think changing may be the art of retreat. We need to go, get out, and be away in order to stay, go forward, and be present. Making an intentional change of pace for a weekend often breeds unexpected development. I think I am having that experience right now.

Group art

A view of our forest-found-object art

Our small group, motley crew that it was, symbolized the art of retreat with some retreat art. Obviously, when you look at the picture, you have to think, “I guess you had to be there.” True.

Our master’s-piece mostly derived from the camp’s giant compost pile. Our initial idea was to raise up some fallen, decaying nature in praise to the Lord (or something like that). But men like to build things; so our art piece sort of took on a life of it’s own. It kept changing until it provided enough interior space for something that ended up looking like an altar in the heart of it.

Someone spontaneously dared us to circle that little altar under it’s roof of debris without destroying the structure — which we each accomplished as exactly who we are. It was trail of bowed-down men on a journey through the heart of fallen creation raised up in worship. I’m not kidding — at least that is what I was doing.

My symbolic journey has turned out to be a surprisingly abiding memory. (And I can’t forget Brian Dwyer lithely moving through it at comparatively breakneck speed, either). The memory is a good motivation for change. The whole weekend was a means to get moving.

  1. I had to get to the retreat place.
  2. I had to get into the smaller group.
  3. Then I had to fall down a couple of times extracting limbs.
  4. I had to negotiate the vision of our art with my brothers.
  5. I had to shamelessly move around the altar like Samuel raising his Ebenezer.


Today I am circling the altar in my heart and in my day. I have some more wilderness alive in me through which Jesus is travelling with me.