Now Playing: The Other Elgin Marbles
Topic: Glorious Greece #6
I'm new at blogging, and I am just barely learning how to use this free Lycos blog site. For instance, I wanted things to be in chronological order, but it has all come out in reverse, and I don't think it can be switched around. Too bad, because IMHO the best blogs are the first ones, way at the end. Later, they degenerate into a catalog of what we saw day by day on The Tour, which is not so exciting unless you are really into Greek archaeology.
So with this blog I am breaking out of my trap to tell a story that is Greek and archeological, but only tangentially relevant to the tour. I told it to our lecturer, Professor Bob, and he seemed to get a kick out of it. So here it is.
I have a friend named X_ who was a conservator at the Detroit Institute of Arts. She did her training at the British Museum in the early 60's, and became involved with an event which has come to be called The Other Elgin Marbles. This story really really belongs to her, but I am stealing it and concealing her identity because she, as a professional, can never write it up. It casts too unflattering a light upon a certain historic personage; and besides, the art conservation literature is not supposed to be amusing.
The Elgin Marbles are excellently discussed at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elgin_Marbles, but here is a brutally brief condensation: Thomas Bruce, Lord Elgin, was Ambassador to Turkey around 1800. Turkey "owned" Greece at that time, but had only contempt for Greek history and culture. No doubt in response to a small cash gift, the Turkish Pasha in Athens gave Elgin permission to remove "some marble" from the Parthenon. So Elgin had both the East and West pediments hacked from the temple, cut in pieces, and shipped to England. But these priceless Greek treasures were not the only thing he shipped back. He also bought many ceramics and coins, and many statues of beautiful nude young men, which all went to England. After 1804, he returned to install his collection in his country estate. The house was like a museum, and the garden was particularly remarkable, decorated as it was with six of the most beautiful athlete portaits ever created.
However, he did this without taking his wife, Lady Elgin, into account. She was a proper English woman, and she didn't want to even mention it at first, but she really did not like a lot of Greek art. She thought it was indecent, and certainly it was not fit for the garden of her house. Elgin tried to explain to her about heroic nudity, and cultural relativism, and the natural beauty of the human body, and all that. But she was not buying any of it. All she knew was that the statues embarassed her, and they embarassed her friends. In fact, it was all so indecent that she could no longer invite her friends into the garden for tea. Elgin countered that the statues had been selected with great care and put up in the garden at great expense. It was not just himself who thought they were marvellous; all the most modern poets and artists approved and praised them, and they would just have to stay up. So it festered.
We will never know exactly what the trigger was, but apparently one evening Lady Elgin could not stand it any longer. She got a hammer and went out into the garden all alone; and one by one, she knocked the offending penises off all the statues. Some came off nicely, but others required more hammering to make them clean and smooth (like a man ought to be ?).
In the morning, Elgin was horrified. But what could he do? The deed was done, and could not be undone, obviously, without a divorce. So his man went all around the garden collecting everything. He wrapped each penis, plus all its chips, in cotton wool and saved them all carefully in a nice wooden box.
Well time went on, and Elgin died, and then Lady Elgin, and eventually the estate had to be broken up. The paintings, the books, the coins, the vases, and the statues were sold at auction, and dispersed across Europe. But nobody knew about, or thought about, that little box.
Many years later, about 1960, there was found, in the dustiest recesses of the British Museum, a small wooden box with "Elgin" written on it. Inside, there were six marble penises wapped in cotton. No one in the museum could explain it, so they became known as The Other Elgin Marbles. But searching the records of Elgin's acquisitions, someone finally put two and two together, and pieced together the story that I have just related. It was only an hypohesis, however, because nothing was labelled. They needed proof, and there was only one way to get it. Art historians were able to trace the Elgin statues through two World Wars to various collections in Britain and Europe. So the owners were contacted and informed that an emissary of the British Museum would arrive, possibly bearing a broken fragment from a statue in their collection.
That emissary turned out to be my friend X_. She said it was a great summer; the best job a museum intern ever had. She got to visit all the capitals of Europe at Museum expense, always carrying the precious box, and to see private art collections never normally open to the public. At each collection, her job was to find the statue, open up the box, and see if she could make a match. In the beginning, nothing was clear, and she had to visit the collections repeatedly, all summer long, until she began to find matches. So I asked her, How did you know for sure when you found a match?
Well, she said, two of them had fractures that fit perfectly, so there was no question. After that we could be sure the other four had to match somehow, even though the mating surface had been hammered smooth. In one case, we matched them up on stylistic grounds. But the other three were more questionable, and in the end, we just had to assign them on purely intuitive grounds. I suggested a neutron activation analysis on the trace elements in the marble, but she thought it was unnecessary now that the problem had already been solved by feminine intuition.
The way I happened to meet X_ is also a bit of a story. A few years ago the Detroit Institute of Arts had a real scientific collaboration going with our Chemistry department. In those days lasers were quite new, and I had the only really powerful one in town. A guy out in California had reported that high powered lasers could clean dark stains off of works of art, and the DIA physicist (yes, they used to have a physicist on the staff !) wanted to try it out. They had a fairly worthless Egyptian stone, hewn from a temple far up the Nile in 1904. It was a soft sandstone caked with Nile mud; so soft that if you rubbed it with a toothbrush, the inscription rubbed away before it was really clean. The DIA lab had given up on it, so it seemed reasonable to give it to me and let me zap it with my big laser. As it was, it was not worth any museum space, so there was nothing to lose.
To make a long story short, it worked billiantly. The Nile mud was dark and the stone was nearly white, so when the laser hit it, the mud absorbed all the energy and vaporized, making a literal zap sound, taking only a microscopic amount of stone with it. As the mud zapped away, the spot got lighter and lighter and the zap got fainter and fainter, until the clean stone was quietly reflecting every bit of the very intense laser light. As we cleaned it, a very nicely carved profile of a goddess emerged from the mud. This was really exciting. Now the curator wanted to display it, so it went to one of the DIA conservators for display preparation; namely, Conservator X_. She became a good friend as we worked together to make this stone into something worth displaying. It was indeed displayed for many years in the Egyptian collection, though it has now rotated into the basement.