You can take the girl out of Kutztown, but you can’t take Kutztown out of the girl.
Nor would I want to.
My daughter Marina has been exploring the world since her graduation from Kutztown Area High School in 2008. This past Christmas she came upon an idea to share a part of Kutztown with her Belgian family. She made arrangements to take them to the Keith Haring exhibit at the BOZAR/Centre for Fine Arts, Brussels.
Last weekend was Family Weekend so off they went. Marina and Koen, Koen’s twin Sven, his wife Fleur and their two daughters Milena and Filippa, Maria (Marina’s mother-in-law) and her partner Jos (who took the photo), Lais (Richard’s daughter) and her mother Sabine.
The adults knew of Keith Haring, his cartoon-like dancing figures, crawling babies and barking dogs. Haring created large murals in The Netherlands and Belgium, even painting his graphics on the cafeteria walls in Antwerp’s Museum of Contemporary Art. They knew he died too young, at age 31, of AIDS-related illness.
The exhibit was crowded, and Marina only saw one mention of Keith growing up in “conservative Kutztown.” She knew a lot about his artwork, that the New York City subway became his studio and urban buildings, giant canvases. But at the BOZAR she learned of his activism—protesting nuclear weapons, racism, drug abuse, and even painting a mural on the western side of the Berlin Wall, three years before it fell.
Activities during the Family Weekend included inventing art-inspired dances, creating characters, drawing on giant chalkboards and writing messages to the world, which enthralled “the girls,” Marina’s three nieces.
Marina’s Belgian family didn’t realize Keith died in 1990, the year Marina was born and seven years before we moved to Kutztown. But now they know that you couldn’t live in a close-knit community like Kutztown without “knowing” Keith Haring.
Keith’s parents, Al and Joan, live down the road from our old place at the intersection of Eagle Point and Hottenstein roads. Al drafted me to help with the vegetable and scarecrow contests at the Kutztown Fair. Keith’s uncle was Marina’s English teacher and Keith’s niece was Richard’s classmate.
There is a fire-engine red Keith Haring steel sculpture in Kutztown Park not far from the Little League field. In the Kutztown Middle School all-purpose room, a mural of red, blue and green figures romping across a bright yellow background, “In the spirit of Keith Haring.” When Richard went to Brazil as a Rotary Exchange student, Al gave him a bag of pin-back buttons printed with vivid barking dogs and dancing figures to share with his hosts, “In the spirit of Keith Haring”. Keith Haring’s legacy and the Haring family network is one of the joys of raising a family in Kutztown. Laurie Lynch
The Charm of Coincidence: Over the years I’ve emailed Al Haring photos of Keith’s images wherever I find them— Brussels, Venice, even a copycat in Ghent. And so, this week, I emailed the Belgian family photo.
Al opened my email while at the quarterly meeting of the Keith Haring Foundation in NYC. Needless to say, the timing was perfect, and the Brussels-Kutztown connection was passed around the boardroom table. The KH Foundation was established a year before Keith’s death to provide funding and imagery to AIDS organizations and children’s programs.
Going to Brussels? The Keith Haring exhibit at the BOZAR continues through April 19. The major retrospective was organized by Tate Liverpool in collaboration with BOZAR and Museum Folkwang, Essen, Germany.
Written on Slate: “Drawing is still basically the same as it has been since prehistoric times. It brings together man and the world. It lives through magic.” –Keith Haring