Before settling in New Mexico in the mid-’60s, he worked in movies and Broadway productions with the likes of Ethel Merman and Richard Burton. He taught and performed ballet in India for six years with support from Indira Gandhi. That's also where he started showcasing his artwork, as well as where he met Jacqueline Kennedy, who fell in love with his paintings and became a collector.
"I make comments on politics and religion. I'm very much a secular humanist. I hate fanaticism, and I hate bigotry and narrow-mindedness. I love nature and animals. And I think love is what rules the world."
This is also clear at Maitland's Rio Rancho home, which feels more like an autobiographical museum of a life in art and showbiz. There doesn't seem to be a square foot of the place that isn't decorated by photos of old Broadway stars he collaborated with or works of art he created or collected throughout his busy, wanderlust career. He's a performer and storyteller of the highest degree, and it's an exercise in futility to draw a line between the man and his nostalgic surroundings; they define him, and he embodies them.
It's also hard to put a stylistic label on Maitland's work. A self-taught artist, his pieces run the gamut from surrealism to folk art, always inhabited by complex and personal narratives. He uses doll parts, bones, feathers, old photos of himself—just about anything he can get his hands on to convey his messages. His ideas are dark, grotesque, whimsical, beautiful and bittersweet. Along with a quality of vivacious celebration for a life fully lived, there is often an infinite sadness in his work.
He once knew a young Mormon man who committed suicide after his father found out he was homosexual. The red wagon was a gift given to the boy from his father. It's a bit like a more tragic iteration of Citizen Kane, marred by brutal intolerance. Maitland is incensed when he looks at the parental figures in the collage. "They are so mean looking—these strict, Victorian assholes."
That undercurrent of sociopolitical commentary persists in much of Maitland's work. In his hallway hangs a witch doll that he's outfitted with a Sarah Palin hairdo and glasses. "I make comments on politics and religion," says Maitland. "I'm very much a secular humanist. I hate fanaticism, and I hate bigotry and narrow-mindedness. I love nature and animals. And I think love is what rules the world."
It's not immediately evident that this is the intention behind "A Spot in Heaven," another work on display at Gallerie Imaginarium. Mixing oil and collage on canvas, the piece calls to mind a hallucinatory desert town, and its backdrop of a wide ocean—blocked from the land by doors of various, vivid hues—brings forth a multidimensional disconnect that grounds the piece in surrealism.
A large, pink mouse swims in the distant ocean. Proportion and scale are as unreal as in a dream. The boarded-up building in the courtyard looks like a ghost town saloon. In line with his humanist philosophy and twisted imagery, Maitland sees this assemblage of oddballs as what the hereafter should represent. "It's a spot in heaven that tolerates everything," he says.
Maitland doesn’t mince words when it comes to his own mortality. "We all die, which I think is dreadful, especially when you still think young." Regardless, he has a youthful exuberance and flair to his character that is irresistibly magnetic, transcendent of years.
Hearing Maitland speak only adds depth and color to his beautiful collection. That's why you should stop by his closing reception on Friday, Nov. 4. He'll be on hand. And I'm sure he'll be more than happy to share a memory or two.