Friday, January 15, 2010

Hanging rugs on walls: a lesson through the ages

Hanging rugs on walls: a lesson through the ages
Bauhaus 1919-1933 | MOMA New York
Sam Moyer, Shape Shifters | Rachel Uffner Gallery














Two exhibitions currently on view in New York are making me want to consider redecorating the walls in my apartment; suddenly wall-hung rugs seem much more attractive than they had before. An extraordinary exhibition on view at the MOMA provides a comprehensive history of the Bauhaus school that could capture a viewer for an entire afternoon. Spanning from its foundation in 1919 until its forced closure by the Nazis in 1933, the highly informational exhibition showcases everything from student exercises to the work of the school’s masters, from textiles to architectural renderings to posters to home design, this exhibition could span (and should have) the entire top floor on the museum. Essentially, the Bauhaus school taught the philosophy that high quality design of everyday objects (such as furniture, appliances, interior architecture, and domestic decoration) could improve one’s life. Therefore, if one owned an aesthetically attractive lamp, chair, rug, or table, one could improve their personal worth. Some of the most intriguing objects in the exhibition are the decorative wall rugs, and I stress the word “decorative” here. These rugs were designed with intricate patterns and bold colors in mind; Bauhaus rugs are meant to be seen and appreciated for their artistic qualities, rather than their practical functions. The rugs on exhibition at MOMA are examples of creative exercises in pattern, texture, and material.

Downtown at the Rachel Uffer Gallery in the Lower East Side, Sam Moyer’s rugs of a different type boldly present themselves on the gallery’s white walls. After purchasing mass-produced IKEA rugs, Moyer has re-designed them by tearing their threads loose to the point of unravel and then smothering them in a thick, black encaustic. Aside from the rug parallel between these two shows, other personal, domestic objects are manipulated, or re-done, by the artist; objects that are decorated, but somehow do not become decorative (well, in the Bauhaus definition of this attribute). Small paperback books with titles like Structuralism, have been assembled together in juxtaposed compositions, painted over or scratched out over the original title or cover design, and finally placed in frames under glass. The unmistakable Bauhaus-style graphic design and typography techniques on these older books are obvious, and are still allowed to peek through.

The Bauhaus school of thought was simple enough so that it allowed mass production of objects with high quality, modern design. Sam Moyer’s concurrent exhibition is both ironic and sardonic. By placing the rugs and books (which have been worked upon by the artist’s hand) in a frame, she is emphasizing their role as decorative artworks. However, by using mass produced, common consumer goods, she is highlighting their role as utilitarian objects. Whether she is aware of it or not, Moyer’s work pays homage to Bauhaus; just as the Bauhaus philosophy was really all about trying to place art in life, Moyer’s work brings life 2010’s early cycle of New York exhibitions.


REPOST: After seeing a few more shows this week, I must bring attention to two other exhibitions currently on view in New York that feature, yep, you guessed it, more wall-hung textile works (I wouldn't necessarily say rugs). At James Cohen Gallery, thirteen artists, who do not work in this medium, have been commissioned to create hand-woven tapestries. When given this challenge to work outside of their normal practice and attempt a foreign technique, the result is an impressive exhibition.
Also of mention is Josh Fraught at Lisa Cooley, just down the street from Rachel Uffner. The haphazard show features loosely -- and some how richly -- crocheted textile pieces hanging on the walls and propped over other structures. These assemblages are heavy in color and texture, and hold a scattered collection of small knick knacks and street souvenirs. One piece alone is made of hemp, spray paint, political pins, laminated poster advertising house cleaning service, denim, sequins and garden trellis. Like the Bauhaus and Sam Moyer, "Demons, Yarns & Tales" at James Cohen and Josh Fraught at Lisa Cooley are incredibly comparable (and worth seeing).

Monday, January 11, 2010

Artist of the World, World of an Artist

Gabriel Orozco
Museum of Modern Art

By using cities all over the world equally, as places to find and collect both physical and intellectual material, Gabriel Orozco is an ideal example for a global artist. Orozco is continuously thinking about the next project or artistic endeavor, because for him, being an artist is not a career, but a way of living. He is constantly on the prowl for inspiration, which appears to come to him easily – he almost attracts it. I can imagine him walking around gutters all day looking and searching for anything that he can use. Since he is an artist who wants to make objects that are formally appealing, he must find objects, or material, that fit his taste; in a city like New York or Berlin, there is an extraordinary amount of sifting through to be done!

During this process, Orozco certainly uses, but doesn’t abuse, the city. Penske Work Project: Open Door (1998), illustrates how he will often find garbage or discarded materials on the street and then present it, in the same form that it is found, within a gallery space in order to highlight the existing formal qualities of the object. In Dial Tone (1992), he uses New York citizens’ phone numbers, as well as the free phone book, to create an enormous scroll presenting all of this information in his own interpretive form. Aside from the ability to find and use objects of the preferred size, texture, material, etc, he also has quite a photographer’s eye, as seen in various photographs of fleeting moments within a city, any city. Piles of debris stacked to resemble skyscrapers in the background, tracks of wet bicycle tires, warm breath leftover on a piano. In a way, I could compare him to a 21st century Henri Cartier-Bresson, always looking and waiting for the right moment.

Although I said earlier that Orozco is essentially a global artist, operating outside of any one place and in everyplace at the same time, there is something about his work that somehow feels Mexican. After all, isn’t it true that the further one gets from home, the closer they become to their roots? The collection of objects placed upon a large table in Working Tables 2000-2005, seems like historical or anthropological artifacts. This work, along with the photographs on exhibit, seems most appropriate, or effective, to the Orozco retrospective in highlighting the artist’s non-studio practice. Orozco picks things up on the street, or elsewhere, and bends them, cuts them, mixes them, flips them over, and contorts them into new objects that are, to his own taste, aesthetically satisfying. The Working Table holds experimental models for possible future projects. Among the collection of mostly clay creations, one can also find a pizza crust, a mini toy convertible, and many mutant-fabrications from undoubtedly non-clay materials like insulation foam and various plastics. Rather than an archeological dig in Mexico, the table illustrates what one would find if they dug through the artist’s lower Manhattan apartment. The fact that the artist does not maintain a studio practice is also evident in his various drawings on notebook paper, bank notes and bills, and newspaper clippings throughout the gallery.

These small drawings transition into an enormous collection of painting depicting repeated patterns of circles; a strict conceptual experimentation of variations in shapes, size, and color. Although the curator is clear to define Orozco as a sculptor, there are quite a few paintings in this mid-career retrospective. I can only imagine this endeavor to be a personal challenge that the artist felt he had to face. The two largest, Kytes Tree (2005) and Tuttifrutti (2008), somehow fit seamlessly into the rest of the artist’s body of work (by their conceptual qualities – certainly not by their formal or material qualities). There is something on the surface that appears as though Orozco was reluctant to make a painting, possibly even embarrassed, for it is obvious that Orozco is not a painter. Even these works seem conceptual and calculated, a three-dimensional idea forced onto a two-dimensional surface.

Nothing about his sculptures are beautiful in a classic sense, yet Orozco’s artistic practice is all about finding beauty, sometimes by haphazard chance, and sometimes by a conceptual calculation. Although I said earlier that he is interested in the formal qualities of an object, he is not concerned with their overall beauty (in the standard sense of the word), but rather in creating an aesthetically satisfying, intellectually stimulating object. In certain examples, the objects in his apartment are just as inspiring as anything he might find on the street, as is evident in the re-installation of Yogurt Caps. For some time, Orozco had a yogurt lid hanging on the wall in his apartment. He may have placed it there as an arbitrary thought, or perhaps he thought the lid was very beautiful to him at the moment. Whatever the reason for hanging the cap, Orozco eventually fell fond of it, and it eventually became a distinctive wall hanging to him. When deciding to make it part of his first solo exhibition at Marian Goodman, his thought process was simple: if the yogurt lid was interesting to him, perhaps it might be interesting to others. This is a very intriguing approach to making art, and to having control over a gallery space. In a way, there are two groups of artists: those who create art for others’ enjoyment, and those who create art for themselves. Orozco is surely a leading figure for the latter. The reason Orozco is viewed as more of the most important contemporary artists is that he appears to creating art that satisfies the masses as well.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

A simple exercise at Gallery-C

I’m pining for some academic activity...... In college I had a professor that would simple describe works of art that they were looking at: they would break everything down into simple — and often symbolic ¬— terms, and all of a sudden everything was explained and I could easily understood the piece. Let’s try an exercise:

Gallery C
Dan Shaw-Town: Drawings


What am I looking at?

There are two support structures, harnessed by the strength of the wall, holding a piece of single-ply cardboard across the space between them. One support structure is thin, vertical, and holds the cardboard at its bottom. The second structure is tapered, at its thickest in the middle, where it attaches to the wall. It folds over at the halfway point, creating a perpendicular angle to the wall. It is painted in misty blue and pink. The cardboard holds a weathered, semi-glossy sheet of fabric, folded upon itself multiple times. The seductive surface quality of the materials invites touch. The dark, fabric-like material appears to hold a significant weight, as it softly bends the cardboard that is holding it up, on display, in a space between two support structures.

On a neighboring wall, there is yet another assemblage in which two hanging structures support a draped piece of fabric (although this is an exercise in description, I must not falsely advertise the word “fabric,” as this material is an actuality paper that has been heavily drawn-upon with graphite and charcoal). A pair of baby-pink hangers, which are typically used to properly store clothing, rest side-by-side and share in the task of supporting two separate sheets of this mystery fabric. One carries a silver-black sheet of this mystery fabric, and the other carries a diagonally striped — in alternating light and dark tones — piece, same appeared size, weight, and material.

Let’s simplify it a little more.

A pair metal, opposing vertical structures support a vertical sheet of basic packing material. Upon this a folded sheet of a dark, shiny fabric — heavier than it’s support system itself — is modestly on display.

Two identical plastic, cheap household items hang on the wall next to each other, holding two differently patterned tattered fabric-like materials.

Keep going...

One dark, heavy component being held up by a basic, weak component, which is held up by two thin (though not weak) components, all being held up by the gallery wall for the ultimate display of this first component.

This piece is about: Family
Or, Capitalism
?

A twin pair of bright domestic items holding dark, flimsy materials.

This piece is about: Inner Beauty
Or, Consumerism
?


Okay, I give up.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Summer Screenings at CANADA


The gatherings that took place in a darkened gallery over the last four nights at 55 Chrystie Street were a rare opportunity to devote one’s time to the celebration of video and film art. Summer Screenings at CANADA offered a chance for multiple curators and artists to showcase an extensive sampling of artists working in video and film, a medium that often fights for attention when placed as part of a typical group show. By presenting the works in a theatrical setting, the crowd is able to appreciate each piece in its full length. Some of the programs were classic video screenings, like EE Miller’s TITS and Allen Cordell’s Pulsating Sunglasses, screening videos one right after another with little introduction. Other programs provided a creative twist of fun, like Frankie Martin and Leidy Churchman’s Music Video Awards 2009, complete with prize-winning categories such as “Scariest” and “Sparkliest,” a surrogate Vana White, and homemade trophies.


Certain videos stood out individually, which was not an easy feat after the four full evenings of screenings. Jacob Ciocci and Shana Moulton’s collaborative super-8s on view were distinctively Moulton-style, featuring paintings that one would fine at your aunt’s garage sale and a softly rendered graphite drawing of a cat in a matching neck brace. However, when filmed in super-8, and the Magic Eye patterns and Pure Moods soundtrack are subtracted, Moulton’s perma-lonely character seems somehow more depressed and pathetic; the film takes on a poetic, introspective quality. In [B]LACK, we watch in reverse as the artist, Kenyatta Forbes, applies white face paint and regurgitates (literally, from her mouth) heavily socio-political and/or personal written statements about the being Black. Eric Wareheim’s video for MGMT’s “The Youth,” is one of the most mind-boggling, unbelievable music videos I’ve ever seen. Despite from the video’s advantage of a high-quality production value (thanks to Wareheim’s studio availability from the widely popular Tim & Eric Show), the ridiculous choreography, elaborate costumes, and creepily adult-like child lip-synching to the music put the cherry on top. All I have to say is, “just YouTube it.”


One of the most beautiful (as opposed to in-your-face, extreme, political, comical or revealing – like many of the videos in the programs) works presented was Naomi Uman’s Kalendar. It was one of the longer videos screened during the programs, which was appropriate since the artist manages to brings the audience through 12 months of daily life in Ukraine (and manages to capture the essence of each one). In the Ukraine language, each month has a literal translation: February translates to “fierce,” May is the “greening of grass, October is “the yellowing of trees,” and so on. Uman’s portrayal of each month is under-stated and meditative, yet provides a respite from other, more intense videos from the Summer Screenings, like Torsten Zenas Burns’ Selected Afterlife Characters or any of the selected works by Jimmy Joe Roche.




*I will be curating a video series of my own to be screened this September. Keep it in mind!

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Ronnie Bass, 2012
on view at White Noise, James Cohan Gallery



Although I was feeling no particular stress, after watching Ronnie Bass’s 4-minute video, 2012, I left the gallery feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Perhaps this is because my worries involve everyday troubles like paying rent and putting food on the table, rather than the protagonist’s worries of the impending collision of intergalactic systems or the certainty of whether or not the sun is going to rise tomorrow. Perhaps I should not have felt so comforted by this video, since 2012 is the year that — apparently— the world is going to end (sorry to break the news).

An unseen father reassures his son’s paranoid questions that he calls out into the dark with comforting responses: “Are the systems colliding? Very hard, son / And the fire is rising? Very bright, son / But tell me about the morning? In time, son / Please tell me about the morning! / It’s here, son.” The viewer becomes witness to a tender paternal relationship as the father tries his best to console his son’s insecurities about himself, the world, and the future. The fact that the son in this situation is a full-grown adult (“I’m almost 35 now. It’s not too late, son.”) creates an intense level of poignancy and humility. The majority of the video focuses on the protagonist (the son) while he floats through what appears to be a distant galaxy; in profile, with his gaze lowered, he contemplates what the answers to these questions mean. In another scene, a young man guides another in a seemingly simple task of shaping a pile of soil and eventually setting it on fire. In the end, the son character joins the other two young men as they watch the pile of dirt rise in flames.

Despite the prophecy of the 2012 Doomsday, a hopeful melody, paired with a soft, synth beat, slowly builds up throughout the video, although it never rises to a crescendo. Instead of the world ending, or a new day beginning, the video loops again and the song starts over. Rather than feeling sad for this character as he realizes that the world is going to crash down any minute, one feels as though he might make it through to the next morning only to find that these apocalyptic predictions were false. Between the Bass’s captivating melody, powerful lyrics, and peculiar characters combine to create a haunting video experience.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

TRANCE, CHANCE, DREAMS & THE UNCONSCIOUS

South First

A visit to TRANCE, CHANCE, DREAMS & THE UNCONSCIOUS at South First provides a stimulating sensory experience a world apart from the one provided by Williamsburg on a summer Sunday afternoon. Just a quick escape from the blazing sunshine, pushy flea markets, and post-brunch kids on their way to the Jelly Pool Party, exists a cool and calm recluse in the South First Gallery. Although, calm might not be the right word as this exhibition is quite disorienting.

Jacob Dyrenforth’s embroideries immediately pull the viewer in, tempting them to run their fingers along the rich patterns of colorful threads tautly stitched throughout the canvas. In Brother Cedric, the artist renders a portrait of an unidentified bearded man in the style reminiscent of a Chuck Close spit bite aquatint, although the fluorescent pink and orange in the background distracts from –but does not hinder the effect of– the subtle shifts in tonality of the graphite. The thick cords of thread create simple geometric shapes like circles and triangles, and intersect in such a way that they appear to create a pentagram. However, it is simply a organizational habit of the brain to create sense out of intersecting shapes, and upon second glance, one realizes that there are no obtrusive religious or mythical undertones.

Leslie Thornton’s video, Bob Bob, is hypnotizing, and if you’re not careful, you might find yourself watching it for multiple loops. A hazy globe softly bounces in the midst of a kaleidoscopic, ever-shifting foreground. After only a few moments of watching it and then turning away, it may cause a phantom sensation that the viewer is now bouncing rather than the globe on the screen. Jack Early provides a Walkman (I almost forgot how to use one of these!) to listen to CDs of songs and stories that he has recorded for some auditory stimulation. Rather than just hearing a pleasant song or eloquent narrative, the artist tickles the visitor's funny bone in some of his more humorous accounts of past personal situations and events. By recording these snippets and constricting the accessibility of the stories to one person at a time, Early separates himself from what could pass as stand-up comedy. The experience is almost like sharing an intimate coffee with the artist rather than sitting in the crowd at a nightclub.

Fabienne Lasserre’s wall sculpture brings to mind figures in art history (tactilely and visually it reminds me of a hybrid between Lee Bontecou and Franz West), and also brings to mind multitudes of unpleasant sensory suggestions (it sure does not bring to mind anything that one would want to smell or taste if they could). The object protruding from the wall looks like the underside of a bear’s belly, or like gooey, melty, cotton candy, or kind of like a burnt scalp oozing with pus. If that is too much for you to handle, Ariel Dill’s paintings provide a few refreshingly simple exercise in color to top the exhibition off with a sweet note.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

What does this ink remind you of (not a Rorschach test)

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Fights and Fireworks

Cyprien Gaillard, Desniansky Raion
The Generational at New Museum


It’s not often that I like a work of art before I see it, and this seems like it would be much less common with a video. Even more uncommon was the fact that I had never seen anything by this artist before. Perhaps I had high expectations, or perhaps I just read a lot of convincing reviews by some talented writers, but I knew I was going to love anything by French artist, Cyprien Gaillard as soon as I saw it.

The video currently on view at the New Museum, Desniansky Raion, is absolutely hypnotizing. This is perhaps because everybody loves seeing a fight and for some reason, we can’t tear our eyes away from watching the imminent destruction of another’s face, because psychedelic light shows are designed to stimulate our brains, or perhaps because the feeling of floating over a city leaves us with a dream-like sensation. Gaillard carries the viewer through these situations in a segmented video work that seems to run backward from what one would usually expect; rather than picking up pace or plot, the video seems to calm down, almost decrescendo.

The first of three stages of the video begins with the eruption of a violent street fight between two semi-organized street gangs outside of a suburban housing project. The anticipation of a fight is palpable as the two groups rally together. As if a fuse explodes, the two proletarian armies charge at each other and the exchange of blows to the head and the lashing of steel-toe boots begins-- and continues at an exhausting pace. The battle between the two gangs is entropic: the actual physical fight between the groups, although organized through their preparatory ‘warrior’ march and corresponding colors (red and blue), is muddled and amateur, and almost seems recreational (a good number of each gang are simply watching or cheering their fellow members on). Suddenly, the brawl disbands as quickly as it escalated. As soon as the defeated troupe flees the triumphant, the scene abruptly cuts to the static view of a desolate high-rise housing complex at night.

The building is in Meaux, France, but it could easily be in Eastern Europe or Russia, where the video began (St.Petersburg) and eventually comes to an end (Desniansky Raion, outside of Kiev). In sync with a hypnotizing musical soundtrack, the viewer watches a bonafide twentieth century lightshow on the side of the building, slightly reminiscent of the laser show that was presented in my junior high’s gymnasium. During the light show, the viewer can see the silhouette of a soccer field lit up below. This alludes to the youth--and often male-- violence that erupts between fans at football matches. Although the viewer is watching something completely different from the opening stage of the video, they are kept with this subtle reminder. After ten or fifteen minutes or so of watching the hypnotizing light show on the side of this immense apartment complex, my jaw literally dropped when the building, much to my surprise, imploded. Unlike the first scene – where the impending fight is inevitable—there are no clues that would cause the viewer to anticipate the sudden collapse of the building. Although the fight during the first stage is a chaotic mess, during the second stage of the video, the implosion of the housing complex is much more organized, down to every last detail. I’m sure there were city permits achieved, marketing campaigns, an excited crowd watching on picnic blankets, firefighters on sight, etc. The concrete structure seemed to resist, and fall to the ground much more slowly than one would expect gravity to allow. Although the light show seems as if it is building up to something, the implosion does not exactly carry the effect of a finale. This further adds to the impression that the direction of the video -- although becoming more grandiose in destruction – is somehow slowing down.

The final chapter brings the viewer high above the housing district of Desniansky Raion, after which the video composition is named. Filmed from a helicopter, the city below looks cold and gray, which almost always symbolizes despair and desolation. The camera work is lazy, and leaves the viewer with a sleepy, dazed impression towards the images before them. All of the shots in this video are taken from a safe distance. The person filming need not worry of receiving a blow to the head during the street brawl, inhaling harmful smog or being buried in rubble during the high-rise’s demolition, and need not worry about finding themselves in a decayed and desolated urban district such as the projects of Kiev. In fact, throughout the three stages of the video, the viewer is withdrawn further and further away from the going-ons of these failed urban projects. As witnesses (thank god we aren’t participants) we feel secure watching the young men beat each other to a pulp, staring at an entire complex of what were once families’ homes fall to the ground, and gazing upon the structure dystopian municipal system. Gaillard’s work here is mesmerizing – both the fireworks and the fight scenes. This is perhaps because the viewer has no need to flinch or flee, but rather become lost in a series of unlikely beautiful sceneries and situation.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Strawberry-Bananart Smoothie

Hernan Bas at Lehmann Maupin
The Dance of the Machine Gun & other forms of unpopular expression

I suspect it’s a condition of being a part of the Millennial Generation, but I am more excited about exhibitions relating to new media rather than an exhibition of paintings. With that said, you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that I didn’t quite enjoy a exhibition of paintings that can only be described as a 21st century combination of 19th century illustrative narratives, Expressionism, and Romanticism, and 19th century illustrative narratives.

On the contrary, although Hernan Bas’ series of paintings carry hints of the previously mentioned styles, his work carries a distinct contemporary flavor, as if there is no doubt that they were made in this decade. In fact, they are suspiciously comparable to the recent paintings of another successful contemporary artist, German painter Neo Rauch. Rauch --while working with fantastical imagery and impossibly juxtaposed scenery-- manages to harmonize painterly graphics with incomprehensible narratives into a coherent image. However Bas, while seemingly working on a similar track, manages to spin together a sloppy mix of Rauch with Monet, concocting a blend of what might resemble a strawberry-banana smoothie thrown at the canvas. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh, but Bas does get a little Impressionism-happy on certain areas of the canvas. The choice of colors becomes too haphazard and the directionless brushstrokes and painterly marks become forced. These areas, particularly on The bagpiper in exile (or, the sad wind) remind me of a painting that I did during my last year of college after watching “My Kid Could Paint That.” A friend and I set to work; first on half a bottle of gin and second on a giant canvas that we laid across my living room floor. We were hoping the liquor would force our natural artistic instincts to revert back to 4-year-old cognizance, and hopefully we too would produce a masterpiece. It looked great at the end of the night, but we sobered up the next day and saw a mess of paint on the canvas (and the floor), and we realized that even we couldn’t do as well as that talented Marla. What I learned was that inhibition with the paintbrush (or fingers) does not always create a masterpiece. Painters must (but not always!) place colors with intent, especially if it’s going to throw off the rest of the painting.

Aside from the overall comparable quality to Neo Rauch, I have to mention the uncanny resemblance of the men illustrated in Bas’ paintings compared to Elizabeth Peyton’s renditions of Liam! I don’t feel as if I’m looking at original work, but rather a combination of other artists’ styles and signatures. Bas’ paintings just aren’t ‘doing it’ for me (pardon the colloquial text, but it just fits right). The majority of works in this show seem like mistakes that the artist attempted to fix, but just hasn’t found the right solution yet.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Looks like that Ernie Warhol again

(I stumbled across this, which I wrote a few months ago while working my previous job as a gallery attendant....I find it extra humorous now that I don't work there anymore)


I think I've been working at a public art museum for entirely too long now.

It's been almost 3 years of sitting in overly air-conditioned galleries for 7 hours a day, doing nothing but reading until my neck cramps up, obsessively finding and rubbing off scuff marks on the floor while bored, or staring out the window and watching all of the happy, free people walk around on State Street. Thank God I recently brought the Games page from the State Journal into play; lately, I've been able to pass the first two hours of my shift relatively quickly by starting with the Daily Crossword (which I rarely finish), moving onto the Jumble, then solving the mystery that is Cryptoquote (which may I add, I have not failed at in the last month or so), and finally saving Sodoku for last (though I have usually lost my zeal for any more newspaper games at that point).

I recently realized that my time here is ripe and ready to leave after training several new, fresh, eager faces to the facility. They ask me what they need to know to work here and I end up giving them all the best advice on how to pass the time in a gallery, a far from sensory experience. I have all the tips in the book, the best ones coming from the first few months that I worked here: I was not informed that we were in fact allowed to have reading materials in the gallery with us (what a fool!). I learned to pass the time by seeing exactly how many paces complete one loop of the smallest gallery, and its percentage compared to the largest gallery. Another entertaining on-your-feet activity was to slowly grapevine step across the gallery, while keeping your feet as parallel as possible. Or perhaps scripting "Henry Street Gallery" on the attendance pad in the most intricate font (this was sure to eat up at least 25 minutes). I knew the exact order of the paintings in the gallery, and could recite it with my eyes closed. I knew every label of every work of art, right down to its collection catalog call number. It got to the point where I could exactly pinpoint when 10 or 20 minutes had passed. Chapstick would be applied at exact intervals, so that I could reward my dry lips with moisture each time a half an hour had passed. These were the glory days. The days of innocence from wordsearch puzzles and art history notes. I'm surprised I haven't started buffing my nails or taking my afternoon tea right in the middle of the gallery.

I used to be so eager for every question from a visitor, whether it be "What is your opinion on new media in contemporary art as opposed to traditional methods" or "where is the nearest bathroom?" Now, if a visitor even walks over to my lowly post in the corner of the gallery (and also the furthest from any air duct, in order to conserve body heat), I will expell a heavy sigh, slowly fold my New York Times back to the cover, and slowly raise my eyes to say "What could you possibly be interupting my comatose news state in order to ask me a pointless question?" What has happened to me? Has literature ruined my excitement for this job? Should I go clean again and return to passing the hours by counting how many people grab the handle but then change their minds and never open the door to enter the gallery per hour?

I haven't gone completley numb, because I still catch the ridiculous quotes that I hear throughout the day here. Things like, "Young lady, are you the artist?" (anytime we have an exhibition by a woman artist). "Yes, I have nothing better to do than to sit and monitor my artwork in this museum halfway across the country from where my studio is for the next few months." Or "Miss, can you point me to the Meat & Munster exhibit?" (a German man who just didn't even attempt to say "Myths & Monsters," but rather was just hungry). Or the man who really enjoyed the Ernie Warhol exhibition.

I know what my breaking point will be. The next time I hear "I don't understand it," or "I could do that," I'm just going to break. Sure, you could have drawn those squares, but you didn't do it, did you? No, Sol LeWitt probably did.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Action, Reaction, Interaction, Satisfaction

Act/React
Milwaukee Museum of Art

Founded on our inherent narcissistic nature, people love to see themselves, whether through a mirror, a photograph, or in this special case, through an extraordinary exhibition at the Milwaukee Museum of Art. Every kid learns to love museums through interactive science and discovery exhibits at non-art museums, and in turn, develops a negative connotation to art museums as places where you can’t touch, speak, or move anything, and therefore, not have any fun. Going to an art museum where you had to keep your hands behind your back and use an indoor voice was a drag! But oh, the science museum, the fantastic place where you could jump on, climb through, pick up, dig under, feel inside, and more. As we grow older, art museums became fantastic places where many discoveries could be made as well, but this taste developed later on, and even still, it did not happen for everyone. The Milwaukee Art Museum and curator George Fifield succeeded in combining these two institutions into an explosive exhibition, Act/React: Interactive Art. The artists represented in this show present the best kind of art for a museum: art that actually needs, and encourages, the viewers in order to be activated and to serve its function.
The exhibition opened with what turned out to be my favorite works. Scott Snibbe uses infrared and motion detection technology to track the movements of viewers, or should I say, actors. A great deal of silliness surrounded Snibbe’s Deep Walls, a wall projection that casts the shadows of visitors’ movement onto the wall in a grid pattern. Each person’s movement in front of the sensory camera is recorded and then repeated in a loop within one square of a grid. The projection continuously shows the last sixteen people to walk in front of it, or dance, or jump. I reacted to this piece the same way that everyone else did: I saw the projection and first tried to decipher what I was looking at. I soon figured out that I could be part of the projection too! I hesitantly walked in front of the light, creating a shadow, feebly waved my arm, and then stepped back. Shortly after, I found my shadow being re-played in a little square on the wall. How satisfying! There I was, up on the big screen for everyone to see! My own shadow was on exhibit in an art museum! We, the visitors, like this idea. The best part about another one of Snibbe’s works, Boundary Functions, is the fact that more than one person is needed to walk on the platform for it to even start to track their movement by creating boundary lines between the bodies. The exhibition was off to a great start. No need to press a button or click a mouse, all I had to do was move through the exhibition space and things around me began to change.

Daniel Rozin managed to create both one of the most fascinating works of the exhibition, and one of the most beautiful. Peg Mirror is made up of six hundred and fifty wooden pegs cut at an angle and mounted on the wall in a circular form. The angles on the ends of the pegs create shadows whose gradient values become darker or lighter when the pegs turn. In the middle of the circle is a tiny motion sensor that instructs the pegs to turn when something walks in front of it. There, the pegs become a sort of living mirror, reacting to anything that stands in front of it. Most impressive is that fact that these pegs don’t just recreate the outline of what is in front of the sensor, but they turn at just the right angle so that small changes of the shadows on one’s face are recreated. The pegs act quickly and in unison, giving the so-called mirror a life of its own.
Upon entering a darkened room, one can find discover the beauty of Rozin's Snow Mirror, but only if everyone in the room cooperates. During my first few attempts, other visitors were moving around too much, confused by the darkness, couldn’t activate the sensor correctly, or too impatient to see what was going to happen if they would just stay still. After a few attempts, I was able to join several other like-minded museumgoers standing still in the room, staring at the silk curtain onto which their eerie images were projected. A storm of snow-like pixels falls through space, and slowly accumulates on the viewer’s virtual image on the screen, filling their body up into a solid, but still abstract, form. Standing there with two others, we looked sad, desperate, and cold on the projection. The image resting upon the silk curtain looked almost like a Käthe Kollwitz woodcut, with us as shrouded pheasants waiting in a storm. When the person to my left decided to turn around and leave, the pixels that had been holding her shape fluttered up into the virtual space, and the ghostly image of her walking into the distance left a stirring impression.


The exhibition ended with one of the most interactive pieces, one that was able to accommodate and react to dozens of visitors at once. Camille Utterback created what looked like giant, moving digital paintings projected onto the gallery walls. With a futuristic twist, it is not Utterback’s movements that create the painting, but rather the viewer’s physical movement that change the virtual canvas, simply by walking across the motion-sensor light box shining on the floor. Each one of her three pieces react differently to the movements around it, creating unique painterly motifs. The earliest version, External Measures, looks like ever-changing graffiti. The bright colors contrast against the dark background, and each movement sends sparks of color all over the virtual canvas. Untitled 5 is more somber, and seems to resemble a Cy Twombly painting with its scribbled lines and subtle marks that respond to each body that crosses its path. Untitled 6 is the most dramatic piece, and also provides the most satisfying interaction. The viewer sees the mark that represents their body on the screen morph in constant bloom. A small shift in weight, nod of the head, or heavy breath can cause rich, flower-like forms to explode in bold colors. There was hardly any need to move within Untitled 6, as it seemed to detect the viewer’s weight as they stood there patiently, happily watching their virtual self grow into full bloom. I observed as visitors stayed on this platform for long periods of time, mesmerized at the view. In fact, one woman had to drag her child across the floor to get him to leave. This motion made a stunning, fluttering pattern across the screen.
Within this exhibition space, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the numerous adults who looked absolutely ridiculous running around, clapping, jumping, snapping, and hooting at each installation trying to activate it or figure out what it does. Although I have to admit, I was felt like a little kid again, and was doing the same things. Initially, I felt embarrassed jumping around and waving my arms without a companion to experience the exhibition with, but I was comforted by the other solo exhibition-goers around me looking just as ridiculous. Every single part of Act/React was as interactive as it could be, even down to the exhibition brochures that you had to search for and collect throughout the space to complete the information, like a scavenger hunt.

Complementing this feature exhibition (and continuing in its legacy now that the show has closed) is Sensory Overload, showing in the museum’s contemporary galleries, thankfully through next September. This exhibition, like Act/React appeals to all audiences, however I can only guess at its great popularity with college-aged kids who are looking for some extra stimulation. Erwin Redl’s Matrix XV is a LED installation with blue fiber optic lights that hang from thin strands throughout a dark room in a grid pattern. The installation in simple, but the experience is overwhelming, even disorienting. Josiah McElheny’s Mirrored and Reflected Infinity is another one of his infinite reflection mirrored works that do not cease to blow my mind. Another work that requires physical movement by the viewer is Howard Jones’ Sonic II, an unanticipated instrument that produces high and low-toned thuds as one’s shadows cross the sensors. In the ultimate compilation of the interactive and the disorienting is Stanley Landsman’s Walk-In Infinity Chamber. This infinity chamber, once very popular in the ‘60s, is quite the experience; you need to wait in line, take off your shoes and wear disposable socks, and check your bags in order to enter. After all of this build-up, one enters the chamber and all of a sudden the ground drops away from them and they are floating in outer space. After viewing these exhibitions, it was hard to discern whether I was an art museum, and science discovery zone, or in another dimension.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Artist Intervention Within the Institution

This is not a review of an exhibition, but rather an essay on, well, the title should explain that:

A brief review of art history will demonstrate that when patrons have commissioned works of art, the artist has —for the most part— provided what is asked of them. Until the 17th \ century, the patron, such as a religious group or a wealthy noble, had a large role in commissioning works of art. A service contract would be devised with the patron’s wishes in mind, and the artist would have been expected to strictly adhere to this approved agreement. The art was a product of the contract (Kleiner & Mamiya, 2006). A traditional example of this process would be a church’s hire of an artist to paint a biblical narrative scene, or to cast a bronze statue of a royal figure during the Middle Ages or the Renaissance. A more modern example of this concept would be a museum’s invitation of an abstract-expressionist painter for an exhibition. The artist would have been expected to create a collection of paintings, and they would be hung on the wall in a logical manner, orchestrated by a curator or the gallery administration. Today, an institution hiring an artist for an exhibition can be a game of Russian roulette – they can’t be completely sure what they’re going to get and will often be forced to concede to the artist’s creative or social expression.
It is a postmodern trend for artists to radically intervene with, or manipulate, the gallery space . In taking control of the regular functions, operations, attributes, and/or physical appearance of the gallery, the artist is taking a role of superiority above the gallery/museum’s management. In exercising their authority—or rather, artistic freedom— the artist becomes more prominent than the patron, or the institution. This intervention is an example of a modernist shift in patronage towards the artist’s influence. The patron no longer has as large of a role in the decision-making process or development the ideas for a feature exhibition. This transition began at the end of the 19th century when groups of artists like the Impressionists resisted salon-style exhibitions that had been controlled by state-run Academies. Artists began to reject the stringent nature of juried salon shows, and began to show their work in alternative platforms. They rejected the Academy and the rules. They wrote manifestos, explored new ideas, and even rejected the notion that art had to be made by the artist, had to be on a canvas, or had to be representative of something tangible. Later in the 20th century, museums and galleries on the large scale caught up again with the artists and began to accommodate and support their formerly alternative artistic endeavors.
As Andy Warhol once remarked, art is anything the artist can get away with, and in the past few decades, artists seem to be getting away with a lot in contemporary galleries and museums. Recent examples of artists’ interventions within these spaces include physical alterations of the site, mediation of the institution’s mechanical and administrative operations, and dramatic distortion of the viewer’s perception. We will first look at instances in which the artist substantially alters the physical space of the gallery, including works by Michael Asher, Doris Salcedo, and Olafur Eliasson. Secondly, we will look at works by artists who manipulate the administration responsible for an exhibition or the curator, such as Cai Guo-Qiang, Michael Asher, and Tino Sehgal. Lastly, we will examine instances in which the artist physically changes no part of the gallery, but distorts the viewer’s perception, which will include works by Tino Sehgal and Chris Burden. Throughout the examination of these works, it is important to keep in mind questions pertaining to the exhibition space, to the role of the artist within that space, and the major shifts between pre and post-1960s artistic and institutional practices within the exhibition space. Although many of the following artists’ works deal with institutional critique, I would like to focus on the actual change that takes place within the social, cultural, and educational space of an arts institution. I do not want to focus on the fact that some of theses artists take control over the normal the behaviors of the viewer, administration or building, but rather the fact that these subjects allow these artistic actions to take place, modifying the institution, physical space, or visual/mental perception in some form.
Conceptual artist Michael Asher’s work is exemplary of an artist’s intervention within the gallery space. For the past four decades he has been modifying the gallery by either adding or eliminating architectural elements, changing the way a viewer perceives the gallery itself, and even changing the way the administration sees their own workspace. In 1973, Asher sandblasted the walls and ceiling of Galleria Toselli in Milan until every trace of white paint had been washed off the pristine, white-cube gallery walls, leaving nothing but a brown plaster surface (Asher & Buchloh, 1983). By doing this, Asher was able to change the way Galleria Toselli normally exhibits artwork. By making the removal of paint the exhibition itself, Asher limits the gallery’s ability to display and/or sell any pieces. In this exhibition, Asher questions the role that white walls play within a gallery, and investigates how they affect or influence the perception of the artwork placed on them. By subtracting the white surface of the walls, Asher was able to heighten one’s awareness of the surface’s usual pristine quality and its integral part in the gallery. On the other hand, he was also able to highlight the awareness of the walls themselves: making the conduit of display, the actual structural support, into the artwork itself.
It must be noted that by working entirely with architectural and conceptual elements, Asher’s work cannot be bought and sold – it is separate from the art market. Any time that an artist makes their work inaccessible to market, they are inherently making a statement against it, criticizing its very foundation. In one monumental instance, Doris Salcedo went as far as to fracture the physical foundation of the museum, at the Tate Modern in London. Shibboleth, sponsored by the groundbreaking (literally) Unilever series in 2007, is an enormous crack stretching across the floor of the museum’s Turbine Hall. Some consider this work to be about racism or colonialism, but Shibboleth could act as a commentary on the shaky foundations of modern art museums, a rift between the public and private sectors of arts commission, or the uncertain distinction between modernist and post-modernist practices. Shibboleth also acts to heighten the viewer’s awareness of the space within a museum, proving that one cannot always rely on a pristine, solid, white cube. The installation gained infamous attention as viewers continued to fall into the crack throughout the exhibition (“More visitors hurt,” 2007). The Tate Modern risked their reputation in accepting this project by Salcedo (they were criticized for their feeble safety measures), but ultimately gained a lot of attention and press for it (and all press is good press). Salcedo’s installation is a perfect example of a modern museum’s assistance in the realization an artist’s idea. The Tate invested their money, time, personnel, and reputation to help fulfill Salcedo’s vision. Like most exhibitions, it was on display for an established amount of time, and then the crack was filled up again. However, the concrete floor of Turbine hall still bears a mark, a scar, of where the deep fissure used to be. Although other artists continue to exhibit their projects for the Unilever series, Salcedo made a lasting mark on the museum, which will not be soon forgotten.
The Tate is certainly accommodating to its chosen artists, as is demonstrated in Olafur Eliasson’s The Weather Project, another work from the Unilever series. Four years earlier than the monumental crevice in the floor, Turbine hall was transformed into a tropic environment with a gigantic simulated sun at one end of the hall (May, 2003). This was no ordinary gallery experience; instead it was practically like a day at the beach. Hundreds of lamps were installed to create the sun, while a humid mist permeated throughout the entire space, creating cloudlike formations and obstructing the view of the hall’s ceiling. Eliasson took care to use mono-frequency lights, making yellow and black the only colors visible within the space, further disorienting the visitor (May, 2003). This installation was a true spectacle, as the artist changed the museum’s main hall into an overwhelming experience that transports the visitor into a different environment.
One can’t help but wonder how the museum decided to realize the works of Salcedo and Eliasson. Did the curators and director really believe in the artists’ philosophy about Shibboleth and The Weather Project, or did they choose it because they knew their audience would enjoy it and that it would gain them a lot of media attention? Was their goal to induce social dialogue (which were the artists’ goals), or to act as entertainer? That same question can be asked of any exhibition. Is the role of the museum to provide educational and social opportunities, or to simply act as a place of entertainment and leisure? Should they support the ideas of their artists or the needs of their audience? In these particular cases, both goals were probably satisfied.

Outside of the typical exhibition space, an artist can also take advantage of how a museum spends its money. With a quick look at Cai Guo-Qiang’s body of work, a curator can assume that the exhibition might involve an explosion at some time or another, but they probably wouldn’t expect him to blow up the project fund. This is exactly what Cai did in 2003 to prepare for the inauguration of the Stedelijk Museum voor Actuele Kunst in Ghent, Belgium (Kwon, 2008). This act was a kind of “spit in your face” gesture reflecting Cai’s attitude towards museums at the beginning of the new millennium. He organized a huge fireworks display because he feels that we (by we, I can only assume society) spend too much money on museums and other arts institutions. He even went as far as to create a portrait of the exhibition’s curator, Jan Hoet, out of gunpowder, just to blow it up (www.caiguoqiang.com, 2008). This act for the Stedelijk Museum voor Actuele Kunst was the ultimate exploitation of a museum. This work is about institutional critique, but moreover, it is about the fact that an exhibition can be so temporary that it doesn’t even last more than one evening. Yet somehow, Cai’s work is more than just an event. The curator made the decision to commission a work by Cai, and in turn, as a symbolic gesture the artist literally burned the money. So much for the idea that conceptual art is cheap! So what makes Cai’s fireworks displays different than any other celebratory display? The museum could have easily set up the same spectacle to mark the inauguration of the space, however, it was Cai who took the museum’s money and created an unorthodox firework display. The money that could have gone to an extended exhibition was instead used by Cai to demonstrate the liberties available to artists, and to draw attention to contemporary arts institutions’ liberal financial practices. Conceptual works were once looked at as an “aesthetic bargain” (Stimson, 1999), but Cai, in satire of these economic practices, proves that an artist’s concept might be more expensive than originally expected.
In some instances, very slight changes are made in order to change the gallery’s significance or to disrupt curatorial influence. Demonstrating so much authority over the administrative practices of a museum so much as to take over the role of the curator can be seen in Michael Asher’s work at the Arts Institute of Chicago. Usually, the gallery space can use their curatorial authority over an artist’s desires when putting together an exhibition, often to the artist’s dislike or disagreement. Asher however, managed to switch the roles of curator and artist by choreographing the presentation and organization of the Institute’s collection.
In 1979, for the 73rd American Exhibition at the Art Institute of Chicago, Michael Asher took a bronze copy of a marble sculpture by Jean-Antoine Houdon, George Washington, from its usual position on the front steps of the museum and placed it inside. The original marble statue was made in 1785-1791, while the bronze copy was cast in 1917 (Moeller & Rorimer, 2006). Asher decided to place the sculpture inside of Gallery 219, which held European painting and sculpture from the 18th century, the same time period from which the original marble sculpture was created. In short, the Institute paid Asher to take an artwork that they already owned from the exterior and relocate it to the interior. Asher did not think that the statue belonged outside on the steps, and he was able to move it to a gallery where it contrasted with its surroundings. By regrouping the statue with other works of Houdon’s contemporaries, Asher was “placing it within the framework of a contemporary exhibition”(Haydon, 1979). He did this in order to highlight the fact that the museum had not yet found an appropriate position for this sculpture within their collection.
26 years later, Asher repeated this gesture for a Focus showcase at the Arts Institute of Chicago in 2005, although he did not entirely reenact the same exhibition. Instead of moving the statue from the exterior steps of the museum, this time he moved it from the lobby of the Mayor’s Office, where it had been on loan since 1984, into Gallery 220 (Moeller & Rorimer, 2006). By moving the bronze statue, Asher elicits a different viewer response depending on its surroundings. As its surroundings change, people’s reactions towards it are altered. When outside it is public and accessible to everyone. When placed in Gallery 220, it turns private, exclusive only to those who have paid admission. Within the museum space, viewers are always indirectly told how to look at a work of art. By the way collections are displayed, the spectator is forced to view it in a certain context, whether a collection of work is grouped by theme, chronology, medium, technique, or shared history.
When the bronze copy of George Washington was outside on the steps, it was available for all to see. When placed inside of the Institute, a paid-admission museum, only few can appreciate it. In a way, Asher is mocking the fact that the Art Institute, along with the city of Chicago, cannot find a suitable place for the statue to remain. However, he caused it to stand out by relocating an American-made 20th century sculpture of an American icon in a room occupied by 18th century European paintings. Placing it in the center of the gallery heightened the viewer’s perception. They could reflect upon it more, perhaps trying to derive the meaning behind it, whether it is random or deliberate. One could walk up to the roughly seven-foot statue that was placed directly on the floor of the gallery instead of atop a pedestal, producing a more personal relationship. In contrast, each painting was held in decorative frames, a French vase protected in a glass case, and an antique English table positioned on a pedestal. Every other piece appeared unattainable and in pristine condition, while the weathered bronze seemed approachable.
In conceptual art, the subject is superior to the object. It is not important whether Asher constructed this statue or not, but what he chose to do with it. In 1979 and in 2005, following in the footsteps of Sol LeWitt and other conceptual artists, “all of the planning and decisions were made beforehand and the execution is a perfunctory affair” (Cotter, 2008). Asher sought not only to find how people would perceive this statue in different environments and how their response would change, but also to challenge the curatorial and administrative practices of the Institute.
Deconstructing the exhibition space or transforming it into an entirely different environment garners immediate attention from the viewer and encourages them to think about the institution in a different way. The contemporary artist relies on the institution’s financial, administrative, and mechanical resources to realize these incredible constructions and installations. Nonetheless, some modifications do not have to be physical in order to interrupt normal functions. In 2003 at the Tate Modern, Tino Sehgal was able to control even the gallery attendants at the museum. In This Is New, Sehgal instructed the attendants to stand up and recite headlines from the daily newspaper (Herbet, 2008). Many visitors were shocked by this unexpected behavior from a gallery attendant, someone who normally stands in their corner and minimally interacts, even avoids interaction, with the museum visitors. This sudden announcement of the daily news shocks one’s normal perception of how one should behave in a gallery. In this work, if a visitor responded to the gallery attendant, they were then instructed to declare out loud, “This Is New, Tino Sehgal, 2003.” Within this piece, Sehgal is able to have the museum staff directly participate, even activate, his work. Without the gallery space, and especially the public operations staff, his work would not exist.

This brings us to the last artistic practice involving intervention within the gallery space: the artist’s manipulation of the viewer. This concept is not novel; in fact, the artist’s attempt to deceive the viewer can be seen in centuries’ worth of trompe l’oeil paintings. The deception is purely visual as the artist attempts to trick the viewer’s eye into thinking they are looking at something tangible or three-dimensional, rather than a flat surface. Recently, artists have been investigating ways to dupe or trick the viewer by stimulating other senses or emotions, involving the viewer in a specific work of art when they might not even realize it. Slovakian artist Roman Ondak’s work often intervenes with how visitors interact with and within the gallery space (and by intervene, I mean deceive). In Good Feelings in Good Times, Ondak hires actors to form a queue on the outside of a museum or exhibition entrance (www.gbagency.fr, 2008). Museum and/or gallery patrons often do not know how to react to this piece, most likely because they are not aware that it is a work of art. However, it certainly causes the visitors to act in a different manner; they will join the queue because they think it is the line to enter the museum or exhibition. If not, they will wonder what the line is for /should they join it /how long will it take? I would not be surprised if a patron were to feel angered after learning that the line they just stood in for the past twenty minutes was actually staged. They would feel duped, deceived, betrayed by the artist. Is it possible that some viewers could walk away disliking an artist’s work just because they didn’t know it was part of an exhibition? This is a potential problem when the museum is looked at as an educational institution, or a place of preservation that houses tangible artifacts. For those who might view the museum as a venue of entertainment, this work is whimsical and clever. It’s all about finding those who can laugh at themselves, even when the artist is making fun of them. In a contemporary sense, Good Feelings in Good Times is a genuine example of art; as Walter Benjamin asserts, “once an object is looked at by us as a work of art, it absolutely ceases its objective function”(Krauss, 1999). When visiting an art museum or gallery, the viewer expects to engage with works of art. However, in Ondak’s queues, the audience engages in a purely objective form of art (that is, before they realize it is the actual exhibition).
Ondak’s subjects often have no idea that they are participants in his artwork. What would happen if a knowing participant was improperly persuaded—rather than deceived— to participate in a work of art that they might not have necessarily agreed to if they had been fully informed? When Chris Burden shot himself in 1971 at F Space in Santa Ana, California, his audience did not know what to expect (Ward, 2001). Imagine the trauma of seeing your friend about to be shot with a rifle, and not being able to do anything about it. At that moment and time, this performance could not have elicited creative or social enlightenment for the viewer, but rather stress, confusion, and consequently, panic.
The medium used by Ondak and Burden in these pieces is not material. Rather, their medium is the encounter that involves the spectator; it is the proposal of new questions about the way the art is produced, presented, and received by the viewer. These two works encourage the viewer to think about where art is viewed, and to consider the alternative perceptions that one may experience when art is presented in an unexpected manner. When a museum or gallery allows an artist the freedom to do what they want with the space, or with the viewer, it is the artist who ultimately gains control of the entire situation.

However, we must look at this concept from another point of view. Perhaps this trend is not about the artist’s intervention, but the institution’s willingness to accommodate the artist’s wants and needs. This brings into question a fundamental uncertainty of the modern exhibition space: is its true function to show objects of art that already exist, or to introduce new, innovative projects by up-and-coming artists? Are patron’s required to compromise for an artist whom they have chosen to commission work by? Can they deny an artist’s proposal simply because of financial or maintenance concerns? A museum’s goal is to sell admission, while a commercial gallery’s goal is to sell artwork. Therefore, it makes more sense when a museum allows this intervention to take place. It has become clear that the contemporary art museum is no longer a place of conservation, rather an entertainment venue. A place of cultural activity and stimulation rather than cultural preservation or presentation. No longer is a museum’s prosperity found in the quality or quantity of their permanent collection, but in their willingness to program challenging temporary exhibitions by innovative and unique artists. This curatorial practice has become so widespread that it is no longer shocking to the viewer. In fact, one can expect a perception-distorting, opinion-changing, large-scale, physically all-encompassing installation at a museum, and are often disappointed if there is no such spectacle.
The gallery on the other hand has a lot more to lose. They do not sell a spectacle, but rather the art itself. So what advantage does a gallery gain when they allow an artist to say, remove the gallery walls, as did Michael Asher in 1974 at the Claire Copley Gallery in Los Angeles (Asher & Buchloh, 1983)? The gallery is not a space of private art collection, and more recently, it acts as another storefront with luxury goods. It is almost as if the contemporary gallery acts as entertainer as well, luring collectors in with appealing shows by daring artists. Curators are organizing exhibitions that intrigue, amuse, and fool the audience. More people attend museums and browse through galleries today than ever before, and the quantity of these exhibition spaces is rising so rapidly that one may wonder if there is an audience — or even a body of quality work— large enough to fit the bill! There is a high demand for exhibitions, and gallery spaces are attempting to have their shows stand out from the rest of the competition. Museums and galleries are equally organizing exhibitions that will glean press, income, and status. In the end, even when the exhibition space is left with a giant scar, must seek repair for damaged walls, or left with a tired or displeased staff, it is ultimately to the their benefit to commission the artwork. Contemporary institutions are commissioning temporary exhibitions for the same reason that wealthy patrons of the Middle Ages and Renaissance did: for philanthropic or commemorative purposes (Kleiner & Mamiya, 2006).
As I said earlier, I did not want to focus solely on the institutional criticism that inevitably arises through this discussion. I do believe that artists should have the liberty to critique the institution, but in agreement with Andreas Huyssen, this act should be site-specific rather than global (1995). The artist who critiques the institution ironically needs the institution to form this argument in the first place. Secondly, they need the institution to exhibit their works, just as the institution needs the artist in order to fulfill its essential function. A global criticism would eventually halt all artistic functions.
Although several of the mentioned artists focus on this issue, I am more interested in discussing the temporary aspect of all of their works, and how none of them are permanent fixtures within the exhibition space. The conception and realization of each of these works undoubtedly cost the institution a great deal of time and money (some more than others). In today’s global art market, how do these works fit in —or stand out— when everything else placed in a gallery is a commodity? Art has always been bought and sold, but today more than ever, people are investing in it. In works like Cai Guo-Qiang’s explosions, nothing can be sold in the aftermath of the explosion because of, well, obvious reasons! The same principle goes for Asher, Salcedo, Eliasson, Sehgal, and Ondak’s works; the only record that these works existed is in their documentation, rather than in the bill of sale or contract of acquisition. The current rate of growth of the global art industry as well as the escalation in the construction of museums is at its highest, so why are artists making transient works they cannot sell? They are instead pushing the capability and resources of institutions to achieve their artistic goals. This evokes a romantic notion of the artist, as someone who needs to make it to say it, rather than someone who needs to make it to sell it. The institution on the other hand does spend money to produce these incredible temporary exhibitions, and it can be assumed that most of the money goes to the artist. So much for romance!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Reader Be Where?

Jenny Holzer at the Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago

Although the visual splendor in Jenny Holzer’s work is evident, her work cannot be universally understood; it cannot be perceived by everyone the same way, and sometimes the language component of her work is meaningless. To a viewer who does not speak English, her words lose all meaning, and form takes over content. The artist’s intention can be especially skewed on a day like Target Free Family Saturday at PROTECT PROTECT at the MCA Chicago, when the galleries transform into a funhouse of bright lights and color. Children react to these pieces in the exact opposite way that adults react to them. Children see colorful, blinking rainbow shapes; their eyes light up at the sight, and then they lose interest quickly. “What’s next Mom?” Adults on the other hand, survey their surroundings, let their eyes adjust to the dim light, focus on the scrolling words on the LED screens, and lift their fists to their chins in concentration. Even if a child can read, they most likely cannot focus on the words rapidly scrolling across the LED screens, and if they could, then parents would have to try to explain loaded terms like “Pride of Duty,” and “Absolute Submission.” To those who read and comprehend these statements, or “truisms” as Holzer calls them, it is not the form that is important in this exhibition, but the content – or is it?

One notable piece is comprised of a long row of arc-shaped LED screens that dictate US government documents to and from military personal. They are hard to read because a) one only sees a few words of a sentence at a time; b) it scrolls through fairly fast; c) the bright lights are blinking and sometimes written in negative; d) many words that provide critical information within a sentence are “X-ed” out. One can never fully piece the information together. Like communicating over a radio, it is hard to hear/read everything at once – one has to concentrate to decipher the code, slowly reading and piecing together what it dictates. In this work, although the content is extremely important in understanding its role within the exhibition, its visual form is quite appealing as well.

The highlight of the exhibition is a work dedicated to the city where Holzer is holding her exhibition. From a purely visual standpoint, For Chicago is an absolutely breathtaking light installation. Enormous LED lights span across the floor in a parallel row, emitting a golden light through the text displayed. Each screen alternates in pattern while scrolling heart-wrenching statements such as, “I am crying hard,” as well as proverbial phrases like, “A little knowledge goes a long way.” They scroll in reverse to the back wall, creating a magnificent glow against the white surface. Every so often, the screens blink in unison, creating clarity and disillusion at the same time. Holzer creates an utterly stunning environment, especially for a display that —when described in minimal, simple words to someone who had not seen this piece—would seem like the lights at the Stock Exchange: a row of large LED lights of constantly displaying unpredictable information. These two spectacles are two different stories, which might not be as distant as we think.

Throughout the exhibition, I couldn’t help but think what was necessary in the use of LED lights. How does Holzer communicate her views about the war in Iraq any more efficiently through LED lights than with any other medium? Holzer is certainly not the first artist to speak about the war, so when given this opportunity at the MCA, why did she choose this subject matter? Normally, LED lights are used in very public settings as advertisements and instantly updatable announcements; they give information, facts, and statistics. They usually do not express or emote; something that Holzer finds a way to accomplish. The LED lights simultaneously recite personal and universal statements like, “I feel you.” The “I” can be interpreted on any number of levels, as well as the “you”; “I” can be Holzer, the viewer, or the American people. Although many of Holzer’s statements are universal “truisms,” as I mentioned earlier, there is no way her work can be universally understood. The artist’s full intention cannot be fully grasped unless one speaks English, and even after that one must consider physical & intellectual barriers.

So, if we look past the language component, and the war in Iraq topic, we can concentrate on Holzer’s use of LED lights. Why is it relevant to use LED lights for this exhibition? The messages communicated only have a short lifespan. They scroll so fast across the screen and the viewer has only a certain amount of time to read them. This adds a sense of urgency. The viewer must read it as fast as they can, and therefore come to a conclusion about the statement at a quicker pace. Perhaps Holzer feels that she has something new to say about the war, and she must say it now.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Peyton's Public Commemoration of Civic Distinction

Live Forever
Elizabeth Peyton at the New Museum

Throughout the history of art, no subject matter is more attractive to the human eye than portraiture. Like an infant who first realizes that he himself is a living being that others can see, that infant will be fascinated by this image for the rest of their life. Humans are essentially drawn to images of other humans. What is the sentiment that creates this phenomenon? In portraiture, is it some sort of narcissistic pleasure in recognizing that this person on the canvas in front of oneself shares the same corporal attributes? Or perhaps it’s the attraction in comparing oneself to that image, whether they have a bigger nose, more expensive clothing, more wrinkles, a better haircut, etc. Whether in comparison or in contrast with the subject, we, humans, have an obsession with ourselves. An even superior obsession lies in a species above: celebrity.

Although demonstrating no excelling talent in technique, no breakthrough transition into a new impressionistic or expressionistic style, and no exceptional innovation in subject or content, people love Elizabeth Peyton’s work because she consorts with celebrities. In her latest exhibition, Live Forever, at the New Museum, rock stars, artists, and world leaders such as Kurt Cobain, Sid Vicious, Liam Gallagher, Jarvis Cocker, John Lennon, Georgia O’Keefe, Frida Kahlo, Maurizio Cattelan, David Hockney, and Prince Harry line the walls. The gallery is transformed into a modest tabloid. Just as we love to flip through magazines, the viewer can rummage through the portraits in this exhibition relatively quickly, with no less satisfaction. The viewer is led into the private lives of these idols through the relationships, or perceived relationships, that Peyton holds with them.

Among the dozens of paintings, there were several that demanded more attention than others: some due to the subject, and some due to their strategic placement. From a petite canvas under a spotlight, but hung alone in a nook of the exhibition space, John Lydon, better known as Johnny Rotten, stares out into space —rather than at the viewer. The portrait is simple, and the pastel palette gives John a sort of schoolboy innocence. While Peyton transforms John Lydon into a young boy, in other notable paintings, she manages to transform Ludwig II of Bavaria into a modern woman and Georgia O’Keefe into a powerful heroine. Although she could not have known Ludwig II of Bavaria personally, he is certainly a historical figure that she admires, and he is without doubt someone that she would have been friends with if they lived during the same period. Although he receives the bad reputation as “mad King Ludwig” because of his extravagant construction escapades such as Neuschwanstein Castle, Peyton seems to sympathize with the notion that he was just a gay guy forced in the closet who just wanted to be a designer! By placing his portrait in this exhibition, Peyton is saying, “Hey Ludwig, even if you didn’t belong in 19th century Germany, you sure belong here.” Contrasting from Ludwig’s dainty, charming portrait, Peyton pays homage to one of the greatest woman artists of the 20th century in Georgia O’Keefe after Steiglitz, 1918. A portrait from the waist up, O’Keefe appears beautiful, graceful, and the canvas even seems to glow. Peyton uses a thin oil wash, making the painting seem as if it is painted on glass. Although Peyton made this painting, the credit really must go to Steiglitz who originally saw the wonder, beauty, and force from this woman.

The dominant function of portraiture in Roman antiquity was the public commemoration of civic distinction. Conceivably, it can be said that Peyton chose these subjects in order to immortalize their physical image, and everything that goes along with it. Peyton is not choosing to paint the homeless man sleeping on the street, the young student, the neighborhood baker, and other people of modest civic status. She is painting those who have become famous through music, art, inheritance, drug abuse, and untimely death. Her paintings are not mere portraits, but commemorations. While it is the viewer who flocks in fascination towards these canvas superstars, perhaps it is Peyton who holds the obsession with celebrities after all!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Beyond Life Drawing

Robert Schultz Drawings: 1990-2007
Chazen Museum of Art

It is not the time to renounce figurative drawing as a worthy competitor in the contemporary art world. Robert Schultz’s recent exhibition at the Chazen Museum of Art proves that there is something more that lies past Life Drawing 101. These works demonstrate an intimate study of composition, line, value, form, and above all, technique and skill. Since DuChamp (and certainly not to blame DuChamp), artists have been bold enough to declare that anything —any object or any production— can constitute a museum-worthy work of fine art. Schultz’s drawings are interesting in that, although we all see figurative art being churned out by art students and in pages of artists’ sketchbooks, they somehow grab the viewers’ attention as if to say, “I am just as worthy of your time as those Italian Renaissance or Abstract Expressionist paintings upstairs.” Perhaps it is the abundance of drawings, each rendered with the same amount of detail. Perhaps it is the fact that we, as viewers, identify that Schultz has mastered the technical skill of drawing. In a world of Twomblys, Basquiats, and dare I say Marla Olmstead (of “My Kid Could Paint That” fame), it is refreshing to recognize that a drawer’s talent and aptitude for the medium is still a factor in the contemporary art scene.
A fine example of this draftsmanship can be seen in Facing the Wall, an example of exquisitely beautiful composition. The angles creating by the man’s posture in relation to the curved back of the chairs produces a perfect harmony between ground and figure. This drawing is a study of line and value; there is not need to deeply ponder its meaning, rather a need to reflect on Schultz’s expertise.
Still Life—Denise on Table is, like all of the works, intricately rendered with details of the human body. A woman is crouching on the face of a cloth-covered table with her back turned to the viewer. Her posture brings to mind a Kiki Smith sculpture, except this time seen in two-dimensions and from behind. The body here, unlike Smith, looks incredibly life-life. One can distinguish a faint tan line across her waist, each hair on her body is rendered individually, and the cracks in the soles of her feet make it hard to grasp that this is an illustration made by hand, and not captured through the lens of a camera. Although the rendering is realistic, we know nothing more about Denise from this drawing and we are given no clues into her character. This holds true in Teak Chair, which depicts a woman bending over on an angled chair. The viewer can find clues from her body and recognize that this is Denise as well. Why isn’t Denise mentioned in the title of this drawing? This suggests that maybe there is something more to find out about Denise from Still Life-Denise on Table, while Teak Chair is just a formal study of the woman’s body.


In Teak Chair, as well as others, I can’t help but notice the flawless white paper that Schultz uses to draw on. Amazingly, there is not an eraser mark or smudge to be found. Schultz’s attention to cleanliness is impeccable, and might I add, much appreciated. The paper is finely textured, and the graphite accentuates its surface. These drawings are not only about what is drawn onto the surface, but also about what is left white to create volume, muscle, and fleshiness. It is important to think about the artist’s intimate relationship with paper quality, and how Schultz must have tried and erred with many different paper stock before finding the right match.

Although some of the drawings are figurative studies and some of them are portraits (windows into the character of the subject), others seem to carry symbolic or religious/spiritual undertones. Ian’s Ladder shows a man, secured by a rope, climbing a ladder from a simplified, frontal view. His muscles are tense, and his veins bulge (they are almost hyper-swollen and seem to lay above his skin) from the strenuous challenge of climbing the ladder. Is this man Ian, or is he climbing another’s ladder (that person being Ian)? This ascent brings to mind the biblical account of Jacob’s ladder to heaven. Another image of climbing towards an unseen-something above one’s body can be found in Ascending, depicting a man from the waist down as he cautiously stands on top of a ladder (where there is usually a label warning the user not to do so). The viewer can tell by his hands that he is cautious, as his fingertips are wary of the space around them, ready to grab onto any available crutch if needed. Formally, the illustration in Ascending is light and airy. The contours of his body disappear on his left side, as if drowned out by the light (of course this contour of the body is suggested because humans are not made of lines). Although Schultz’s bodies exist as lines on paper, they seem to be so much more. These two pieces are heavy with meaning: in Ian’s Ladder the climber is ready to ascend, even exhausting his own strength to arrive there (however, he may be less cautious because he is secured by a rope), while in Ascending, the climber is unsure about his position high above ground.
Because people always feel the need to categorize an artist into a specific movement, field, or related group of artists, one must inevitably ask where Robert Schultz, along with other contemporary figurative drawers and illustrators, lay. Rather than grouping him with a craft or a medium, one might look at other similar practices, whether in subject matter or form. It is evident that Schultz works with the human body. There are artists today who work “of the body”; that is to say talking about the human body’s functions, conditions, systems, and relations. Internationally recognized artists working, or who worked, in this practice include and Ana Mendiata, using the body as a tool for creation; Matthew Barney, using the body as a metaphor for systems; Jeanine Antoni, pushing the physical limits of the body; and Andres Serrano, using bodily fluids as medium. No, Robert Schultz does not work “of the body”. Does he fit in with artists like Robert Mapplethorpe, who conduct formal studies of figurative representations? Or perhaps he fits with artists who create private portraits of their subjects, like Alec Soth or David Armstrong. Or, does he simply fit into a field of fine craftsmen and illustrators? In my opinion, he is a mélange of the last three, creating formal studies while revealing the intimate character of the subject, yet still maintaining a high level of draftsmanship.



Sunday, September 14, 2008

RAW

RAW
An evening of performances with Marina Kelly, Christine Olson, Nicole Gruter, and Angela Richardson
The Project Lodge
9/11/08

Last Thursday after an evening at the Project Lodge in Madison, WI, I walked away with a pot of melting wax, a bag of English Breakfast tea, a heavy burden hanging at my hip, and a stomach grumbling for a slice of blueberry pie. Sounds like a haphazard collection, although it did reflect the night’s various performances. RAW was a series of acts that included some hits and misses. The evening started off with Sleeps & Wakes when Marina Kelly’s alarm clock went off at 7:47pm. She proceeded to stretch, strain, curl and roll about in her bed — enacting how I like to feel on a Sunday morning when I don’t have anywhere to be. Her sleepy movements were quite pleasing, however Kelly did have a pressing appointment she needed to be at; but alas, she had overslept.

Soon it was time for a cup of Isthmus Tea with the engaging and hospitable Nicole Gruter. As she articulately shared her story of a tea set she had inherited — as a burden, not a welcome gift — she reminded the viewer of the symbolic inconvenience or obligation of possessions that we carry with us. Her performance was a simple but enthusiastic narration — a narration that one would expect to hear from a Children’s Librarian than an MFA Candidate. The audience —or invitees I should say— gazed intently and followed every sentence of her tale, complete with fictional family members from far off lands and talking chinaware. The moral of her story was to encourage the audience to purge oneself of unwanted items, and of objects that carry undesired symbolism or significance. I suddenly felt the weight of the cheap, aluminum Guardian Angel pin sitting at the bottom of my purse. Yes, I keep this said angel with me; not for religious, but for superstitious reasons, for my aunt put it upon me during my adolescence and told me never to throw it away, because it will “keep me safe”. So far, so good. However, after this particular tea session, I’m thinking of mailing it to a certain Miss Gruter.

During her second performance of the night, Whore-ding and Consumption, we crowded around a virtual campfire while Gruter honestly narrated the scary tale about her obsession with things, and the horror she feels because this stuff has taken over her life. I empathized with this story, as I too am a thrift-shopper, curbside gazer, and gullible 2-for-1 consumer. Whereas Gruter succeeded in lifting the weight of things she didn’t need by leaving a pile of free stuff for the audience that evening, I walked out the door with a used cooking pot and a hunk of paraffin wax.

While Gruter’s teatime and campfire stories were tidy, PG, and a refreshing take on “typical” performance art (I say this because the term “performance art” generally carries a widely shared connotation, often invoking images of tar, feathers, screaming, and static noise, etc.), the evening ended a little messy. As Angela Richardson rolled on the floor and smeared herself with blueberry goo to the tune of ambient noise, I couldn’t help but think, “How does she not know that this has been done before?” If I’m going to watch a spastic, uninhibited, messy, interpretive performance, they should at least be naked. A deep contrast from teatime earlier in the evening, the viewers watched her squirm on the tarp, and abruptly it was over, as the scent of fructose lingered in the air.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Gezeiten, Marée, Tide

Sacha Waltz
Gezeiten

For three days last week at the brand new Théâtre National de Bretagne—Centre Européen Théâtral et Chorégraphique in Rennes, German choreographer Sacha Waltz definitely broke in, literally, the new stage with a bang. Waltz has been a big name in contemporary dance and experimental theater scene since the late 1990s, and her projects continue grow more and more elaborate, both in arrangement and production quality. Gezeiten, a two-hour composition, leaves the viewer fatigued after viewing evolution, destruction, and rebirth of the sixteen dancers on stage. ‘Gezeiten’ is German for the French word ‘marée’, which means ‘the tide’. The dance evolves from graceful elegance to chaotic turmoil, order to disorder, and back again.

The opening scene progresses slowly, and habituates the spectator into scene, preparing for what is to come. In fact, the dance begins with several pairs of performers walking in-sync, and eventually uniting into a single line. A solitary cello enters at the side of the stage, and with subtle accompaniment of Bach, the sixteen dancers evolve slowly and collectively, eventually forming one graceful, cooperative movement. It is less a dance than it is an organized, or instructed, movement. The performers act individually or in pairs, slowly but continuously altering in number. Their movements are elegant, loving, erotic, and inspiring. As the music fades away, the choreography speeds up, and a pair of two male dancers takes the spotlight. Their bodies work together and react to each other’s rhythm and weight. There is a large element of trust present between the two dancers as they rely on each other’s bodies to be at their premeditated position in order to progress to the next movement. Once all of the 16 androgynous dancers are on stage again, the best words to describe the performance would be a whacked out Old Navy commercial at a ropes course.

The movements speed up, the entrances and exits become more frequent, the sound of feet on the stage grows louder and gains a faster rhythm, until the dance climaxes at a turbulent and total chaos. As the performers rumble about on stage, bumping into each other, falling over, chairs and tables thrown through the air, the turbulent battle between the bodies brings to mind a catastrophic event. The simulated earthquake takes the dancers captive. However, even the chaos here is organized. It’s almost as if Waltz instructed them to “fall here, push her over there, throw this chair but not that pipe.” One critic describes her style in Gezeiten as “chaoto-graphy,” accurately explaining the prearranged, combating catastrophes that take place on stage.

However, like the tide mounting and descending, the pendulum swung from chaos back to order. This is where the performance crosses the line between dance and theater, because a dialogue is present. The group of tries to reconstruct their world after is has been destroyed, as they all take refuge in a broke-down post-war period apartment. There is a noticeable struggle between leadership. Several performers step up to attempt to establish new rules and a new structure, but there is always someone else who rejects or rebels. A dissonance among the survivors arrives, and they begin to self-destruct.

The final catastrophe during the performance didn’t have the feeling of an organized chaos. I doubt that the performers were given any specific instructions of movements at this point, except to attempt to create a state of total delirium. There was even one point where I was scared for not only the safety of the performers, but I feared the safety of the audience. As the performers literally ripped apart the wooden planks of the stage, knocked down walls, and threw sand and bricks, a huge flame erupted against the back wall. The flame grew large rapidly, and the dancers disappeared from the scene. The smell of smoke and burning materials grew stronger, sitting in the back rows I actually felt heat from the flame, and at one moment, I thought that perhaps something had gone wrong and the flame was now out of control. I expected a fire drill at any moment.

Eventually, the fire went out, and the thirty minutes to follow accurately represented what could only be described as a choreographer’s live combination of a Dali painting and a Lynch film. Bizarre, surreal, and oh so utterly interpretive dance-like. The finale actually peaks about two-thirds of the way through, and the rest of the performance gradually fades back into a state of rest, easing the audience back into their seats.



As I watched the movements of the dancers, I couldn’t help but imagine the thought process of the choreographer, and if these movements were the direct translations of her thoughts. Did the dancers live up to her expectations, her vision? Or, is there another process of translation from the choreographer’s words or instructions once it crosses over into the body of the dancer? This query led me to contemplate the many layers of translation that were present here: Sacha Waltz is a German choreographer who organized these sixteen dancers, performers, and actors to physically carry out her instructions. Each body is not the same, and the brain of each dancer’s body does not send signals to the muscles at the same rate. Each body moves differently, and each body is of a varied size, density, grace, strength, or agility. So one can conclude that the premier translation is that between choreographer’s instructions or intentions, and the dancer’s interpretation of the movements. Next, one must take into consideration that this is a German dance troop performing in France. I was told during a meeting with one of the theater’s employees that it is rare that an entire troop leaves to collaborate with another theater in France. Thus, there is a complexity in translation of instructions between the German troop and the French theater company.

More specifically, as an American watching a German performance in France, I wondered if the movements of the dancers had a language, and if so, was it German? It is possible that I could not understand the dance as well, simply because of the fact that I did not speak German, same for the other French spectators. When one goes to see a play that is performed in a common language, there is already an element present that will guarantee some amount of enjoyment or agreement with the performance. However, if one goes to see a play performed in a foreign language, it is easy to become lost and confused, resulting in a disinterest or dislike in the production. Is it possible to misunderstand a dance spectacle if the language of the movement is in conflict with the language of movement that one is accustomed to?

Finally, there is the element of translation between the performance and how the audience receives or interprets it. To many, Gezeiten may seem bizarre, over-the-top, thought provoking, innovative, unbearable, or beautiful—beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. However, being a contemporary dance, a contemporary piece of art, one should realize that contemporary art isn’t always about pleasing the eye, but about stimulating the mind, posing questions, challenging the normal, or presenting an element of surprise, curiosity, or mystery.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Playful Experiments: Roman Signer at Tanya Bonakdar


Agitation and Repose


I found myself entranced by a video of a toy helicopter playfully teasing a sleeping child, but unable to look away from the television next to it, where a man sat in an empty room rapidly filling up with hay that was being hurled to the ceiling from a small hole in the ground. These videos, part of a series of six by Roman Signer, kindle curiosity in Agitation and Repose, an exhibition at the Tanya Bonakdar Gallery in Chelsea.
The exhibition features mostly sculpture and painting touching on the main theme — as the title states — on agitation and then repose. An observation on the constant cycle in the world: disturbances, confrontations, activation, or tension all eventually find their way back to rest or peace. My favorite, and only notable part of the show, can be found in the back space where six average-size televisions each play different short videos, all being only a couple minutes long. Each action playing out on the TV tickled my fancy, and I couldn’t decide which video to pursue and observe the full piece. My eyes flicked back and forth between the monitors, and every time I missed a couple seconds of one video, something had dramatically changed or the video had already started over in another! This went on for a while, and I felt as though they were teasing me. For example, in Hay Fever (the video aforementioned) I could not pinpoint the exact moment where the room transitioned from completely covered in hay to empty again! Or in Dot, where a man appears to be enjoying an afternoon of plein-air painting; however, if I missed a few seconds, I would look back and all of a sudden there was smoke in the air from an explosion and the man was walking away, frustrated, from his easel.
After setting up a systematic plan, I decided to take the time to watch each video from start to finish without glancing at the other sets; in the end, I was able to solve the mysteries of each piece! What appears to be a chaotic shot on a spinning camera is confirmed at the end of Barrel: a camera is secured inside a barrel in a river while currents churn the container around in circles. In Helicopter on Board, a skilled toy-helicopter control pilot successfully navigates his aircraft to land on a wooden board that has just fallen down and resurfaced from a waterfall. Signer’s work is delightfully playful, and is reminiscent of Wegman’s video works from the ‘70s. The viewer may not always know what or why the artist is filming a certain, seemingly banal action, but the result is simple and amusing. It’s like a magic eye puzzle: you need to be patient and observe carefully in order to take in the full picture.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Building Ideas

The Lath Picture Show
Friedrich Petzel Gallery


Oh, the infinite possibilities of “low” grade materials and how artists love them! The Lath Picture Show, a group exhibition at the Friedrich Petzel Gallery in Chelsea, displays a collection of well-known, influential artists who seek the potential of these lesser materials, and how they can use them as building blocks to convey bigger ideas. This is similar to the lath: a thin piece of wood that is anything but the last piece of a project. The lath is put together in multiples, creating a bigger, more solid structure. The gallery is full of what appear to be found objects arranged in a specific manner, or several low-grade materials put together to appear as though they are a readymade. Several artists experiment with the infinite possibilities of wood: Charles Ray looks at a plank of wood and sees a Bench, even though it may not be convenient to rest upon. Although, at the same time, Robert Gober sees a piece of wood and interprets it as simply a piece of Plywood. Cheyney Thompson creates a ghostly impression of a heavily knotted piece of wood that subtly disguises itself upon the white wall of the gallery. In Work No. 387: Plywood, the clever conceptualist Martin Creed stacks a pile of industrial plywood with stamps and markings on their sides 8-feet high, leaving the viewer curious as to what the side of the pile would say if stacked in correct order: “This Way Up -->” or “Kohler & Sons Shipping”? In a rare sculpture by photorealist painter Martin Kippenberger, Who Have We Brought to the Table Today?, the artist asked an opened ended question, “W.Not?” Is it safe to assume that he meant, “Why Not?” or should we leave all “W” options available: will not, while not, who not, when not, William Not, Wendy Not?

Several times this exhibition poses the most humorous question that constantly pops up in contemporary art, “is it real or made to look real?” How do we know if something in a show is a found object, or if the artist cleverly made it to look like a regular Styrofoam cup, newspaper, or piece of wood. For example, if an artist put a “found chair” in a gallery setting, how do we know that he didn’t actually construct it himself, tricking us all by making it look tarnished, or “found”. It always makes me think of that scene in Miranda July’s Me and You and Everyone We Know (2005), where the curator is angry that the artist took her coffee mug from her office and put it in his show, while he replies by saying that her painstakingly recreated it on his own. She then is amazed by how authentic his fast food wrapper appears; this time replying that is really just is a hamburger wrapper from his lunch. Coming back from that tangent, Jorge Pardo presents a lavishly textured, dark piece of wood that would probably make a very expensive piece of furniture; the marbled surface looks as though it might glow like mother-of-pearl. However, it is simply titled Plywood, and sure enough, has the thinly-layered, rough as though you might get a splinter, plywood quality on its side. Another piece that plays a trick on the viewer is a Fence created by conceptual duo Chris Hanson & Hendrika Sonnenberg. I almost didn’t give light blue & sea foam colored fence a second glance, but I’m glad I did, because it reinforced the concept that as a viewer, I should always remember to look a little closer. To my surprise, what I thought was a sturdy fence was really made out of polystyrene, and could easily be blown over by a small breeze or picked up and moved about. What once carried the connotation of a barricade was now a witty, almost cute, vertical lattice pattern! After viewing a second piece by this pair, a bright magenta colored Bucket of Blood, I realized that they aren’t trying to be deceptive, but simply witty.

The exhibition abruptly ends with a solid brick wall created by Thai artist Rirkrit Tiravanija. A brick, like the lath, is a building block in construction stacked together to make a sturdy structure. It appears to be a sort of impassible barrier; this piece is surprising given that the rest of the exhibition experiments with the potential of these materials. Does this mean that artists have “hit the wall” with their use of low grade materials such as wood, Styrofoam, rubber, found objects, etc? I believe it is anything but —it is no new phenomenon of artists successfully realizing the potential of low-grade materials, and contemporary artists will keep finding new ways to create “treasures” out of “junk” (and not in an arts-n-crafty way).

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Dirty Money

Sikkema Jenkins & Co.Group Exhibition
Vik Muniz- Two Flags

I cannot miss an opportunity to write a brief review of Vik Muniz’s latest work displayed at Sikkema Jenkins in their summer group exhibition. Known for his illusionistic, richly detailed photographs of his chocolate syrup, jelly, pasta sauce, and various condiment illustrations, Muniz’s works are always stimulating to at least one sense or another. His photographs go hand in hand with the likes of Thomas Demand in that they wish the final product (the photograph) to be acknowledged rather than the sculpture, installation or process created before the shutter opens. In his newest work, a diptych C-print titled Two Flags, Muniz has created a lush garden of leafy greens and white flowers that form the pattern of the American Flag. In this first photograph, the artist has portrayed the flag as crisp green and white; it is surely not coincidentally the same color of money. The second photograph is later in the season; it seems colder and all of the plants and flowers are dying, though the evergreen plants remain a deep green. The petals have yellowed and dead leaves and sticks have fallen on top of everything, giving the entire photograph a sickly brown tinge. Not a stranger to commenting on consumer culture and mass production in his work, Muniz strongly criticizes American consumerism and obsession with money in this pair of flags. The message is clear: an abundance of cash may seem all good and fresh in the beginning, but it will eventually corrupt and be corrupted by everything around it. Whether or not you want to get political with this piece and read into it more than is necessary, the artist’s skill in creating a thought provoking and visually stimulating piece of work must be acknowledged. Behind the detail and color in the final C-print is the effort put into planting and growing the garden into a recognizable American flag. It was not a chance photograph; Muniz set out with an idea from the start, and makes his this clichéd message clear in an easy-to-read image.