New drawing

February 27, 2010 at 10:52 am (art)

I made a series of new drawings for the University of Mississippi museum, where I’m having a solo show in a few weeks. Here’s one…

It’s bigger than my work normally is (it’s maybe 20 x 30?). I’m using this show as a reason to finish a bunch of work that is a little outside of my comfort zone – larger drawings as one example, sewn pieces as another. I’m so psyched to see the show come together.

I feel like I haven’t had the time to really, really experiment and… fail, in a really long time. Like, in order to really keep moving your work forward, you have to be willing to totally fall on your face. The work that I made for this show isn’t that at all, but it has left me yearning for that kind of oblivion – somehow by breaking out of the box I put myself in even just the tiniest bit, it’s left me wanting to break out even more. I have no idea what any of this means, but I think that’s good.

I’m writing constantly and drawing quick sketches of bodies. That’s about the only thing I know for sure. Also: faces. Something with faces. Hmm.


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New work

February 23, 2010 at 12:29 am (art)

This is a piece I’m rushing to finish for the Mississippi show:

It’s all sewn and embroidered – the middle images are watercolor on paper that are then collaged in. This picture was taken about a week ago and a ton more work has been done – all the stars filled in and slowly but surely the text has been hand-embroidered. Hopefully I’ll manage to get Katie to take one more pic when it’s done, before it goes off for the show!

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Micro-benefit for Haiti: My invitation to the Whitney Biennial

February 18, 2010 at 10:44 am (art, blog, culture, interesting)

I am selling my invitation to the Whitney Biennial opening reception as a micro-benefit for the victims of the earthquake in Haiti.

I got this in the mail a few weeks ago and have been staring at it in dread ever since:

I’m not going to act like I’m being some sort of selfless hero… my social anxiety disorder has been kicked up a notch over the last few weeks, and the thought of going to the Whitney next Tuesday and seeing everyone I have ever met, ever, would be all it takes to put me over the edge. As a result, I really can’t go anyway. But I also don’t want to just chuck it when maybe it can raise a buck or two for a worthy cause.

I have absolutely no idea how “exclusive” this invite is. I have zero clue as to why I got it. All I know is that I have it, I’m not going to use it, and it should be put to some sort of good use. Several people I mentioned to that I have it got all eyebrow-raised and interested, so maybe something can come out of this.

Interior of the invite reads:

Adam D. Weinberg, Alice Pratt Brown Director, and the Board of Trustees of the Whitney Museum of American Art cordially invite you and a guest to attend a reception celebrating the opening of [the] 2010 Whitney Biennial. Tuesday, February 23, 2010, 7 – 11pm. Festive attire.


Fine print reads: This invitation admits two and is nontransferable. This invitation is required for admission. However, despite the use of the term “nontransferable,” I have given away several similar invitations over the years and it’s never been a problem. They just take the invites at the door and don’t check a list. Will things somehow be different this time? I have no idea.

Bidding starts at $1 and goes up in $5 increments from there. Leave your bid in the comments section below. Winner will be decided noon on Sunday, February 21st and announced here. Bidders are responsible for checking back here on Sunday to see if they won.

Once a winner is declared, that winner has until 6pm on Sunday to make an online donation to a Haiti relief charity of their choice in the amount that they have bid (any major non-religious charity is ok by me). They they will forward me the receipt they get from the charity, acknowledging their donation. If the winner does not do this by 6pm, the next highest bidder will win and we’ll go down the list from there.

Monday we will sort out delivering the invite. If you’re really generous and are somewhere in Manhattan, my arm could be twisted to hand-deliver it. Otherwise, if we could meet at a mutual-agreed-upon location, that would be great.

And then on Tuesday you get to get dressed up and rub elbows with art people!! And I get to be knocked off the Whitney’s mailing list for the rest of my life.

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Roberta Smith article

February 14, 2010 at 10:55 am (Uncategorized)

This piece is getting re-blogged and re-tweeted everywhere, so I questioned the importance of reposting it here. I dropped the ball on reposting the amazing Hitler/Deitch video though, so I couldn’t let history repeat itself and let this one go.

I’m not crazy about everything she says here, but overall she’s totally right. What’s going on in the major museums is an absolute shame. I wasn’t able to quite articulate the alienation I felt from them until I happened to go to the Morgan Library in December where I saw a couple of fantastic, small, intimate, well-thought-out shows that blew me away. For me, seeing this alternative – the really, really great show – gave voice to my disappointments in a way that simply complaining about the other shows hadn’t.

But complaining has its place too, especially in the NY Times, and so I’m posting this. And no Jim Nutt in NYC? That’s ridiculous. It’s enough to make me overlook Roberta’s terrible opening line…


Post-Minimal to the Max

Published: February 10, 2010

TO paraphrase Jerry Lee Lewis, there is a whole lot of art making going on right now. All different kinds. But you’d hardly know it from the contemporary art that New York’s major museums have been serving up lately, and particularly this season.

The current exhibition of Gabriel Orozco at the Museum of Modern Art along with the recent ones of Roni Horn at the Whitney Museum and of Urs Fischer at the New Museum have generated a lot of comment pro and con. So has the Tino Sehgal performance exhibition now on view in an otherwise emptied-out Guggenheim rotunda. But regardless of what you think about these artists individually, their shows share a visual austerity and coolness of temperature that are dispiritingly one-note. After encountering so many bare walls and open spaces, after examining so many amalgams of photography, altered objects, seductive materials and Conceptual puzzles awaiting deciphering, I started to feel as if it were all part of a big-box chain featuring only one brand.

The goal in organizing museum exhibitions, as in collecting, running a gallery and — to cite the most obvious example — being an artist, should be individuation and difference, finding a voice of your own. Instead we’re getting example after example of squeaky-clean, well-made, intellectually decorous takes on that unruly early ’70s mix of Conceptual, Process, Performance, installation and language-based art that is most associated with the label Post-Minimalism. Either that or we’re getting exhibitions of the movement’s most revered founding fathers: since 2005, for example, the Whitney has mounted exhibitions of Robert Smithson, Lawrence Weiner, Gordon Matta-Clark and Dan Graham. I liked these shows, but that’s not the point. We cannot live by the de-materialization — or the slick re-materialization — of the art object alone.

After 40 years in which we’ve come to understand that dominant styles like Abstract Expressionism, Minimalism and Pop are at best gross simplifications of their periods, it often feels as though an agreed-upon master narrative is back in place.

What’s missing is art that seems made by one person out of intense personal necessity, often by hand. A lot but not all of this kind of work is painting, which seems to be becoming the art medium that dare not speak its name where museums are concerned.

Why hasn’t there been a major New York show of Philip Taaffe, whose layered, richly colored paintings are actually taking the medium of painting in a direction it hasn’t been before? Why has a retrospective of the painter Chris Ofili — with his volatile mix of color, pattern, popular culture and identity politics — opened at the Tate Britain but not yet been scheduled for a New York museum? And why not see what a survey of the work of an artist as endlessly varied and yet dauntingly consistent as Joe Zucker — a veteran of the Post-Minimalist outfield — might look like? If the public can handle an empty museum as art, it can deal with some paintings made of cotton balls. I, for one, would rather see a tightly organized overview of Mr. Zucker’s work than Marlene Dumas’s warmed-over Expressionism, which was recently displayed in bulk at the Museum of Modern Art.

How did we get to this point? In the 1970’s the Whitney used to be committed to showing artists from across the United States; they were called regional artists in those days. That term has thankfully fallen out of fashion, but the artists have all but disappeared from museum walls. The Modern, for its part, used to present several works each by 10 to 15 artists under the rubric of its “Americans” show.

But a combination of forces threatens to herd all of our major art institutions into the same aesthetic pen. The need to raise and make money sends curators hunting for artists with international star power who work big at least some of the time, deploy multiple entertaining mediums and make for good ad campaigns (like the self-portrait featured in the MoMA ads for its coming exhibition of William Kentridge). The small show devoted to an artist who doesn’t have an immense reputation and worldwide market becomes rarer and rarer.

The consistent exposure to the big-statement solo exhibition becomes self-perpetuating, as these shows condition not only curators but the public to expect more of the same. I realize to my horror, for example, that the idea of seeing a survey of contemporary painting at the Modern makes me squirm. It would look — I don’t know — too messy and emotional, too flat, too un-MoMA.

The New Museum is a notable exception to all this. Compared with other museums in town, it deserves credit for trying to sum up recent trends outside latter-day Post-Minimalism. “Unmonumental,” its inaugural exhibition in its new building, explored recent developments in collage and assemblage, while “After Nature” plunged into a range of mediums in pursuit of a humanistic theme. Both shows sprawled to the point of incoherence but were still ambitious attempts to account for swaths of contemporary art.

The Guggenheim doesn’t play it as safe as the Modern or the Whitney. With its Sehgal show, as with its “Theanyspacewhatever” exhibition in 2008, it acts like a place where anything can happen. But shows where we encounter an artist’s single-minded, highly personal pursuit that proceeds one object at a time tend to feature past masters. The Guggenheim’s recent, fantastic Kandinsky exhibition was an example (as was the Modern’s Ensor show). Yet there are plenty of artists working this way now. They may not be making history (or entertainment, either), but they are still making really good art whose very unfolding has its own integrity and is exciting to see.

I wouldn’t have a problem with these shows of the gods and godlings of Post-Minimalism if they were balanced and mixed with other stuff that is completely different. But that other stuff is largely missing in New York museums, though there is plenty of it around.

It is amazing that some aspect of Laura Owens’s or Dana Schutz’s work is not thought worth some kind of small, well-organized museum show. The same goes for Lari Pittman, who could sustain something larger. European artists, who bring a little more wit and accessibility to Post-Minimalism, include Rosemarie Trockel and Fischli & Weiss. Someone should do a show of the early paintings of Peter Doig.

And there is more demolition work to be done on the master narratives of the recent past. It would be interesting to see how the eccentric California painter Roy De Forest holds up, what with the several returns of representation and of painting since he emerged. Similarly, the midcentury West Coast painter David Park — more than Richard Diebenkorn — could do with another New York retrospective. He’s the kind of artist who can light a fire under a young artist and also teach the public a great deal about looking at painting, a skill we seem to be in danger of losing.

The paintings of John Wesley, an elder statesman of alternative Pop Art, were seen in quantity at the Venice Biennale; he had a retrospective at P.S. 1 in 2000 but has never had a show of any size in a Manhattan museum. Other deserving painters who emerged in the 1940s and 1950s, often working small and usually beyond the pale of Abstract Expressionism, include Alice Trumbull Mason, Beauford Delaney, Steve Wheeler, Loren MacIver and Lois Dodd — who, by the way, is still making art.

You’d never know from looking at museums that figurative painting, running the gamut from realist to quasi-expressionist, is on the rise. (Speaking of which, if some New York curator didn’t see Nicole Eisenman’s recent show at Leo Koenig and at least consider doing a show, we are in trouble.) Some kind of local museum attention could be given to the realist painter Rackstraw Downes, the abstract painters Thomas Nozkowski, Larry Poons and Stanley Whitney, or to an artist like Dona Nelson, who refuses to commit to either camp and whose eccentricities are a good match for Joe Zucker’s. These painters seem slated to become the forgotten artists of the future. David Bates is having a perfectly interesting career without any attention from the New York art establishment, thank you very much.

New York missed out on a recent retrospective of the cantankerous political surrealist Peter Saul. A survey of the work of the painter Jim Nutt — our era’s crazed answer to the Northern Renaissance — being organized by the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago, does not yet have a New York stop. And it has finally been determined that the long overdue survey of the abstract ceramicist Ken Price that has been undertaken by the Los Angeles County Museum of Art will come to the Metropolitan Museum. I’m glad it will be seen here, but the fact that the Guggenheim, the Whitney and the Modern could not fit it into their schedules shows an appalling narrowness of vision. I don’t care how many scheduling conflicts can be cited.

If this sounds harsh, let me also say that I think curators of contemporary art in New York museums have some of the toughest jobs in the art world. They rarely seem able to act on their own without some kind of committee oversight and are under unbelievable pressure to succeed at the box office. Museum gallery space is at a premium and is almost uniformly unforgiving. Excepting the idiosyncratic flexibility of the Guggenheim’s ramp, there is barely a decent gallery among our main museums, although we seem to have stopped talking about the effect this has on curators, their exhibitions and thus on the seeing and comprehending of art.

New York museum curators also have to compete with New York galleries, which are out there discovering new and overlooked artists and — increasingly — mounting invaluable historical shows. At the same time the amount of inspiration and information curators can gain from galleries is unparalleled. However, gathering it requires spending more time seeing shows beyond the six or eight galleries whose artists get most of the big museum shows these days. The idea that a moment’s most visible artists are concentrated in a handful of powerful galleries is only superficially true. By now we know too much not to willfully work against this notion.

Museum curators need to think less about an artist’s career, its breakthroughs and its place in the big picture and more in terms of an artist’s life’s work pursued over time with increasing concentration and singularity.

They have a responsibility to their public and to history to be more ecumenical, to do things that seem to come from left field. They owe it to the public to present a balanced menu that involves painting as well as video and photography and sculpture. They need to think outside the hive-mind, both distancing themselves from their personal feelings to consider what’s being wrongly omitted and tapping into their own subjectivity to show us what they really love.

These things should be understood by now: The present is diverse beyond knowing, history is never completely on anyone’s side, and what we ignore today will be excavated later and held against us the way we hold previous oversights against past generations.

Message to curators: Whatever you’re doing right now, do something else next.

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New drawings

February 7, 2010 at 2:02 pm (art, Uncategorized)

I’ve been working like a fiend, only slowing down to scan in some work just now. I have several larger drawings that need to be professionally photographed, but this one I could fit on my scanner. It’s based on a very loosely rendered Monet:

It’s up now on my newly reconstructed site which I’m going to be adding to a lot over the next few weeks.

Lots of new images coming your way! 🙂

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