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Friday April 20th, 2012
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Catherine Yass at Galerie Lelong

by Dave Willis

Catherine Yass, Lighthouse, 2011. 35 mm film transferred to video, 12 minutes 42 seconds. Courtesy Galerie Lelong

In what amounts to a paean to modern technology, Lighthouse (2011), by Catherine Yass, attempts to aestheticize a functional object (The Royal Sovereign Lighthouse, located off the coast of Sussex, England) by filming it from almost every conceivable angle. To do so, she relies not only upon the technology of her video camera, but also boats, helicopters, and scuba-diving gear. The end result, although more than a little disorienting, is quite beautiful.

It seems she is intentionally trying to make us queasy: her camera bobs up and down on the waves before proceeding to swoop all around the inscrutable structure while executing perspective-flipping pirouettes. The camera repeatedly dips precariously close to the water until it finally dives beneath the surface, thereby freeing us at last from the fear of falling in. Our seasickness dissolves underwater, giving way to a different mode of disorientation: the soothingly abstract blues and greens of the English Channel surge all around us as the cement base of the structure looms in and out of our vision.

Far from feeling jerky, the camera maneuvers are carefully choreographed, such that something as simple as a helicopter slowly circling a lighthouse takes on impressive dramatic tension. One could almost imagine an orchestral score to accompany the film, but instead, all we hear are the dull, muted noises of the waves below and the rotors overhead (except, of course, when the camera is upside down). Yass explicitly states that it is her intention to disorient her viewers by taking them “somewhere slightly different, either physically or somewhere in their mind.” She achieves this objective not only through her acrobatic camera work and subdued soundtrack, but also by projecting the film onto a slightly angled screen, such that it appears not as a rectangle, but more of a rhomboid. The effect is subtle but significant, forcing the audience to stand in a specific area and tilt their necks just one or two degrees to the side.

Catherine Yass, Lighthouse (North north north west), 2011. Photographic transparency, lightbox. 50 3/4 by 40 3/4 by 6 1/2 inches. Courtesy Galerie Lelong.

The video installation is accompanied by four blue light-box images of the same lighthouse. Located in another dark room apart from the video installation, the images all look roughly the same, aside from their varying degrees of solarization. They don’t add too much to the story of the lighthouse; if anything, they tell the story of light itself, as the sun gradually moves behind the lighthouse and the photographs become increasingly solarized. As the solarization intensifies the blue become increasingly saturated, nearly obscuring the lighthouse itself and evoking with light that same progression towards abstraction that was achieved with water in the film.

The lighthouse might seem like an arbitrary choice of subject, but this English artist has made a name for herself by photographing modern structures, with a particular emphasis on the aquatic variety; her work on canal locks, for example, explores many of the same themes. Given the implicit valorization of technology taking place, it makes sense that she should choose a lighthouse, symbolic savior of those disoriented sailors who have drifted off course. Perhaps we are meant to infer that technology can serve as a guiding light for artists as we stumble blindly into a new century?

Not recommended for those prone to seasickness and fear of heights.

Wednesday April 18th, 2012
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Fred Wilson, “Venice Suite: Sala Longhi and Related Works,” Pace Gallery

by Candy Koh

Fred Wilson, Sala Longhi (2011), at Pace Gallery.

A quote by Patrick Mimran comes to mind: “Art doesn’t have to be ugly to look clever.” Fred Wilson’s glass works in “Venice Suite: Sala Longhi and Related Works,” at Pace Gallery, consist of elaborate chandeliers, mirrors and glass droplets, and are undeniably beautiful. He worked with local craftsmen to utilize an old glass tradition from an emblem of Western European art history: Venice, the place known for its “unique visual feast” (as the wall text notes). Venetian art in the 18th century is especially indicative of a preoccupation with aesthetic indulgence, a mindset not so far off from the modernist “art for art’s sake” that would come centuries later. However, the beauty of Wilson’s work derives not from the plastic surface of visual appeal but from his social critique.

Fred Wilson was born in the Bronx in 1954. Over the decades, he has focused a large portion of his works on challenging the ways by which institutions participate in and promote discriminatory ideological programs. His goal has been to offer the perspectives of those that had been thereby marginalized and excluded from the dominant socio-cultural narrative. Wilson’s latest work addresses similar themes specifically through the Venetian lens—a focus especially apparent in the direct link he creates through Sala Longhi (2011), an installation based on paintings by Pietro Longhi at a museum in Venice. The artist utilizes the materials and techniques of a dominant culture to reveal what they have erased in history.

Wilson’s version of the Sala Longhi—a room of paintings specifically devoted to Longhi—recreates the arrangement with framed reflective black glass surfaces that are punctured with scattered oval cut-outs. Placement of the cut-outs is meant to correspond with faces in the original paintings. As the frames do not have any back panels, the holes show what lies directly behind the glass: the painted white wall of the gallery. And are not all traditional exhibition spaces painted white? Here, the whiteness of the walls is made analogous to the whiteness of the faces in Longhi’s revered paintings: institutions still operate by an elitist mechanism.

As we peer through each frame, we also can’t help but notice our own hair disheveled by Chelsea’s riverside wind, dark circles from lack of sleep, a button undone, partially obscured by the scattered holes. The elaborate details etched onto his layered mirrors—Mark (2009) and Bat (2009)—serve a similar function of disrupting what might otherwise be a clearer image of the already dim visage of the spectator. In this way, Wilson places the spectator—you, me, any art lover—into his work, but still as ghosts. At the same time, we realize that the original Longhis did not even allow room for ghosts to hover in the vicinities of their closed-off worlds, discrete samples of what he deemed the everyday Venetian life. As I watched Pace’s lone security guard adjust his tie in front of one frame, I marveled at how far we have come, and how much longer it will take for us to even start to resemble a utopian world.

Sunday April 15th, 2012
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Charles Atlas, “The Illusion of Democracy” at Luhring Augustine Gallery Bushwick (through May 20)

by Naomi Lev

Charles Atlas, 143652 (2012). Video projection, dimensions variable. Courtesy Luhring Augustine Gallery.

The newest and largest work in Charles Atlas’s recent exhibition, “The Illusion of Democracy,” is projected on the rear wall as you enter the exhibition space. Titled 143652 (2012), it stretches from one side of the gallery to the other and floor to ceiling. The numbers 1,2,3,4,5,6, appear in various combinations while a vertical line of light scans the numbers back and forth, from right to left and from left to right. This gray scale projection is occasionally visited by vibrant shades of orange, blue or purple, which fill the screen, creating a projected Barnett Newman-like painting.

This grand single-channel projection was made especially to fit the wall of the new Luhring Augustine Gallery in Bushwick.  With the exhibition’s three projections, Atlas constructed the space to function as a visual-surround-system.  On the left upon entering the space is Painting by Numbers (2011), a psychedelic flow of numbers. The numbers swirl, line up, and explode into small numeric particles, creating an illusion of outer space. On the other side of the gallery is the third installation, Plato’s Alley (2008).  The changing variations of vertical and horizontal white lines eventually create a grid, and the numbers 1 to 6 become its inhabitants.

Born in 1949 in St. Louis, Atlas began his film career in the mid 1970s, collaborating with Merce Cunningham and using experimental film to document dance and music. Atlas describes his experimental films of the artists and performers he collaborated with as portraits, emphasizing not only the subjects’ performative skills but also their unique and colorful personalities. His resumé includes artistic collaborations with such artists as Leigh Bowery, Michael Clark, Douglas Dunn, Marina Abramovic, Yvonne Rainer, Mika Tajima, The New Humans, and Antony and the Johnsons. His current fascination with digital media began in 2003, when he started to experiment with video accompaniments to installations and live dance performances. And as the technology became more available, Atlas pursued his experimentation through computer animation programs.

Charles Atlas, Painting by Numbers (2012). Video projection, dimensions variable. Courtesy Luhring Augustine Gallery.

Using numbers as the formalistic means for artistic expression is a unique choice. In recent interviews Atlas explains that six is the maximum number of digits that a person can remember at a time. He compares his projections with dance, making cabarets of numeric “solos.” The rhythm he talks about can be felt when experiencing the two smaller works. Painting by Numbers creates a feeling of classical music, or contemplative “spacemusic,” while Plato’s Alley’s flashing grid makes you feel like you are witnessing the inside of a techno music system.

“The Illusion of Democracy” is not an ordinary exhibition. You can’t avoid feeling this is a part of a futuristic film, where a tiny you is standing in the middle of a numerical hallucination, hypnotized and scared at the same time. The title might suggest a critical view of technological progress, which Atlas turns into both a calming and an inhuman experience. Being the pioneer figure that he is in film and video, Atlas, I suspect, is ahead of his time concerning digital-installation art. I just might have to view this show again in the millennium promised by futurists (flying cars, silver suits) to be able to fully grasp it.

Monday April 9th, 2012
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2012 NYC Art Fairs

by Kyra Kordoski

The Armory Show 2012

In 2005, designer Tobias Wong, working with fashion label Ju$t another Rich Kid, created a pair of unlimited edition gold-dipped ‘coke spoons’ using readily available objects often employed for drug administration: a Bic pen top (Coke Spoon 01) and a McDonlad’s stir stick (Coke Spoon 02). While Bic apparently took things in stride, the sovereign of addictive junk food was offended by this riff on their golden arches, and served Wong with a cease and desist notice. He duly came up with a replacement. Presented in a velvety black case, Coke Spoon 03 is a small gold cylinder (useful for rolling bills) engraved with five words in simple, cursive script: “All I want is more.”

This self-implicating comment on addiction, consumption, perpetual dissatisfaction and the fundamentally gratuitous nature of luxury goods could well be applied to New York’s art fairs, as the most recent Armory extravaganza palpably demonstrated. Launched in 1994, the fair quickly outgrew its Gramercy Hotel roots as more and more galleries applied to participate, and more and more people packed the aisles. It was accordingly transplanted to the piers. Now in its 18th year, the Armory is an over-ripe seedpod that has burst, scattering smaller versions of itself around the immediate vicinity. Its offshoots include Scope, Volta, Independent, and Moving Image. The hope, evidently, is that an antidote for the unmanageable glut of Armory can be found by launching more fairs.

The intention in creating—or importing—a new fair to coincide with the Armory must be some combination of desiring a piece of the pie and believing one can build a better fair (or, at least, provide something that is currently lacking). While the Armory leans heavily towards more established careers, Volta highlights emerging and so-far-overlooked artists, and is based entirely on solo projects. Independent states on its website that it was launched specifically as a fair run by and for gallerists. Scope, also in the emergent vein, presents itself as the young, hip fair, and in its pursuit of cool-over-corporate has gone so far as to instate a 26-year-old intern as director. Moving Image gives video art its own forum.

Janet Biggs, "Predator and Prey," Moving Image NY 2012

When it came down to it, the overall spectrum of work was not radically different from fair to fair. The exception was obviously Moving Image. Each of the others offered a thoroughly sifted mix of various media, from paintings to plug-ins. A number of trends were discernible across the board, in particular: early modern influences; tiny screens embedded in paintings and sculptures; a form of Juxtapoz magazine-esque Art Brut rendered in delirious color; serial miniatures. The underlying motivation appeared to be an effort to combine the perceived integrity of by-gone eras with the excitement of modern technology. And one can of course make sweeping generalizations: the work at the Armory was the most polished and confident, Scope’s was the most vibrant and devil-may-care, Independent had a certain rough, quirky character and Volta, true to stated form, seemed most like an Armory in waiting.

What was most viscerally demonstrated by this commercial conglomeration, though, is the impact architecture has on the way we experience art. It was very difficult to get past the low ceilings, fluorescent lighting and flimsy trade-fair walls at Volta—it was worse than the unending swathes of gray at the Armory Contemporary, by far. Scope, on the other hand, was set up in a bright tent that allowed plenty of natural light and featured polished wood floors, putting one in a much more agreeable frame of mind. Independent’s vertically stacked spaces at the tall ex-DIA building in Chelsea were most like a familiar gallery environment, which eased the heavy sense of ‘Marketplace’ that permeated the other three. Installing Moving Image in the Waterfront New York Tunnel was inspired. The series of screens both standing freely and suspended throughout the dim, brick, cavern-like space was evocative; it’s hard to imagine there could have been anything less engaging than flat screens placed in otherwise empty booths. In 1976, Brian O’Doherty published a hugely influential series of essays in Artforum, which were republished in 1999 as Inside the White Cube: The Ideology of the Gallery Space. In them, he thoroughly analyses and emphasizes the crucial role particularities of a gallery space—both physical and socio-economic—play in our comprehension of art. This perspective is now generally accepted. Regardless, unless prompted by an explicit designation of site-specificity, we rarely consider the structure of a given building when we discuss the art inside it. Armory weekend is a vivid reminder of how important this relationship is.

To return to the disheartening commercial spectacle of the contemporary art fair, it is worth considering that as damning as Wong’s Coke Spoons are, their very act of self-criticism asserts, paradoxically, that the potential artworks have to offer culturally valuable ideas is not automatically erased by their insertion into an economic market, no matter how voracious. This is not to say that the intention of all or any of the artworks displayed at the fairs this year was to criticize the commodification of art. But Wong’s pieces, which are now part of SFMOMA’s permanent collection, and which in an ideal (or at least more fun) world would be included free with every Armory purchase, do have a robust criticality that is broadly applicable. If we believe that art can transcend something so fundamental as object-ness there must be some potential for it to withstand a trade fair, even while situated inside of one.

However. Given that, as everyone is wont to lament, art fairs are a frustrating and anxiety-inducing environment in which to situate art, even (or particularly?) for the buyers and sellers, the pertinent question is, ‘How can we do this better’? How can we balance the need for galleries and artists to obtain the financial investment necessary for their existence with a respectful setting that emphasizes the qualities of art we value as opposed to inflating its vulnerabilities? It could be interesting if it were feasible for galleries to share space more often, if the many hundred flimsy walls could come down, allowing curation to extend beyond the white booth. As a first step, we need to continually question our quest for more. Ideally, art can offer more understanding, more questioning, more maturity, more experimentation, more ideological freedom, more social responsibility. It is far to often co-opted into providing more status symbols, more spin, more pretension, more ostentation, more contrivance. Ultimately, the most important thing major art fairs could afford us is a learning experience.

Tuesday April 3rd, 2012
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Franklin Evans, “eyesontheedge,” Sue Scott Gallery, through April 15

by Matthew Farina

Franklin Evans, "eyesontheedge," mixed mediums, dimensions variable, 2012. Installation view. Courtesy Sue Scott Gallery.

Remaining pictorially rich while colorfully abstract, Franklin Evans’ newest work surrounds the viewer on the floor and the walls in his current exhibition.  Stepping into the space, one must walk, despite initial hesitation, on a bookshelf positioned face-up on the floor with Plexiglas covering it for foot traffic.  Entering into the space in this way is like crossing a threshold characterized by Evans’ literary and critical interests, which proliferate in the show.  Titled “eyesontheedge,” Evans’ second solo show at Sue Scott presents the notion of the “artist as reader,” while including mashups of color and geometry that characterizes his relatively formal aesthetic leanings.

Situated more like a single in-progress installation than separate completed works, Evans’ show grabs for material rawness but first demands a few moments to figure out what you’re looking at. Printed or painted ephemera is affixed to the gallery floor, and unstretched canvases presented with the casualness of a studio-visit are found close to loosely related ephemera—strung up, taped, tacked, printed or photocopied.  The paintings on canvas are layered with vividly intersecting lines that resemble layered painter’s tape, perhaps used to edge and re-edge the pigment in stripes that refract with kaleidoscopic flux. As acid greens, soft oranges, and canary yellows surround a central axis in memorydoubled (2012), the painting grounds the installation with an entry point that, in an otherwise chaotic environment, provides a desirable but unrestrictive focal point.

Franklin Evans, "eyesontheedge," installation view. Courtesy Sue Scott Gallery.

Overall, Evans’ geometric interests communicate with formal sharpness, but the printed and found imagery surrounding it breaks the formality.  Viewers learn about Evans’ personal life through snapshots of friends and lovers; there are also film stills and ephemera the artist simply found and enjoyed. Homoerotic fragments augment the autobiographical openness viewers may feel in the photographic components of his work. At times, the installation elements can be somewhat distracting.  Sheets of paper taped to the floor feel more like unconsidered filler when crinkling underneath your feet.   Conversely, small printed images taped along corners and hung on strings communicate with a lackluster fussiness.

These qualities are easily overshadowed by the strength of 1967, the one sound-based work in the show.  In this piece, a card table in the middle of the gallery supports a Macbook that plays readings from art criticism, biographies and various other texts—the original pages for which, in some cases, are photocopied with Evans’ notations and taped to the walls. The voices of five readers speak the lines with sensational flair.  Justin Spring’s Secret Historian, passages from issues of October and other literary bits are plucked out of the texts and spoken with singular conviction.  Certain lines direct the viewer’s thoughts both outside and further inside Evans’ show. “Wiener’s canvases look at the idea of something, rather than something of it itself,” was a line recited with directness by an anonymous male reader.  Another of the 350 recorded lines played twice in 15 minutes; “Color patterns are seen as elaborations of the elementary pure qualities of yellow, red, blue.”  The sentences and sentence fragments give a sensual form and personality to the show while reminding us of the artist’s library, which literally paves the entryway.

Despite the clarity gained from 1967, nothing in “eyesontheedge” is easily defined.  Evans’ impressively raw use of materials presents a mixed-media amalgamation of his life and interests—visual and otherwise. The work is more of an overall experience than an opportunity to see discrete art objects.  Most interestingly, Evans’ critical and literary inclinations are effectively embedded in the presentation of his abstract painting.  After leaving “eyesontheedge,” it’s satisfying to ponder the essence of Evans’ very individual practice as a whole—one that spills over into broad cultural engagement, color-rich materiality and a personal willingness to string it all together.

Friday March 2nd, 2012
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“Surface, Support, Process: The 1960s Monochrome,” The Guggenheim Museum

by Jessica Holmes

Robert Mangold, "1/3 Gray-Green Curved Area," 1966. Oil on Masonite, 48 by 84 inches. Courtesy Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum.

It was a one-colored world on the Upper East Side this winter. While Luxembourg & Dayan extended their popular exhibition Grisaille, featuring works executed mainly in gray, the Guggenheim Museum of Art hosted an exhibition similar in theme, though divergent in execution. Surface, Support, Process: The 1960s Monochrome in the Guggenheim Collection, showcased ten works from the museum’s permanent collection. Whereas Alison Gingeras, the curator of Grisaille, used the notion of “gray” as an excuse to bring together an impressive number of expensive works while sidestepping an actual thesis, the Surface, Support, Process curators Megan Fontanella and Lauren Hinkson seem to have considered thematic cohesion when making their selections for this tightly focused show. The outcome was a thoughtful, sedate meditation offered by an institution not often regarded as being especially thoughtful or sedate.

As the upcoming John Chamberlain exhibition was being installed in the Guggenheim’s main rotunda, much of the iconic building was closed off to patrons. As a result, disappointed visitors crammed into the Thannhauser Collection, a selection of some of the museum’s choice holdings permanently installed in the larger of the two annex galleries on the second floor.

Surface, Support, Process was located in a smaller gallery off this larger one—a remote area in the museum where few seemed to venture, at least on the day I was there. The stillness, in combination with the large and muted artworks, created an unearthly atmosphere in the gallery. Quite a few of the pieces were white, gray, or shades of white or gray. As I walked through the room, I felt as if I was communing with ghosts. Though it went unmentioned, the tenets of Minimalism were acutely felt. In their brief introductory statement, the curators noted that by adhering to one color (or tonal range), artists in the 1960s were able to fully explore the possibilities of not only their materials, but also their chosen mediums. Their assertion was nicely supported by the chosen work.

To the left upon entering the gallery, the viewer was confronted by two enormous Robert Ryman works dominating one alcove of the space. Surface Veil II (c. 1970), and Surface Veil III (1971), were the alpha and the omega of the exhibition, and they set its tone. Ryman mixed white oil paint with blue chalk on both canvases, resulting in paintings where, though the white dominates, suggestions of color are noticeable. A close reading of the two works even reveals bright blue edges around the huge swathes of white—evidence of the pure colored chalk that has been mostly diluted. The two elucidate Ryman’s abiding interest in his materials, and when inspected closely the mottled exteriors of his canvases give the uncanny feeling of apparitions arising from their surfaces.

Though several of the artists one might expect were accounted for, it was refreshing to see several unlikelier—that is not to say unknown—artists included in the exhibition. Untitled (1962) by Tadaaki Kuwayama is an austerely composed, yet deeply felt work. Onto four boards that he assembled into a larger square, the artist mounted Japanese paper by means of white acrylic paint washes. There is fragility to the piece and I found the textural effect of the strips of delicate paper surprisingly affecting, as if I was inspecting clean bandages wrapped gingerly around a fresh wound.

I also had a visceral reaction to John McCracken’s Blue Plank (1969). Its aggressively sunny blue was an obvious standout in the otherwise subdued room. The consistency of color and simplicity of form is an occasion to examine closely the surface of the sculpture. Despite its industrially manufactured appearance, McCracken made it by hand through a painstaking method of pouring resin over a fiberglass-coated plywood board, then sanding and buffing to achieve the desired effect.  A close inspection of its surface yields no blemishes. Blue Plank was paired with a Robert Mangold work, Neutral Pink Area (1966). Though much subtler than the McCracken piece (the two irregularly-shaped boards mounted together range in shade gradation from sand to salmon), this work was the other clear shot of color in the room. Together, the two engaged in resonant conversation. Looking at them after having viewed quite a few gray or white works in succession by artists like Agnes Martin, Brice Marden, and Ellsworth Kelly, I felt reenergized, as if biting into a grapefruit first thing in the morning.

As a whole, the selected pieces offered a measured contemplation of a specific moment in American art; the show’s intimate scale also helps. By choosing to highlight only a handful of works, the curators allowed for unhurried reflection on the part of the viewer. The approach is quite different from that undertaken in the Grisaille exhibition. While fun to look at, the centuries-spanning works assembled seemed hung less for their purpose of similarity in color—the ostensible thesis for the show—than for their desirability as objects of conspicuous consumption.

In an age where boutique shops claim to “curate” their spring shoe selections, and gourmet grocery stores “curate” their spice offerings, the very notion of what it means to curate seems to be in a state of flux. Funnily enough, the Guggenheim is the institution that has probably done most to morph the idea of what it means to curate in the twenty-first century.  Nonetheless, the museum that gave us “The Art of the Motorcycle,” the Giorgio Armani show, and the Matthew Barney spectacle has now given us something entirely different—a successful exercise in old-school curating, where thoughtful research and a careful assemblage of work prevailed.

Friday March 2nd, 2012
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“Hide/Seek: Difference and Desire in American Portraiture,” Brooklyn Museum

by Karen Lefcourt-Taylor

Berenice Abbott, Janet Flanner, 1927. Gelatin silver print, 9 1/2 by 7 3/8 in. Courtesy Brooklyn Museum

A Berenice Abbott photographic portrait from 1927 features Janet Flanner. She appears androgynous, self-assured and strong as she gazes directly into the camera, directly into the viewer.  She wears a theatrical top hat signaling both the performative nature of gender and also conventional “masculinity.”  There are two masks strapped around that hat, just above her gaze, suggesting multiple disguises as well as the dual roles that she may play. The presence of the masks makes an almost overt reference to her alter ego and literary pseudonym, Genet. The work conjures the ways in which a person’s gendered self, erotic nature, and sexual desire are bound up with personal identity and, as such, play an essential role in artistic expression. This is a central theme in the exhibition “Hide/Seek: Difference and Desire in American Portraiture.”

Co-curated by Jonathan Katz and David C. Ward and first on view at The National Portrait Gallery, the exhibition is now at The Brooklyn Museum. Spanning 100 years of art and several movements, it interprets the idea of portraiture generously in its selection of work, which includes painting, works on paper, sculpture, photography, film, and even installation art. The curatorial intent is to “explore the role of sexual identity” in American portraiture and to bring themes of same-sex desire into mainstream view.  The use of the word “different” in the exhibit title seems more in keeping with binary notions of gender and sexuality than with suggesting the idea of a spectrum of diverse desires, sexual practices, and gender presentations. This limitation notwithstanding, the exhibition does function to highlight the strong presence that both gay and lesbian artists have had in the art world over the last century.

It’s easy to criticize the show for what it fails to include. For one, it is male-centric in its scope, especially in the sections devoted to the mid 20th century through the present.  Moreover, the curators have largely chosen to avoid work that is bold or challenging with regard to gender and sexuality from the seventies to the present. Instead, the work representing this period feels tame and the conspicuous absence of certain well-known pieces makes the exhibit feel as if it had been museum washed, or censored.  It is not that all of the artists well known for boundary-pushing work on sexuality and gender are altogether excluded, but rather that the works the curators have chosen by artists like Catherine Opie, Robert Mapplethorpe, Nan Goldin, and Larry Clark seem “establishment” and purposefully chosen to be inoffensive. Furthermore, what feels wholly unarticulated in the exhibit is the modern and contemporary queer. One of a few exceptions is the lone work by Cass Bird, I Look Just Like My Daddy (2003). The exhibit would have benefited from contemporary work by an artist like AL Steiner, who really takes risks in exploring sexuality, desire and gender. Even the inclusion of work by ‘straight’ artists who play with gender and sexuality like Cindy Sherman, Vito Acconci, Mathew Barney, or The Chapman Brothers would have been welcome.

AA Bronson, "Felix, June 5, 1994." 1994. Lacquer on vinyl, 84 by 168 in. Courtesy Brooklyn Musuem

An exception to the overall ‘G’ rating of the show is the daring photograph by A.A Bronson, Felix, June 5, 1994 (1994), which shows a man’s atrophied body post-mortem, propped up in his death-bed. Often criticized for its shock value, the work is undeniably provocative. Interestingly, while at times sexuality gets a somewhat muted treatment, the subject of AIDS does not. The loss that overcame the homosexual community in the eighties and nineties as a result of AIDS is palpably experienced in this piece as well as in works by Bill Jacobson, David Wojnarowicz, and Felix Gonzalez-Torres. The exhibit appears to all lead up to this morbid finish. It seems an unintended moralistic message.

While it is perhaps easy to criticize “Hide/Seek”  for what it isn’t, there are many strengths and accomplishments in what it is. The exhibition tells a rich historical story. Wall texts, for the most part, complement the visual work, sharing interesting social information about the artist or persons depicted and their coterie.  Organized chronologically, the exhibition begins with some of the most surprising and delightful work on view.

There is an excitement in seeing this early work that arises from the tension created by its depictions of “forbidden” desires and behaviors. Sometimes this takes the form of suggesting a subtle line crossing, for example between male camaraderie and homosexual yearning, as in J.C Leyendecker’s Men Reading (1914). Or the way in which the all-male audience’s gaze, in Thomas Eakins Salutat (1898), seems to be subtly yet salaciously focused on the backside of the toned male athlete. Other gems among the early works are Romaine Brooks’s depictions of gender non-conforming women, Self-Portrait (1923) and Una, Lady Troubridge (1924). In each, a woman peeks out from under masculine  (even drag) clothing and reveals herself as queer. It is satisfying to see same-sex desire and homoerotic imagery from the early twentieth century.

It is especially fascinating to encounter George Bellows’s lithograph, The Shower-Bath (1917), which shows an effeminate bather pointing his backside toward a butch-looking man who holds his towel at his groin, concealing his arousal in the crowded public bathhouse. The wall text explains that while the feminine man would have been marked as queer, the masculine one would have escaped marking because this was “what men do.” It is most interesting to note that this is a lithograph produced in multiple, suggesting that there was a market for this imagery.

Among other highlights are Abbott’s portraits  (including that of Janet Flanner), which feature members of the “fashionable… wealthy expatriate lesbian” scene in Paris. The wall texts here, and elsewhere, conjure secret worlds where “sexuality was fluid” and people were “free to experiment.”  Another nearby wall text describes a salon that included Marcel Duchamp and was hosted by “New York’s cultural elite in [a] flamboyantly decorated upper east side apartment.”  Viewers are invited into a vivid fantasy about life in these particular times and spaces where gay literary and artistic glitterati consorted.

There are other great moments throughout the exhibit, from early homoerotic works by Charles Demuth (1983-1935) to mid-century coded abstractions by Marsden Hartley and Robert Rauschenberg. Frank O’Hara looms large in postwar works on view, with a nude portrait of him by Larry Rivers taking center stage. There are a number of references to Walt Whitman, for example the fiercely moving work by David Hockney entitled We Two Boys, Together Clinging (1961).

Overall, the exhibition recontextualizes significant artists and artworks by asking viewers to consider sexuality within the “portraits.”. .Most notably successful perhaps is the work of Robert Rauschenberg and Jasper Johns. While the youthful relationship between Rauschenberg and Johns is well known, looking at their work in this context clarifies the intimate references can be that traced through their early work.

When I first heard about this curatorial effort, I was skeptical of what seemed an attempt to highlight an under-represented theme for political reasons. How could it not be reductionist, and to some extent prevent the work from really being seen in its wholeness? Yet my most optimistic and private self was thrilled to see curators take on such important, fascinating and exciting territory. Overall, my optimism was in large part rewarded.

Monday February 20th, 2012
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Doug Wheeler at David Zwirner

by Jackie McAllister

Doug Wheeler, "SA MI 75 DZ NY 12" (1975/2012). Installation. Courtesy David Zwirner Gallery.

On farthest West 19th Street, in a taxi-garage-turned-white-cube-gallery, the American artist Doug Wheeler (b. 1939) has staged SA MI 75 DZ NY 12 (1975/2012) which explores light’s materiality “while emphasizing the viewer’s physical experience of infinite space.” In a career nascent within the California Light-and-Space movement of the late 1960s and early 1970s, this is the belated first presentation in New York of an “infinity environment” by the hitherto relatively obscure artist.

The mechanics of Wheeler’s spatially ambiguous environment are similar in technique to those employed in an advertising photography studio. Like seamless photograph backdrop paper, reinforced fiberglass is curved away from right angles and extended from floor to ceiling, and horizontally from left to right. Light-emitting diodes, high intensity and UV fluorescent, as well as quartz halogen lights are then arranged between the translucent scrims of a box-within-a-box structure to further the ambiguity of the room’s volume.

Wheeler has said, “I wanted to effect a dematerialization so that I could deal with the dynamics of the particular space. It was a real space—not illusory—it was a cloud of light in constant flux. That molecular mist is the most important thing I do. It comes out of my way of seeing from living in Arizona—and the constant awareness of the landscape and the clouds.”

Infinite, pure spaces and “a cloud of light” might well be experienced within Wheeler’s unfathomable vista, while also conjuring associations not intended by either the artist or his gallery.

The artist was raised in the high desert of Arizona, located westwards of the Nevada National Security Site, previously the Nevada Test Site, about 65 miles northwest of Las Vegas. Formerly known as the Nevada Proving Grounds, the site was established in 1951 for the testing of nuclear devices. It’s from the Nevada Test Site that many of the iconic images of the nuclear era come. So is a residual image developed from the blinding light that accompanies a nuclear explosion recorded in Wheeler’s obliterated horizon?

In 1975, Wheeler executed the first of his “infinity environments” by creating an expansive all-white room that simulated dawn, day, and dusk in continual succession. The following year, in May 1976, Steven Spielberg, who as a teenager made his first films in Arizona, began filming Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977) in the Sonoran Desert, which covers large parts of the Southwestern United States and Northwest Mexico. (Douglas Trumbull, who had worked on, contributed to, or was responsible for the special photographic effects of 2001: A Space Odyssey [1968], served as the visual effects supervisor.) Many viewers of a certain age will be reminded of the backlit aliens who inhabit a light-filled spacecraft while waiting their turn to step into Wheeler’s installation and watching black-clad Chelsea gallery-goers express their phenomenological wonder when surrounded by his industrial light-and-hokum.

Indeed, the grandest service Wheeler seems to have provided is to have granted his gallerist a vision of the already-gargantuan salons—the Emporia DZ— infinitely expanded, unfettered by the gridded constraints of Manhattan real estate. But, one wonders, how could the On Kawara Date Paintings, shown next door, be hung on these ever-distant, ethereal walls that may never be reached?

Friday January 27th, 2012
Filed under Reviews, Spring 2012

Michael Snow, “In the Way,” Jack Shainman

by Carina Badalamenti

Michael Snow, "La Ferme," 1998. Color photograph, 34 inches by 24 feet. Courtesy Jack Shainman Galelry.

What sensations do digital images produce for us and why have we become so far removed from reality? Michael Snow sees technologically mediated vision as becoming more primary than real life observations, and he questions how this affects our experiences. “In the Way,” at Jack Shainman Gallery, consists of four works by the Canadian sculptor and video artist, now in his eighties. They investigate sensation and perception through various media, much like Snow’s seminal La Region Central (1971), which explored the relationship between viewer and artwork. At first glance, the work in the show seems cherry-picked for its diversity, but then harmonizes in that it forces us to observe the disjunctive qualities that arise when digital images become an extension of our eyes.

In the entry of the gallery, La Ferme (1998) greets us with the same enthusiasm one may expect from the grazing cows that are its subject (i.e., not much). It is a photograph of several frames of 16mm film, presented as a horizontal scroll at eye level. Tucked away twofold in tall grass, the cows are barricaded by a fence and by the black bands that mask each slightly crowded frame. From the outside looking in, we see the cows imprisoned, or maybe it is the reverse.

Michael Snow, "The Viewing of Six New Works," 2012. 7 looped video projections, silent. Courtesy Jack Shainman Gallery.

Made this year, The Viewing of Six New Works is a simplistic video projection in which a rectangle moves around a fixed frame. The movements of the rectangle are supposed to be informed by the movement of a person looking at an artwork. Like six shows of the same shadow puppet, the neon-colored rectangles inch and sometimes bolt through the viewable space. While it can hardly be called entertaining, this work stops nearly everyone, making them watch all six clips in search of nuance.

In the Way (2011) was shot by rigging a camera to the back of a moving truck, facing the ground. The footage is projected from the ceiling of the gallery onto the floor. The viewer can step onto the projection, which inevitably casts a crisp black shadow on the floor. Twenty-three minutes in total, the loop moves from grassy field to babbling stream to muddy puddle to gravel. Sometimes soft and inviting, other times spastic, it produces the inertial nostalgia of looking down the side of a moving boat, but not quite. A real footprint shows through the image on the gallery floor and eyes strain to focus on the clinically bright pixelated square framed on the concrete.

While the show did invite a rich conversation about sensation and perception, these were some very straightforward demonstrations of how the intervention of technology in images creates a removal from reality. Snow proves that while the issue of “digital age” media falls suspect of being a cliché, we are asked to experience their effects little. “In the Way” suggests that despite the ubiquity of digital images, there is also a dance around them, and we are not really sure what to make of them.

Monday December 19th, 2011
Filed under Fall 2011, Reviews, Uncategorized

On Georges-Pierre Seurat’s “The Channel at Gravelines, Evening”

by Collin Sundt

Georges-Pierre Seurat, The Channel at Gravelines, Evening, 1890, oil on canvas, 25 by 32 inches, courtesy Museum of Modern Art, New York.

Somehow, the images always seem to be the same, and yet never really are.  The scene might be set in Paris, or perhaps in a bucolic and now forgotten port town.  People are often absent, but when present, are stylized and rendered as beautiful impossibilities.  The rosy glow of Impressionism tinges everything, but what is pictured extends far beyond the rote beauty of the sun’s shifting rays.  Georges-Pierre Seurat painted pointillist fantasies in which the sun is always setting, the remaining light of the day filtered not though dust but through stippled, composited specks of unmixed color. Continue reading…

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