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Photo Diary: de Kooning: a Retrospective, at MoMA — the black and whites.


Painting, 1948, by Willem de Kooning. (Photos by C-M.)

As I’m sure you’ve well read by now, the Willem de Kooning retrospective at MoMA is all kinds of gangbusters. I’m not going to get into some dissertation about what he and his work signified, because I think there have been plenty of those — among them, the comprehensive 500-page catalogue. But I did want to highlight one of the aspects of the show I really dug: the black and white paintings from the late 1940s — mainly because I’m a sucker for black and white, but also because they seem to revel in a certain gritty New York City-ness (that seems to no longer exist). They also look like a type of proto-graffiti, what Jed Perl describes in New Art City in the following way: “De Kooning’s nitty-gritty New York was all knock-you-in-the-teeth actualities, all surprising particulars: the dramatically contrasted sizes of adjacent buildings, the abandoned lots and demolition sites, the oil stains and graffiti on the pavements, the reflections of neon signs on wet streets.”

This is also an opportunity to pimp my podcasts on New York City in the time of the Abstract Expressionists. Many more pictures after the jump.

de Kooning: A Retrospective is on view through January 9 at the Museum of Modern Art.

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Calendar. 09.29.11.


Bag Lady in Flight, by David Hammons — ca. 1970s (reconstructed 1990). Part of the exhibit Now Dig This! Art and Black Los Angeles, 1960-1980, at the Hammer Museum. Opens Sunday, in Westwood. (Collection of Eileen Norton, courtesy of the Hammer Museum.)

If there was one place I wish I could be this week, it’s SoCal, for the official launch of Pacific Standard Time. There’s gonna be all kinds of great exhibits. Below, I’ve listed some of the ones opening this week that have caught my eye. (Don’t forget Asco at LACMA, which has already opened.)  Naturally, there are many others coming up, so check out the Getty’s hub website for a complete list of all the related exhibits.

 

Relentless Self-Promotion: On Studio 360 talking Asco.


Spraypaint LACMA, 1972. (Image courtesy of Harry Gamboa.)

Hey Folks:

I did a feature story on the L.A. Chicano art collective Asco for Studio 360 (complete with reference to Chihuahua skulls), tied to their big retrospective at LACMA. It’s my first big piece for Studio 360, so please have a listen!!

xox,
C.

Calendar. 09.15.11.


Silver Dollar (Ruinas), by Diego J. Garza. Part of the exhibit After the Gold Rush: Reflections and Postscripts on the National Chicano Moratorium of August 29th, 1970, at the Vincent Price Art Museum. Opens Friday at 6pm, in Monterey Park. (Image courtesy of VPAM.)

  • L.A.: Roberts and Tilton is hosting a book party for the launch of L.A. Object & David Hammons Body Prints this Saturday at 5pm in Culver City. This sounds like the kinda book I’d want to read.
  • L.A.: Andrea Zittel at Regen Projects. Opens Friday, in West Hollywood.
  • L.A.: Gronk, Empty Lines, at L2kontemporary. Opens Saturday, in Echo Park.
  • Long Beach: MEX/LA: Mexican Modernism(s) in Los Angeles 1930-1985, at the Museum of Latin American Art. Opens Sunday.
  • NYC: And Another Thing, a group show, at the CUNY Graduate Center on Fifth Avenue. Through October 29, in Midtown.
  • Plus, find all my latest NYC recommends over at Gallerina — including the all-kinds-of-awesome de Kooning retrospective at MoMA… Don’t miss!

Calendar. 08.18.11.


An installation view from Extended Collapse, by Annie Han and Daniel Mihalyo, otherwise known as Lead Pencil Studio. The piece is part of an installation that is now on view at the Scottsdale Museum of Contemporary Art, in Arizona, through October 16. Architect Magazine has a short piece and slideshow on the Seattle-based duo. (Image courtesy of Lawrimore Project.)

  • L.A.: Ai Weiwei, Zodiac Heads, at LACMA. Opens Saturday, in the Fairfax District.
  • NYC: 1911 and The End, two group shows at Christopher Henry Gallery. Opens today, in SoHo.
  • Plus, find my favorite NYC summer shows over at Gallerina. (You’ve got one day left on the post-punk posters at Kasher! Totally worth it…)

 

Calendar. 08.11.11.


Sister Cool, 1974, by Dennis Morris. Part of the exhibit Becoming: Photographs from the Wedge Collection, exploring the depiction of African-Americans in photography, at the Nasher Museum of Art at Duke University. Opens today. (Image courtesy of the Nasher.)

Calendar. 07.14.11.


Untitled, 1985, by Yayoi Kusama. Part of the exhibit Possible Worlds: Mario Ybarra, Jr., Karla Diaz and Slanguage Studio Select From the Permanent Collections, at LACMA. Through September 25, in the Fairfax District. Mario and Karla are the coolest peeps ever. Go see this show!!! (Image courtesy of LACMA.)

  • L.A.: Distant Star, an exhibition inspired by the writings of Roberto Bolaños, at Regen Projects. Opens today.
  • L.A.: Cordy Ryman and Kiel Johnson, Construct, at Mark Moore. Opens Saturday at 6pm, in Culver City.
  • S.F.: Division of Labor, a four-day performance arts fest, with Nao Bustamente, Leticia Castaneda, Daniel Blomquist and many others, at The Lab. Kicks off Friday at 8pm.
  • Chicago: Amy Casey, Boomtown, at Zg Gallery. Opens Friday, at 5:30pm.
  • NYC: Box Hockey closing party at Pandemic Gallery. This Friday at 8pm. This will be the most fun you’ll have with a broom handle and a hockey puck. Do. Not. Miss. Also: Bring Band-Aids.
  • London: The Animation Show, at the Barbican. Through September 11. If anything, be sure to click through and watch Run Wrake’s rabbit animation. Whoa.
  • Plus: Get the rest of my NYC listings over at Gallerina — complete with Muppets!!!

Calendar. 06.30.11.


Untitled, date unknown, a photograph by Ralph Eugene Meatyard, from the solo exhibit Dolls and Masks, at the Art Institute of Chicago. Opens Saturday. This looks like it’s gonna be pretty boss. (Image courtesy of the Estate of Ralph Eugene Meatyard, Courtesy Fraenkel Gallery, San Francisco.)

Miscellany. 06.28.11.


One of the best visual tricks in Ryan Trecartin’s solo show at PS1: A mirror on the floor reflected the video on the screen on the wall — allowing the viewer to take in the already-hallucinatory spectacle upside down. (Photo by C-M.)

Ryan Trecartin at PS1
I’ve been pondering the Ryan Trecartin show over at PS1 and felt like I needed to come back to it in a more meaningful way, since I think that my initial assessment was quite glib. I’m gonna be honest: the work still grates on my nerves. The relentless Alvin and the Chipmunks talk inspires a prejudice I don’t know that I can overcome. (I also find Elmo exasperating, so it may just be me.)

An image of one of Trecartin's works at the New Museum, in 2009. (Photo by C-M.)

But, the show at PS1 did make me appreciate Trecartin’s work more than I had in the past. I’d seen his videos at the Hammer Museum in L.A. a few years back and they’d pretty much driven me nuts. I appreciated what he was doing visually: the gender-bending, the banal, suburban-style backdrops peopled by surreal scenarios and the self-centered internet-ish habit of having characters speak over each other rather than engage in dialogue. But the cumulative effect of spending a couple of hours watching his videos left me feeling as if I’d been subjected to an eternity of Nyah Nyah Cat. It was an orgy of excess — with characters who were excessive, scenarios that were excessive, dialogue that was excessive, overstimulation delivered in industrial doses, the raging American id as channeled by the YouTube generation.

Bradbury's classic sci-fi work, set in a dystopic future where you can't turn the walls off

His work is still about excess — the show at PS1 eats up a whole lot of real estate and no doubt has a fairly spectacular carbon footprint. But I have to admit that the surreal sculptural sets from which you view the work made this exhibit, more than any other I’ve seen of his, far more intriguing. The squishy chairs and giant headsets left me feeling as if I was truly part of the work. In addition, the wall-sized video projections gave the whole thing a kind of sci-fi vibe. In fact, as my partner-in-crime reminded me, it was right out of Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 — a world in which the walls talk and the citizenry has no ability to turn them off. Montag, the main character bemoans this condition: “Nobody listens anymore. I can’t talk to the walls because they’re yelling at me. I can’t talk to my wife; she listens to the walls.”

Viewed in that light, I came away respecting the gesture, even if the tweaky nature of the characters still left me irritated. And even though it left me wondering at what point an artist’s commentary becomes the act that he’s critiquing. But maybe that’s the point…

On Generation Blank

Generation Blank, per Jerry Saltz. (Illustration by Jacob Thomas, nabbed from NY Mag.)

It seems like the week’s talked-about essay is Jerry Saltz’s piece about the cerebral, content-free creation of so many art school types: “These artists draw their histories and images only from a super-attenuated gene pool. It’s all-parsing, all the time.” (Which kinda reminds me of this little bit from Tom Wolfe.) But the sentiments echo what Holland Cotter had said earlier in his review of El Museo’s (S) Files Bienal:

In short, the ‘The (S) Files’ confirms what should be obvious but rarely is in the art world: there are scads of artists out there with careers and lives that don’t, whether by chance or by choice, revolve around a few square blocks of mid-Manhattan art real estate. At the same time another truth is demonstrated: In a highly competitive market that turns art schools into art mills, a lot of art, no matter where it comes from, looks like a lot of other art everywhere.

Kyle Chayka at Hyperallergic thinks some critics just aren’t looking hard enough for good work. I think I land somewhere in the middle: you’ll always find something fresh if you search for it, just like you might find orchids in a swamp, but it might mean a whole lotta slogging through navel-gazey art school mumbo jumbo to turn it up.

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On Preservation: Cronocaos, Rem Koolhaas at the New Museum (Updated).

Surely the best exhibit caption I've ever read: "Minimalism remains the preferred mode of conspicuous consumption. What existential 'pain' needs so many cushions?"

Utter the words “historic district” and chances are it is will describe some hyper-quaint downtown chock full of gift shops, antique stores and candy emporiums that dispense fudge — photogenic spots where all evidence of daily life (supermarkets, drug stores, gas stations) is abolished in favor of providing camera-strapped hordes with postcard views. I’ve long been intrigued by these hyperreal destinations, which are sold as historic, but seem anything but. It is for this reason that I found the Cronocaos show at the New Museum so thought provoking. (And yes, I know it closed almost a month ago, but these days, I’m a little slow on the uptake.)

Organized by starchitect Rem Koolhaas, of the Office of Metropolitan Architecture, the exhibit provided a highly critical examination of the way in which cities undertake historic preservation efforts. The show, as has been reported — in ArtInfo, the Times and the New Yorker — is kind of a hot mess. Koolhaas throws around some alarming (not entirely substantiated) figures about the percentage of the earth’s surface that is allegedly guarded by some form of preservationist protection. He posits that historic preservation efforts are generally haphazard, that preservation can result in a saccharine sameness (new houses are built to look like old houses) and that it can hinder progress (it’s hard to build innovative new shit, if the old shit can’t be torn down).

Koolhaas doesn’t get anywhere near answering some of the questions he raises. As in: who gets to determine what stays and what factors make a place worth preserving. And, more significantly, how do we, as a society, prevent these places from turning into Disney-esque Main Streets for the moneyed few. Certainly, I’m marginally suspicious of Koolhaas’s motives — he’s the sort of architect who has aspirations of being a city builder, the sort of practice that requires a whole lot of square footage (territory that may come encumbered by landmarks and whatnot). But Cronocaos raises a slew of highly pertinent issues about the ways in which cities whitewash history in an attempt to “preserve” it.

A sort-of-related postscript.
There’s no good reason that this exhibit shouldn’t reside online. It’s essentially a PowerPoint presentation printed out on very large paper. If Koolhaas really believes what he says, then he’d let the world see it — and let the ideas evolve and move forward. Rather than trying to, um, preserve them...

UPDATE: Art (and Architecture!) Nurse San Suzie has a response to Koolhaas’s concepts in Cronocaos. And since she works in conservation and has studied issues of preservation, I really wanted to highlight her opinion on this:
I have so much to say as a comment to both the posting and the show that I am not quite sure where to begin. But a few things: first, it is very anachronistic to say that historic preservation is about quaint downtowns. Preservation is not just about the museification of our history. It is also about sustainability: it is much “greener” to preserve a structure than to tear it down, filling our landfills with concrete and steel. Preservation is about keeping structures standing that deserve to stand, about using good practices for maintaining what we already have, and most importantly for creating a sense of place for people in their neighborhoods. The landmarks that surround us — in addition to the corner stores and gas stations — provide a sense of locale to the places we reside. It is important to distinguish between good preservation (keeping buildings in use, keeping them safe, expanding their sustainability) and the Disney-style museification of structures, sites and cities. As a student of urban landscapes, Koolhaas should be in the position to know the difference.

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