Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Coming Soon: The 24-Hour Museum?

On the heals of the Tate’s Matisse “all-nighter”, the Whitney will be keeping it’s doors open for the last 36 hours of the Jeff Koons exhibit.

Recently the Rubin Museum has offered a sleepover amidst “the compassionate gaze of one hundred buddhas” and BAM announced a 24-hour movie marathon.
Is it time for all cultural institutions to be open at least one day a month for 24 hour viewing? Midnight visits to MOMA? Rooftop Met at 3 in the morning? The Guggenheim at dawn? Is the 24-hour museum about to conquer the city that never sleeps?
Viewers for Christian Marclay’s The Clock proved that culture vultures would stand in line 24/7 and back when there were galleries in the East Village, Pompeii Gallery held an opening at 3 in the morning. It was packed.

Nighthawks and insomniacs unite.

It’s like when ATM machines were first introduced. ATMs made 24/7 banking possible. However they also made people realize that they didn’t actually have time to bank between 9-3.
Expanded hours and services are the mandate for pharmacies, hardware stores, bookstores, lumberyards and museums!
Museums are way too crowded. Why should a Matisse exhibition put fear into your heart?


Two More Weeks!

Susan Hartung : Following a Line
Curated by Peter Dudek

On view at 
The Teaching Gallery, Hudson Valley Community College
through October 25
Gallery hours: Tues, Th, Fr 10-4; Weds 1-7; Sat 12-4

Read Amy Griffin's review in the Times Union http://www.timesunion.com/entertainment/article/Chronicle-of-a-creative-life-5809530.php

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Susan Hartung: Painter, Poet, Artist

Susan Hartung
Painter, Poet, Artist

A 50 Year Survey Exhibition at Hudson Valley Community College opens on September 18.

I’d like to introduce you to Susan Hartung.
Her engagement with art began at Northwestern University where she attended painting classes while majoring in English. Upon graduation she heard NYC calling. It was 1962. The art world was small, the lofts were big, and Susan Hartung moved there.
While finding her way as a visual artist Susan explored the ever-changing cultural mix that defined the downtown New York art world of the 1960s. She worked for Something Else Press (founded by Fluxus provocateur Dick Higgins)[1] and developed an interest in the alternative music and dance worlds. She heard the music of Moondog[2] and John Cage, visited the sound spaces of La Monte Young and Marian Zazeela, attended the performances of Allan Kaprow, and the dances of Merce Cunningham, Yvonne Rainer and Trisha Brown[3]. While immersed in all that she discovered kindred spirits in drawing and painting.
The reductive lines of Ellsworth Kelly, the repetitive markings of Agnes Martin, the brushed stokes of David Smith that embrace chance as they unfurl across the page, all share Susan’s pursuit of a delicate immediacy, a sense of touch, and drawing as an act of discovery. For Susan, drawing is not so much about describing as it is about exploring. It comes from a place of not knowing. For her, the not known is a working space devoid of any need for resolution.

                                             Are you a man or woman?
                                             Is the Moon waxing or waning?
                                             Are we coming or going?

Its immediacy, its deftness, came to occupy a central role in Susan’s art. And like others in her generation the grid became a foundation to build upon. In the grid (structure, regularity) Susan injects gesture and chance. Lines freely moving, not strict or exact lines, but expressive and loose, conveying thought or feeling. We see this throughout her major works: the Beauforts, the Runes, the Notations and the Line Fields.

Susan approaches painting and drawing in a like-minded manner, they are of one piece. Their making is intuitive and probing, open to possibilities. If there is a difference it is how in the paintings color can be more pronounced, but most often the paintings are conceptually analogous to the drawings. Their function, their approach, their vocabulary is mutually shared and equally beneficial. The paintings and drawings cannot be separated. Their identities are interchangeable.
Are they drawings or paintings? Yes.

It’s a personal thing. Much of what Susan has made is measured in inches, not feet. Everything is within an arm’s reach. In her paintings, as in her drawings, size reinforces an intimacy. Through calibrating size, she maintains the ability for her hand to move across the entire surface with pencil or brush without a dramatic shift in body posture. Here we experience post-painterly abstraction at work.

Included in the brochure and the exhibition are snippets of Susan’s poems. Painting and drawing fuel her creative drive. Poetry rounds it out.

The exhibit
This is a survey exhibition of Susan’s life as an artist. Meant to introduce, as thorough as possible, her creative evolution, it is divided into three sections on two floors.
On the ground floor is The Introductory Space (a mixture of recent bodies of work) that illuminate her practice.
On the second floor are two spaces: the Discovery Hall (small works and ephemera that, in some way, made the other works possible); and the Dialog Room (a variety of works from throughout the years) where they all meet.

The Introductory Space
This room contains a broad selection from several series: the Notations, the Runes, the Beauforts and the Unmapped.
The Notations gather billowy tendrils and loose ends that tremble and flutter towards the bottom of the paper or canvas. They are simultaneously abstract and evocative of the natural world, while also maintaining a personal touch and presence.

Restless Inquiry, 22"x30", 2003

Grove, 28"x29", 1992

 The Runes evoke Nordic lettering from the runic alphabets[5]. These curled, suggestive and rudimentary inscriptions capture a certain awkwardness that exists in any initial attempt at communication.
Rune (6x6), 7"x8", 2010

Untitled, 9"x11", 2011

The Beauforts[6] accumulate windy rivulets of graphite and color. “Organized” into mostly horizontal and interlacing patterns, they continue and expand Susan’s utilization of directional mark making.

Untitled, 22"x29", 1997

Untitled, 22"x29", 2004

The Unmapped are prints and photo related works that came into being alongside the other series, but don’t fit into those categories. Important to include and singular in their presence they widen our view of Susan’s practice.

The Discovery Hall
This space was created to hold an assortment of odds and ends. Misfits, false starts, discoveries. This collection of things, (scraps of paper, poetry, rough drafts, swatches of paint) functions like an open notebook. Modest of size they permit an intimate look at Susan’s explorations and ideas (casual, imprecise and profound). Here photography also comes into play. For Susan, photography is often a way of sketching or seeing. A simplifying, a restructuring and working out of what’s been seen. Through her working process she amends images (footprints in the snow, fishing nets, vines) into something less familiar, something not yet fully comprehended, not yet able to be named.
Untitled, 9"x11", 1975

Happy Is As, 6"x10", 1974

The Dialog Room
The works in this room are from the past 50 years, and are being presented together for the first time. Included are pieces that predate the work on the ground floor and encapsulate a vision. Collectively this gathering suggests a path, meandering perhaps, with connecting threads. Susan’s creative life has been a long, circuitous and picturesque one. This room embraces that journey.

Untitled, 19"x15", 1962

Maryland Ave, 28"x42", 1983

                 I’m feeling no I’m not leaving yet and how strange that is. Thursday,
                 I don’t remember Thursday. Friday I painted the studio floor,
                 buttercup yellow. Saturday watched Wings of Desire with Stefan.
                 I too have felt touched by angels, have weighed
                 the possibilities of observing against plunging right into the thick
                 of messy thumping life.[7]

The Exhibition: Susan Hartung, Following the Line, a fifty year survey of the work of Susan Hartung curated by Peter Dudek, opens on September 18.
Location: The Teaching Gallery at Hudson Valley Community College, Troy NY.
Exhibition Dates: September 18 - October 25.
Opening Reception: Thursday Sept 18, (4-6pm).
Curator Talk and Discussion: Thursday Sept 18, (3-4 pm).

[1] Something Else Press was an early publisher of Concrete Poetry and works by Fluxus artists.
[2] Moondog was an influential American composer who, dressed in Viking garb, often performed on the streets of NYC. “Moondog made more of an impression visually than musically. Nobody looked like that in Milwaukee” (Susan).
[3] Trisha Brown and Yvonne Rainer participated in the Judson Dance Theater. The company (a loosely based collective of dancers, poets, artists) was initially formed at Judson Church in Greenwich Village, which was a hub for avant-garde performance, dance and music.
[4] Susan Hartung, Inclusion, An Elephant Tree House Book, 2011. p. 13.
[5] Which were used to write various Germanic languages before the adoption of the Latin alphabet.
[6] The Beaufort Wind Scale measures wind velocity (important during her years on the boat),
[7] Hartung, p.50.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Jeff Koons and Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

And then Koons entered the building.

Culture, it can land like a dark hard meteorite.
That must have been what it was like when in 1966 Marcel Breuer’s design for the Whitney hit the ground. That brutal geo-cluster imbedded itself into Madison Avenue obliterating the southeast corner of 75th Street. Its bulging ocular windows promptly stared down its architectural neighbors and a deep, waterless moat separated it from the street. The only access from the sidewalk was a footbridge that stopped just short of touching the building, further distancing itself from pedestrian matters. On its southern and eastern sides concrete walls, physically part of the building, abutted the diminutive townhouses that shared the block. Not common walls, but rather blinders or partitions, they additionally drew a line, declaring ‘this is culture, that is not’. It was more than a simple hi-low dichotomy, it was an unconditional pronouncement: ‘this is art, that is not’. Nothing could be more simple or direct.

And then Koons entered the building.
The Whitney has had a troubled past with exhibitions[1]. I remember a Jasper Johns exhibit that made him look like an artist who long ago managed to run out of ideas. A MOMA retrospective latter corrected that. But the Whitney often misrepresents even the best of artists. Part of the problem has been curatorial, part of it was the physical inability to spread things out and tell a story like the Modern can. The Breuer is a great building, but stubborn. Flexibility is not really a part of its program. It can intimidate and confuse curators. Perhaps even artists. It took Richard Tuttle two retrospectives to get it right.

In ‘Koons World’ the twain shall meet.
At a talk at Hunter College a couple of years ago Koons recounted a fond childhood memory. He was sitting on the floor, watching his father smoking cigarettes. There was an ashtray with a small naked female figurine sitting at its edge and when the heat from his father’s cigarette got near her, her legs would spread open. This fascinated the young Koons to no end. One could label such experiences lowbrow, kitsch, goofy, trivial, meaningless. But for Koons his experience could not, and he insisted should not, be diminished by any such labeling. For Koons the world is full of such wonders and should be embraced as such. They are what we live for. He also spoke of his fondness for Kierkegaard.

Unfortunately the Whitney is abandoning ship. Over the years it has tried to expand around and on top of the Breuer building, but failed to do so. The kitsch pastiche proposed by Michael Graves thankfully tanked and plans for expansion never seemed to recover from that misstep. So it’s constructing a new building at the end of the High Line.
Did someone say kitsch pastiche? Not Koons. Never. All the world is open to him (and his 129 assistants)[2]. Of course Andy Warhol is the guiding spirit of this ‘Koons factory’. But where Warhol was always elusive and clever, Koons can come off as self-satisfied and smarmy[3]. His talks are like a 12 Steps to Loving Jeff Koons Workshop[4]. Thus the hate mail[5], it’s not just a reaction to the work (cause it has its moments, doesn’t it?) it’s a reaction to the whole Koons phenomena (the outsized studio, the outrageous prices, and the fact that he’s just too happy).

His early work often had a psychological pull. The bronze life raft and aqualung (life saving equipment that would drown you if used), the equilibrium tanks (relationship dynamics). The New Series was also an attempt at that; virginal vacuum cleaners sealed in Plexiglas[6]. Strong work, but not breakaway. It was when his work truly embraced popular culture (including porn) in a way that his peers did not that he pulled away from the pack[7].
Everyone makes bad work[8], Koons has made his share, but there is no question he has produced some signature pieces that captured a moment, a zeitgeist perhaps. Specifically some of the shinny metal works, the artisanal polychrome carvings or ceramics and the flower dog.
And the paintings? Can they be seen as something more than an attempt to refresh the ideas of James Rosenquist? Maybe, but successfully?[9] It’s all technique. Shinny happy paintings. The work is too content with itself. There’s no other there, they’re just there[10].

Big and Shinny

Just Big

A fair amount of simplistic eye candy is sprinkled throughout the Whitney (lots of shinny stuff and big bold paintings everywhere)[11]. Funny thing is after seeing the giant pile of Freudian Play-Doh poop[12] and the over-sized poodle balloons, Koons’s signature Bunny sculpture looked diminutive, tiny even and its surface comparatively dull. It’s still a classic piece but wasn’t given the space it needed.
Is this the infamous Ashtray?

I went on a Friday, three hours before ‘the pay as you wish’ thinking the museum would be relatively empty. No such luck. As I arrived the line out the door forecast bumper-to-bumper traffic. Once inside it was obvious that the crowd was digging it. Selfies and group portraits were being taken everywhere (I’m probably in the background of a thousand Instagram posts). Obviously it was part of Koons’s plan to not prohibit people from photographing his work, or themselves with the work. The mantra here is: Have fun; you paid to get in, enjoy.

Happy Shinny People
I’ve probably never seen so many happy young adults enjoying themselves at a contemporary art exhibit[13], and it was child friendly as well. No attempt to shock, even in the porn section. It was soft porn really, no cum shots, no anal penetration (actually I don’t remember any penetration, or erections[14]), just Koons and his wife to be, naked and frolicking about. When this body of work was first exhibited I recall it having some shock value. But that was in the late 80s and early 90s. In today’s world of Internet porn and celebrity sex tapes Koons’s images of the artist rolling in the hay with a porn star have become something the whole family can enjoy.


On the ground floor is a small room of recent work. With these Gazing Ball sculptures Koons has discovered that plaster is indeed the material of the future. Anyone who has seen Rodin’s plaster version of the Gates of Hell at the Musee D’Orsay knows that it is superior to the bronze versions. Koons works this material to perfection (loved that mailbox/engine/compound bucket fusion).

Plaster makes perfect

But back to the paintings, the later ones have been executed in a paint by number manner that want to impress but they’re too technical to exploit the joyfully dumb ‘anyone can do it’ approach to painting and still be fun. And maybe that’s a problem. Koons’s work has become all about making large complicated perfections of simple things. He couldn’t make a small copy of a multicolored clump of Play-Doh that his son made and leave it at that. He had to turn it into a grander gesture.
Where’s Richard Tuttle when you need him?

It used to be the norm that creative people became artists because they found doing anything else intolerable, or simply impossible. Not so with Koons, his success on Wall Street has been well publicized. But perhaps the most remarkable Koons trait is the absolute absence of the ‘artist as alienated individual’. The modernist posture of alienation, difficulty and resistance is entirely absent in Koons World, replaced by art works beckoning to be embraced, wanting to be loved. Certainly there’s nothing unsettling or disorienting in an exhibit that has the atmosphere of a colorful and over-sized gift shop. Except for it to be in this building.
The populist stance of Koons World underscores the discriminating toughness of Breuer’s museum. It’s an incongruous fit. If this show had opened in the soon-to-be Whitney of Renzo Piano it would have been a different experience[15].

[1] I’m not simply talking about the biennial, which I somehow forgot to see this year.
[2] Not that that 129 assistants is a problem, just saying.
[3] Check out the one-hour interview with Charlie Rose. The only other visual artist Charlie devoted a full hour to has been Richard Serra. Next time Serra will demand two hours.
[4] At the talks I’ve been at, part of the audience is converted and adores him. And part of audience mumbles “What the fuck“? With Koons it’s not a love/hate thing. It’s a love or hate thing.
[5] Well it could also be the fact that financially his sales put him in the overpaid athlete category.
[6] However the plexi gave the work a period feel of the late sixties and early seventies (not new) a period when a lot of artists were using plexi. I saw them when they were first shown and I thought they were antiques, not new. And who can tell if a vacuum cleaner is actually new (virginal) anyway, or used (a ho)?
[7] Many of his peers were also foraging pop culture (shopping and appropriation as art making, ala Prince, Vaisman, Steinbach, etc) but Koons has clearly pulled away from that pack.
[8] I used to tell my students that 90% of all art is bad. And it made them happy. They felt like they had a chance if they only had to compete against 10% of all the work out there. But more recently they have rebelled, claiming that 99% of all art sucks and they resent the fact that they have to look at it!
[9] Refreshing is ok, if successful. Jessica Stockholder did a good job with the ideas of Robert Rauschenberg.
[10] At this point in the writing I haven’t seen the retrospective.
[11] Now I have.
[12] Talk about plop art!
[13] The Jonathan Borofsky retrospective at the Whitney was hard to beat for sheer fun. There, people there were engaged, active and took over the space in an unpredictable manner. Here in Koons World they were more passive and just plain happy.
[14] Maybe I didn’t look close enough.
[15] Sorry for all the footnotes.

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

At the Hammerstein Ballroom Nicole Atkins opened and set the stage for the Sturm und Drang of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Her vocals plus the workings of her minimal band (just a drummer and guitarist) powerfully filled the theater. It was a performance that reminded me of those female led California rock bands from the 60s and 70s. Atkins possessed the bust it out tempo of Lydia Pense and Cold Blood, the lung power of Janis Joplin and Big Brother and the Holding Company, and the songstress acumen of Barbara Mauritz and Lamb. She was great.

However if misfortune and extreme emotions are what you want, go no further than a Nick Cave concert. Banging darkness, driven orchestration and opera like tragedy were ever-present. His rendition of Stagger Lee alone was all that and beyond, way beyond. I’ve been to Nick Cave concerts before but here Nick nailed it, no doubt. Theatricality, song choice, lighting and the tight workings of the Bad Seeds were all consuming.[1]
Cave’s movements on stage were a fusion of Mick Jagger and Jim Morrison. But largely Jim Morrison, especially in the way he held a hypnotic presence over the audience. Apparently when Morrison got arrested for exposing himself on stage the band claimed that he had performed in a manner that made his fans believe such things had happened, but didn’t. Morrison’s performance put the crowd in a suggestive state of mind they said. He made them think he showed them his dick. They were spellbound, mesmerized. In actuality the trouser snake stayed in his pants, never to emerge from its leather housing.
Cave moved about in a Lizard King fashion. Engaging the audience up front in an undulating open crotch stance, he touched them, they touched him. He clearly had them in his spell.
As I left the building I thought I overheard one fan say, “I saw it”, and her friend respond, “I touched it”.

[1] I later wondered if someone was able to document this supreme event (other than with those ubiquitous iPhones). But what filmmaker could possibly possess the requisite skills to record such melodrama? If Douglas Sirk were still around he would be a candidate. But in reality this evening was truly Abel Ferrara territory.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Slackers, Hipsters and the Loss of Emptiness


Slackers and Hipsters
I was thinking back to the days when Williamsburg was slacker central (the early 90’s?).
Back then the L Cafe anchored slacker central and I would sandwich there.[1] Service always took forever so one day I called ahead to order, but no one answered the phone. Strolling over to Bedford I was surprised to find them open. When I told the slacker behind the counter that I had called several times she turned to her "coworker" and said "have you noticed that the phone has not rung a single time today"? To which the response was "excellent".
The sandwich took 20 minutes.
There weren't many places to eat at back then.

Campbell Cheese & Grocery
Yes the 11211 area code is now overrun with hipsters but the interesting thing about hipsters is that they are an unusually gifted group of entrepreneurs. Some such individuals recently opened a corner grocery store near me. A corner grocery store? Yes, Campbell Cheese & Grocery is not a deli, but a true corner grocery where quality staples can be found just a short walk away. Of course the cost of these staples far surpasses any convenience. After all these are artisanal, hipster staples: organic produce, craft beers, etc. Low cost is not part of a hipster grocery store. Graduate degrees seem to be though.

Park Luncheonette
There used to be an old school corner luncheonette near McCarren Park. It closed and somebody fixed up the place to "look like" an actual old school luncheonette, spending a tidy sum installing new “old” details that were never part of the original luncheonette. It looks like a hipster joint, however a recent visit to Park Luncheonette revealed that they are in fact casually resurrecting slacker central.
Pizza, burgers, beer, wine and fine spirits are among the offerings. I sat at the counter and ordered a burger (medium) and a Coke. Soda came first. It tasted off so I asked the bartender if it was Coke. He replied, “it’s cola” in a manner that suggested “isn’t that close enough”. I requested a seltzer.
The place had a staff that seemed like they had either not slept the night before or slept in their clothing (nothing wrong with that, I’m just saying). There were several individuals who seemed to be intimate with the place, but were not doing anything productive. One of the female intimates walked over with a burger on a plate, not really knowing what to do with it she offered it to the barkeep. He asked if it was a medium burger. She shrugged her shoulder as if to imply “don’t know, not my job” and handed it to him. He gave it to me in his “close enough” manner. The plate also had the salad I ordered, so I agreed, close enough. And it turned out to be just that.
Clearly, this was not a fully functional hipster joint; perhaps it’s in the beta launch phase.[2] I suspect it’s a revival of the slacker cafe, proudly foreshadowing a reincarnated slacker central.

The Loss of Emptiness
It seems like a million people move to NYC every year. There used to be such a thing as emptiness, even in Manhattan. Empty lots, empty buildings, empty spaces. Grand Central, Lincoln Center, Times Square, the East Village, all had vast spaces where one could wander about, and simply take it all in. Nocturnal wonders full of nothingness. Truly public spaces, undefined, unregulated and sometimes scary.

I lived in Times Square during the 80s and would seek out these places and their emptiness.
And Times Square, that lovely black hole, had its own quiet, dark and gloriously underused crevasses. Now filled with the masses, and restaurants, it has lost its uselessness.

Grand Central before it was "renovated" had fantastic, uninhabited balconies, public spaces that one could freely access and linger about. Unbothered by any sense of purpose. Now occupied by restaurants the purposelessness of these spaces is gone.

Lincoln Center, that bustling center of culture, had a marvelous, underused, wide travertine pedestrian bridge silently sitting there, open to possibilities. After a recent rehab it was removed. Of course there’s a restaurant now and in a nod to openness they’ve provided a small sloping green lawn that desperately wants someone to lie on it. Set off to the side is a spindly footbridge, ignored and equally desperate looking it would very much appreciate some foot traffic.

Upstate Alert!
The Susan Hartung exhibition is coming together. This 50 year survey of drawings and paintings will be at Hudson Valley Community College in Troy, NY.
Exhibition dates: September 18 - October 25.
Opening reception: Thursday Sept 18, 4-6pm.
Spread the word.

[1] Yes, sandwich is now a verb.
[2] In addition to the use of sandwich as a verb, I have also seen the Beta Launch concept applied to the non-tech world where an enterprise is launched functional, but not quite finished (close enough), and is tweaked according to customer feedback. Or not.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

A Stroll Down Park Avenue and the Erasure of Josef Albers

A Stroll Down Park Avenue.
This semester my Intro to Art class has followed the Richard Prince case and debated the whole idea of artists using other people’s images in their work. Conveniently, both Richard Prince and Andy Warhol have shows up. First we went to see the Warhol paintings of Jackie Kennedy at Blain/DiDonna. The students felt that through the silkscreen process Warhol had transformed the images he worked with, and was therefore justified in using them. With Prince (across the avenue at Gagosian) they were less than enthusiastic and simply didn’t think the work merited any attention. We went over ideas related to appropriation and context but they feigned a total lack of interest. I told them that with a couple more years of art school they’d be on board. They doubted it.

In the same Gagosian location there is an interesting selection of Ed Ruscha paintings on view and while there I was reminded that there’s a new Gagosian space on 75th & Park Ave. It’s called Park & 75 and has an Urs Fischer show. That guy has been busy. I don’t always pay a lot of attention to the artist-as-provocateur pack, but he seems to be the leader of it (of course Sarah Lucas, and others, might dispute that). 
Working ideas that most artists have had or have, Fischer torques them and pushes them to extremes while using a blatant “in your face” approach (the hole in the gallery floor, the melting figures, the reproduction of the wall placed on the wall being reproduced, etc.). At Park 75 he has a large piece. It’s a cast metal sculpture that was made from a collaborative process with a whole lot of people (kids included). 
It’s a roughly modeled send up of the Last Supper where the figures eat hot dogs, drink beer, grab each others’ asses and, in general, engage in horseplay and convivial debauchery. Gotta love his energy and free spirit. Maybe.

Walking south down Park Ave I came upon a series of Alice Aycock sculptures. When I was a student and she was an emerging artist I followed her work and that of her contemporaries: Charles Simonds, Mary Miss, George Trakis, Gordon Matta-Clark, etc. They were the generation that came after the Earthworks artists, but they didn’t need to go way out into the desert with bulldozers and dump trucks to make their work. They could simply go to the end of a parking lot with string and wooden stakes and make a piece. They could go up to the Bronx with a chainsaw and cut out shapes in abandoned buildings, or walk around the lower eastside with a bag of wet clay and pre-made miniature bricks improvising cliff dwellings on the craggily surfaces of dilapidated buildings. They could make work in Jersey that mattered. That was when an alternative scene had emerged that was equal but different then the gallery world, or so it seemed at the time. Aycock’s aluminum swirls on Park Ave are a world away from those days.

Continuing south, on the way to another Warhol show, I discovered another Fischer show. That guy seems to be at a point in his career where he has the ability to make anything he can think up. In the Lever Building he has mirrored boxes with printed images of objects on them. A kind of Pop Art/Minimal Art fusion. Didn’t Warhol do that?  

The Erasure of Josef Albers.
There is an Andy Warhol exhibit of Polaroids in the hallway of 717 5th Ave, just past the reception desk. Behind the reception desk is a large gold leaf Josef Albers mural that is routed into the marble wall. 

The Warhol portraits are minor (though Tatum O’Neal is cute) but the Albers mural is a major work. Restored in the early 90’s with real gold leaf (the original used a cheaper substitute) it is one of only two that remain in midtown. The other one is in the Time-Life Building.
At one time Albers had four murals in midtown. Perhaps his most prominent, but often unnoticed, was in the old Pan Am building (now the Met Life building). Tightly installed over the escalators that descended into Grand Central, it was taken down when they redid the lobby in 2001.
His most visible mural was in another building on 6th Ave. It was a large drawing done with red & white tile that was visible from the street. But that was also lost to a lobby redo. 

Monday, April 21, 2014

Relationships, Rituals, Addictions and Other Musings

The New Abnormal

During my first semester in NY I lived in a shabby hotel in Brooklyn Heights (the one where Travis Bickel bought a gun in Taxi Driver). I kept a hammer near my bed. Every morning at 3am my neighbor would blast a religious radio station. I’d bang on the baseboard a few times and he’d turn it down. It was a working relationship.
At the time I was a student at the School of Visual Arts. On Thursdays I’d walk across the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan, eat lunch in Chinatown, see galleries in SoHo and arrive at SVA in time for my 4pm class with Carter Ratcliff. It was a ritual.
Carter was a quiet, low talker kind of guy so I always made sure to sit in the front row. One day I fell asleep in class, head on desk. I awoke to find Carter pacing back and forth across the room, seemly holding a conversation with himself. Embarrassed, I groggily turned around to check on my classmates. All were sound asleep, heads firmly planted on their desks. Carter kept on talking, pacing back and forth.
In those days a classroom full of sleeping students might have been the ultimate nightmare for instructors, especially in a small classroom. Now it’s texting. No one sleeps anymore, they’re too busy texting. It’s an addiction.

Sometimes I teach in a classroom, sometimes a sculpture studio. The studio can be abuzz with materials being cut, noise levels high, yet students, standing near a band saw, or dangerously close to some other tool actively being used, will be texting, oblivious to their surroundings. Safety anyone?
In classrooms students are often texting as a discussion is in progress. What goes on here? Is this the new abnormal? Not long ago there seemed to be a concern about attention deficit, now it’s attention elsewhere.
In casual conversations with other instructors they all reported similar experiences. I eventually decided I had to tell students that I was considering counting texting in class as being absent. Remarkably everyone said that it would be a fair thing to do and acknowledged that if someone is texting, then clearly that person is not present and therefore absent. What? Were they admitting to their addiction? Was this a cry for help?

This semester I’m teaching at Haverford College. No texting issues there. It was formed by Quakers and has an honor system that students abide by. Somehow cell phones don’t rule their classroom lives. It’s true, miracles do happen.
Through Haverford’s Distinguished Visitors Program, I was able to invite the architect Jonathan Kirschenfeld to visit the campus and talk about his work in designing “supportive housing” and why he founded The Institute for Public Architecture. http://instituteforpublicarchitecture.org/

Jonathan gave a great overview of the history behind “supportive housing”, his work, and the efforts of the IPA. It’s a multi-purpose think tank, residency program for architects that advocates for new approaches to public housing. The IPA organized the recent event: “Roundtable: A Total reset for Public Housing”. Check it out.

Other musings:
Although Film Forum provides consistently great programming it’s not really a great place to see films. Small, tightly fit seats with no legroom in narrow quarters and small screens. It has the unfortunate feel of a miniature 1980’s multiplex. I went there recently to see Jodorowsky’s Dune, a colorful and fascinating documentary of his efforts to make a movie about Frank Herbert’s book Dune. Although he failed to make the film, his well-known efforts to do so influenced many future sci-fi films.
Throughout the documentary Jodorowsky is shown to be a man of passion. Conceptually he envisioned his approach to filming Dune as “raping Frank Herbert, but…with love”.
Yes, he’s a man of passion.

Ida, a great Polish film I wrote about in a previous post, will be playing at Film Forum in May. It’s a starkly beautiful film in which black & white cinematography, austere means and extraordinary acting combine to confront a dark and difficult subject matter. As with most Polish films, no happy ending required. Can’t get any better.

Upstate Alert!
I’m putting together a survey exhibition of drawings and paintings by Susan Hartung. In the fall it’ll be at Hudson Valley Community College in Troy, NY. Spread the word.

PS. The Corcoran Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C. is closing and dispersing their collection.
How about remaking the building into a factory or mill, thereby reversing the trend of turning former industrial spaces into museums?