Sunday, May 30, 2010

Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables

Skin Fruit at the New Museum, 3rd Floor

I finally made my way to SoHo to view the Jeff Koons curated Skin Fruit. Now that I can say that I have seen it, I have leave to air my own grievances. The provenance of the exhibition leaves me with an icky feeling too, just as all those who have decried the New Museum since the show was announced. If you are unfamiliar with the ethical controversy on how the entire exhibition was culled from the personal collection of New Museum Trustee and Greek-Cypriot contemporary art-accumulating billionaire Dakis Joannou, there is a good primer at Art Fag City. Koons could have shut up all of his critics if Skin Fruit was a grand slam; alas, it is quite the opposite. Joannou’s collection is vast, and Koons selections from it make both he and his ur-patron appear to lack any discretion in taste whatsoever.

Maurizio Cattelan - Now

Photographs cannot do justice to just how chaotic it feels inside of the galleries (see Vernissage TV’s video tour for a better idea). I can only imagine that this is an unfiltered peek at what the inside of Koons' head must look like: dozens of giant, clashing ideas clawing their way out, wreaking monkey business along the way. Remembering what it looks like in his studio (from the TateShots clip below), I cannot say that I am surprised. To be upfront, I am an admirer of the man in various ways; however, this is not his finest moment.

Briefly, the fourth floor is a catastrophe, the third floor is poor, the second floor is kind of okay, and the small gallery on the first floor is all but unremarkable. There were some bright spots for me, such as the Robert Gober room. Overall, I believe that the problem is that any excellent artwork is drowned out by the big, bad, bombastic artwork; the exhibition becomes only as good as its weakest, most crass links. By way of example, the inclusion of two Paul McCarthy sculptures, when really one would have been more than enough. How about the bullying dominance of Roberto Cuoghi’s Pazuzu over the entire fourth floor gallery?

Roberto Cuoghi - Pazuzu

Cady Noland - Bluewald

Kiki Smith - Untitled (Bowed Woman)

The other day I found myself silently judging someone who was raving positively about Skin Fruit. This individual singled out Tino Sehgal’s security-guard-singing piece This Is Propaganda as an example of its greatness. Am I wrong to feel this way? I resolve to sleep comfortably.

But the expedition to Bowery was not all bad. At about 11:45, while I was standing outside, waiting for the doors to open, who did I see but Matthew Barney and Björk also waiting to be admitted? They get special treatment at MoMA in order to be able to sit with Marina Abramović, but not at New Museum: they have to wait along with the unwashed masses! It happened that there was a weekend-long symposium going on, of which I was lucky enough to catch about an hour. I saw Gabe Bartalos speak, makeup and special effects artist artist for the Cremaster cycle and Drawing Restraint 9, as well as numerous B-grade horror flicks as Leprechaun and Frankenhooker. The subject of that day was creating images of death. He showed clips of his work and gave insight into his behind-the-scenes process. In speaking about the sculptural nature of his art (i.e. things like the cast latex or synthetic pieces used to simulate wounds), Bartalos described how excessive use of fake blood can be a way that makeup artists hide imperfections in their work; to him, “Blood or goo are the curtains on a really nice house, which sits on a really great foundation.” How cool is that?

Monday, May 24, 2010

Ni Una Mas at Leonard Pearlstein Gallery

Ni Una Mas installation view

If you have visited Leonard Pearlstein Gallery at Drexel University in the past, forget all previous knowledge. No longer ensconced in the limiting compartment off of Nesbitt Hall’s lobby, Ni Una Mas inaugurates a new and expansive gallery space, used effectively in the current offering and brimming with potential for future exhibitions. It is a somber yet worthy debut for the building, located on Filbert Street between 36th and 34th Streets, considering the emotional and thematic heft of Ni Una Mas (Not One More), which draws upon the holocaust of young women in Ciudad Juárez, Mexico.

Some of the artwork deals directly with the murders, while other pieces are more nuanced in approach or were even created years before the current crisis began. Taken as a whole, the exhibition is ambitious in size, gathering a combination of twenty artists, a number of whom are bona fide blue chip titans of the international art world, and placing them alongside artists of emerging and lesser-known mid-career status. The mixing of these artists could have been a terrible albatross, where the celebrities suck all the air out of the room. But the combination is seamless, with all the pieces working in concert to amplify the cause that Ni Una Mas underlines.

The contributions of Frank Bender are a fascinating example of the exhibition’s thematic power. He is a self-taught forensic facial reconstruction expert who has worked on numerous high-profile cases and has bootstrapped himself into something of an outsider artist slash social crusader. Bridging a crossroads between art, science, and crime scene investigation, his work, already imbued with a healthy dose of altruism, is elevated here by context and proximity.

Frank Bender - Forensic Artist/The Missing Of Juárez

Frank Bender - Forensic Artist/The Missing Of Juárez

Frank Bender - Forensic Artist/The Missing Of Juárez

Frank Bender - Girl With The Crooked Nose

Arne Svenson - Series: Unspeaking Likeness

Frank Bender & Arne Svenson installation view

Ticking off the big names, there is a Kiki Smith lithograph as well as several Nancy Spero works on the torture of women (the two, kindred spirits in a way). They are decent, if unremarkable examples from two eminent artists with formidable bodies of work. Nevertheless, their presence helps if for nothing else than to lend credibility and a roundness to the exhibition.

Kiki Smith - Born

Kiki Smith - Born

Nancy Spero - Trio of Works

Nancy Spero - Untitled

Nancy Spero - Artaud Codex

Nancy Spero - Fleeing Vietnamese Women Totem (detail)

Then there is Yoko Ono’s Heal, a new work contributed especially for Ni Una Mas. Consisting of a slashed sheet of canvas, viewers are invited to mend the cuts with provided needles, thread, and fabric for patches. She allows for participants’ creativity to flow freely in the stitching, depending on their interaction for the ongoing completion of the work. In this way, it also becomes a performance piece. The silhouette from the back, as many hands work upon it, is elegiacally poetic.

Yoko Ono - Heal

Yoko Ono - Heal

Yoko Ono - Heal

Yoko Ono - Heal

Yoko Ono - Heal (rear view)

I am most definitely a fan of Margarita Cabrera, who is represented here by four of her soft vinyl sculptures, all objects of domestic servitude, the role that employs so many female Mexican immigrants in the United States. Is she the inheritor to Claes Oldenburg? Scale, social context, and era have everything to do with how she is different.

Margarita Cabrera - Batter Mixer

Margarita Cabrera - Food Processor

Margarita Cabrera - Cleaning Supplies

Margarita Cabrera - Slow Cooker

Emerging artist Andrea Marshall had to be my favorite, offering a series of photo works and a painting. Yes, this is another female artist who uses identity-skewing role play in self-portraits to comment on the way women are perceived and treated by men. But there is a certain energy which makes her work different. Though the influences are obvious (Kahlo, Dali, Man Ray, Warhol, Cindy Sherman, et al.) she uses them judiciously, blending with tact and extrapolating something that feels new-ish. This is not a backhanded compliment; she exemplifies Millennials, and our penchant for mash-up and remix, done right.

Andrea Marshall - Untitled Self Portrait (by Maria Gonzalez)

Andrea Marshall - Rice Bath

Andrea Marshall - Series: Witch (detail)

Andrea Marshall - Series: Witch (detail)

Andrea Marshall - Series: Witch (detail)

Lise Bjørne Linnert, who performed at the beginning of ARTMARCH for Juárez (clip here), has created something akin to a war memorial for the femicide victims. Thousands of names, all uniquely hand-embroidered onto strips of cloth tape, are mounted across a pink wall. Their spacing holds a hidden meaning, using Morse code spelling to write out the American and Mexican national anthems. The title Desconocida, Unknown, Ukjent seems at least partly a misnomer, as it enshrines the names of the victims unless their identities are truly unknown. Regrettably, the work is ongoing due to the ever rising total of dead; it is staggering to be confronted with the sheer range of casualties.

Lise Bjørne Linnert - Desconocida, Unknown, Ukjent

Lise Bjørne Linnert - Desconocida, Unknown, Ukjent

Lise Bjørne Linnert - Desconocida, Unknown, Ukjent

Away from the main gallery, down a corridor, and past the restrooms is Teresa Serrano’s gripping, though profoundly unsettling video La Piñata, wherein a man demolishes a girl-shaped piñata with exponentially increasing aggression. He begins by pacing around the effigy with menacing intent, first caressing her with his staff. Then he begins to swing, sometimes making contact and breaking off a limb, sometimes swinging so violently that he misses. He continues until her head is all that dangles from the wire, before finally bashing it to the ground. The installation of the work is a stroke of genius: viewers stand in a darkened room and look through a large pane of glass into the adjacent room where the video is projected onto a wall. Whether this setup was intentional or a happy accident of necessity is a mystery, but I will give the benefit of the doubt. Its effect is like that of looking through a two-way mirror, evoking the atmosphere of a police station interrogation room or, more appropriately with this work, an execution chamber.

Teresa Serrano - La Piñata (installation view)

Teresa Serrano - La Piñata

Teresa Serrano - La Piñata

I kept looking at these Brian Maguire paintings; I’m not sure of what they are beyond a Jenny Saville rip-off.

Brian Maguire - Faces of Juárez

There is far too much art for me to continue to dissect individually, and the greater part of it is excellent; further examples are posted below and at my Flickr photoset of the exhibition.

Ni Una Mas is a powerfully poignant journey; I noted one viewer standing outside the gallery overcome with emotion. It dares to shock, enthrall, evoke outrage, promote healing, and argue the case for why it all matters, never once turning preachy. There is also beauty nestled among the depictions of moral decay. It demands nothing less than one’s undivided attention and commands that the viewer be not only made aware of the Juárez murders, but also want to advocate for their end.

Jen Blazina - An Homage

Alice Leora Briggs - The Juárez Alphabet

Claudia De Monte - Our Lady Of Juárez

Maya Goded - Series: Justice For Our Daughters (detail)

Celia Alvarez Muñoz - The Mauled

Susan Plum - Mayan World Tree

Susan Plum - Luz Y Solidaridad/Light And Solidarity

Tim Rollins & KOS - Hood (After Arthur Rackham & The Brothers Grimm)

Celia Alvarez Muñoz - Fibra Y Furia: Exploration Is In Vogue

Coco Fusco - Dolores From 10 To 10

Luis Javier M. Henaine - Deserted Crosses

Erica A. Zillmer - Four Psychological Studies Of Gender Violence