Showing posts with label Morris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morris. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Forces in Motion: Robert Morris at Castelli, Joe Scanlan, Guyton/Prina, Josh Smith


Robert Morris, Father/Engine, 2010. Acrylic on aluminum panel, 8 x 8 ft., in Robert Morris, "1934 and Before," at Castelli Gallery, New York, through June 30, 2011.

"Some drawings will be rotated throughout the course of the exhibition," the press release for Robert Morris's recent show at the Castelli Gallery, "1934 and Before," advises. Sure enough, when I visited a few days before the end of its run, three of the eight paintings — or drawings, as Morris refers to the works, aluminum panels marked with acrylic or epoxy — that were purportedly included in the exhibition were missing. An accompanying catalogue depicted the absent works — a grainy black-and-white profile of a Neanderthal, a sepia-toned Midwestern landscape being engulfed by a sprawling dust storm, and a Nazi rally at Nuremberg, all copied from photographs.

These new works are huge. Each measures at least eight feet tall, and some, like an image of a Depression-era breadline, stretch twelve feet long. It would impossible to hang comfortably all eight works at once in the Castelli Gallery, which makes the rotation, at least in part, an issue of practicality. But there is more to it than that. Most artists recognize their space constraints and respect them, keeping additional extra works out of the exhibition, in a back room in some instances. Morris didn't do that. Instead, he matter-of-factly worked around his spatial constraints, cycling his drawings through the gallery. "These works will know bigger spaces one day," is seems to say confidently. It's an unusual gesture, and remarkably similar to one made by Joe Scanlan and a few other artists in recent years.


Robert Morris, 1934 Bread Line, 2010. Acrylic on aluminum panels, three pieces: 8 x 4 ft. each.

Recall the announcement for Scanlan's February Wallspace show, deceptively titled "Three Works" (there were more), which promises an exhibition that would '"take the form of a 'round robin." It continues, "[A] single work will be shown for a brief period of time before another work takes its place… [T]he works will proceed as the artist and gallery see fit." And so they did, with more than three pieces slowly making there way through different sections of the gallery over the course of the exhibition's run.

Wallspace billed Scanlan's show as "[p]art audition, part slide show, and part lot sale," and it's that last analogy that seems most apt, since the exhibition strategies of Scanlan and Morris closely resemble those of art-fair exhibitors, who often replace sold work for fresh new pieces throughout a fair's run. Time is money in such situations. Stephen Prina and Wade Guyton seemed to farcically acknowledge as much in their collaborative painting show at Friedrich Petzel, which took place this year on March 31 — a one-day affair, its opening reception reception doubling as its closing reception. If you were planning to see their new paintings on April 1 — April Fool's Day, no less — you were out of luck, a consumer arriving after a store's one-day sale.

What all of these strategies share is a willingness to toy with and rework the standard exhibition format, to compress it or render it topsy-turvy for the viewer. Your experience of Scanlan at Wallspace or Morris at Castelli depended, at least in part, on when you happened to visit those respective shows, an experience not entirely different from the one offered in the 1985 murder mystery film Clue, which had three different endings, with each screening featuring just one. Like the makers of Clue, Scanlan and Morris sidestep the fixed format promised by a gallery exhibition, opting instead to send out a few different variants, none equaling what one typically thinks of as a complete, 'correct' show, and Guyton and Prina, for their part, pretty much eviscerated that promise altogether. (For the record, Universal Studios is reportedly at work on a Clue remake, with Pirates of the Caribbean director Gore Verbinski at the helm. It is due out in 2013.)

There are more examples, like "Genesis I'm Sorry," the show that painter Josh Smith curated at Greene Naftali in the summer of 2007, which played host to a variety of events and installations, as work was added and removed throughout the length of the show. It concluded with a re-creation of Duchamp's string–filled room (the inspiration for the title of this blog). The newfound interest in Charlotte Posenenske's mutable sculpture also seems notable, especially as Artists Space presented it last summer, reinstalling one of her large works in a new configuration every two weeks.


Robert Morris, Two Women Before 1934, 2010. Acrylic on aluminum panels, two pieces: 8 x 4 ft. each.

What all of this means is, as ever, another matter. The motion of these works suggests an allegiance with the "transitive painting" that David Joselit identifies in his 2009 essay "Painting Beside Itself," work that portrays the various networks of circulation to which they belong. Placed in a gallery, artworks are only momentarily halted on their journey from a studio to a storage facility, a collector's wall, or an auction block. Scanlan, Morris, Guyton/Prina, and Smith make that stay even briefer and more tenuous. One thinks of the story that Dave Hickey once told about the late art dealer Robert Shapazian, in which Shapazian reportedly confided in Hickey, of his decision to leave the Gagosian Gallery: "I sit around, a crate comes in, I see who the crate’s from, I go to the waiting list, I make up this outrageous number and send it out. … I am creating value, but it is not real value.'"

At the same time that these spinning, evolving exhibitions highlight their international networks of capital and distribution, they also evince a persuasive commitment to the real, here-and-now art experience. Much of today's most thrilling work largely disregards such concerns. We can, for instance, watch Ryan Trecartin's video suites at MoMA P.S.1, on YouTube, or on Vimeo. The former is preferable, but only marginally. In a few years, as young video artists really get going, exploiting online video for all it's worth, one suspects that such distinctions will look increasingly quaint. Morris, Scanlan, and their compatriots are making a radical case for the opposite: the in-person visit. They want you to return again and again, to see their exhibitions develop. Admittedly, that's asking a lot of viewers. But if you can't make it, ask a friend. "How," they want you to inquire, "did the show end?" Or, at least, "Which ending did you see?"

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Mark di Suvero on Governors Island, and Things I Didn't Know About Richard Bellamy and Robert Morris


Mark di Suvero, Figolu, 2005-2011, in "Mark di Suvero on Governors Island," presented by Storm King Art Center, through September 25, 2011.

"He's a bit of a maverick, and he's not that much interested in gallery shows," dealer Richard Bellamy told Lee Rosenbaum of Marco Polo "Mark" di Suvero, trying to explain, in 1993, why the widely lauded artist was less visible in the art world than he had once been. There was also, of course, the issue that few spaces — even outdoor spaces — could accommodate di Suvero's largest sculptures at the time. And once your local metropolitan sculpture garden acquires a monumental di Suvero — the one I grew up with, the Walker, owned a huge, awesome one with a wooden swing — it's perhaps hard for its curators to justify buying another.


Detail of Figolu, 2005-2011


Will, 1994

With the recent proliferation of large-scale galleries and gardens, di Suveros have found plenty of new homes. The latest place to take on that role is Governors Island, the 172-acre former military base just off the coast of Manhattan that has been converted into a park over the past few years, where the Storm King Art Center has installed eleven of the artist's works in a show that runs through September 25. It is in an insanely gorgeous exhibition, and a perfect reason to wander around the island on bicycle. So far, the reviews have been resoundingly positive. Writes the New Yorker, "Di Suvero's steel abstractions are so playful that this plein-air installation suggests a game of jacks strewn across the park by a giant hand."

Rather than add to that unanimous, deserved praise, then, let's talk about Bellamy for a bit, whom I somehow didn't realize had played an instrumental role in di Suvero's career, extensively documenting the artist's work in photographs, organizing many of his shows around the world, and even moving his second gallery, the amazingly named Oil and Steel Gallery, into di Suvero's Queens studio, in Hallet's Cove, in 1985. (A year later, di Suvero helped found the nearby Socrates Sculpture Park.)


Mahatma, 1978-1979


Rust Angel, 1995

Bellamy's involvement with di Suvero fascinates me since I've always thought of him solely as the radical proprietor of the Robert Scull-backed Green Gallery, which he ran from 1960 to 1965, showing Pop, Minimal, and Conceptual work by artists by Dan Flavin, George Segal, and Robert Morris, who writes in "Thinking Back About Him," a glorious tribute to Bellamy published in his book of collected writings, Have I Reasons: "A crooked taxi baron glitzed out real vulgar uptown and kept a stable of artists downtown. Dick [Richard Bellamy] floated somewhere between. Hovered mid-town maybe. Mediating. Plugged into other circuits. Listening for edges other never heard." ("A voice like a rich malted milk," Morris adds.) In my cursory conception of Bellamy, di Suvero and his resolutely extroverted sculptures didn't quite make sense.

Morris continues with a story from Bellamy: "'Philip Johnson was in,' he said, smiling that before-the-repaired-teeth smile. 'He saw your work and wanted to get a broom and kill it.'" This would be a great story by itself, but it's made even better by the fact that Johnson actually ended up buying works by Morris — first Litanies (1963), and then Statement of Aesthetic Withdrawl (aka Document) (1963), made by Morris to protest Johnson taking too long to pay for the first work — which speaks either to Bellamy's skills as a dealer, Johnson's willingness to buy art he hated, the overwhelming charisma of Morris's work, or some combination of those factors. Johnson donated both to MoMA in 1970.


She, 1977-78. To view a vintage photograph of the work in di Suvero's studio, scroll to the bottom this MoMA feature on Bellamy, "The Dealer as Co-Conspirator."

It turns out that Bellamy first showed di Suvero at the Green Gallery all the way back in 1960, three years before Morris's first show there (his first in New York). The two men went on to become very different artists — di Suvero an ebullient crowd-pleaser, Morris a continually confounding shape-shifter, a trickster par excellence — and today Morris is something less than a proponent of di Suvero's work. Describing the state of contemporary sculpture in Have I Reasons, Morris writes: "Aggressively large-scale, grand spatial occupation, the buzz of spectacle. A long list could be drawn up. From Pollock and Newman on down to Stella, di Suvero, Heizer, Turrell, Kelly, Serra." Those descriptors sometimes fit di Suvero's work, but they don't here. Placed in one of New York's most daring experiments in pubic space, they look as comfortable, nuanced, and subtle as the masses of people marveling at — and playing on — them.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Ryan Trecartin, Trash Can Art, the Sumi Ink Club in Brooklyn, a 24-Hour McCall Film, etc. [Collected]


Anicka Yi, Midcentury Olfactory Brutalism, 2010. Light box, transparency paper, potato chips, ground Cheetos dust, 24 x 21 x 5 in., in "Belief & Understanding" at Nicole Klagsbrun, New York, through July 28, 2011.
  • In advance of his upcoming show at MoMA P.S.1, Ryan Trecartin is showing sections of his four-part piece Re'Search Wait'S online. Rhizome and DIS Magazine have posted pieces, and The Awl and Huffington Post will follow up later this week. [Rhizome, DIS Magazine]

  • Are public garbage cans the hottest thing in art right now? Klara Lidén has a trove of them at the Venice Biennale, David Bernstein is doing a performance with a New York bin at Sommerkampf in Piermont, New York, and L&M is showing a pioneering example, the 2003 Jeff Koons Walrus Seal Trash Cans at Art Basel. [Contemporary Art Daily, Sommerkampf, Art 42 Basel]

  • Related to the above: Kim Levin's ARTnews cover article, "Talking Trash," on the history of detritus and rubbish in modern and contemporary art. [ARTnews]

  • Robert Morris and Olivie Mourgue. [YHBHS]

  • Richard Prince on photographer Miroslav Tichý, from a book of Prince's essays that will be published in September. [Los Angeles Review of Books]

  • On Mark Fisher's recent explication of hauntology, Ariel Pink, and a lot more, at NYU. [Rhizome]

  • Jamie Sterns writes precise, honest classified ads for art-world jobs. [Ya Ya Ya]

Calendar
  • June 15: Herbalife is a controversial L.A.–based nutrition and weight-loss company with annual sales of more than $2.7 billion. A multi-level marketing company that some have accused of being a pyramid scheme, it is also, according to DIS Magazine, "the premiere commercial cult." At 7 pm, at the current location of Gresham's Ghost, DIS presents "a re-contextualization of the official Herbalife dance performed by tweens and choreographed by Richard Kennedy." [Gresham's Ghost]

  • June 15: A postcard for Demetrius Oliver's Argentum piece, available at the Studio Museum in Harlem, reads, "To observe this work gaze at the Harlem River after sunset." Below this text it lists four dates: March 19, April 18, May 17, and June 15. There is a full moon tonight. [SM]

  • June 16: With the Wisconsin Supreme Court ruling 4-3 yesterday that the state's new collective-bargaining law can go into effect, it sounds like a good time to watch Native Land, the 1942 documentary by Leo Hurwitz and Paul Strand about labor struggles and American fascism. Skip work, if you can. It's at the Museum of Modern Art at 1:30 pm. [MoMA]

  • June 18: The Sumi Ink Club, the itinerant drawing project initiated by Sarah Rara and Luke Fischbeck, the founders of the estimable Lucky Dragons, visit Rawson Projects, drawing together 12 pm to 6 pm. [RP]

  • June 18: At noon, The Artist's Institute and Light Industry present Anthony McCall's Long Film for Ambient Light (1975) at Dia:Chelsea, 535 West 22nd Street, 5th floor. It runs until noon the next day. The work was first shown at the Idea Warehouse, a performance space created by Alanna Heiss's Institute for Art and Urban Resources at 22 Reade Street in 1975, the year before the opening of Heiss's next major project, P.S.1. "The work used no actual film or projector," McCall wrote of the piece. "Three distinct elements combined to form the ‘film,’ and no one of these was regarded as prior to the other two." Light Industry has a stunning archive of documents relating to the piece. [LI]

  • June 19: "Ryan Trecartin: Any Ever," opens. [MoMA P.S.1]

Monday, July 19, 2010

Andy Warhol's Peculiar 100-Part Group Portrait


Andy Warhol, Portraits of the Artists, 1967. Screenprints on 100 polystyrene boxes, each box 50 x 50 mm, overall 696 x 696 mm including frame. On view at the Wadsworth Atheneum, gift of Mr. and Mrs. Burton Tremaine. Photo: 16 Miles

In 1967, New York dealer Leo Castelli hosted an exhibition to celebrate the 10th anniversary of his Upper East Side gallery. Each of his artists contributed work to the show, and Andy Warhol (who came to the gallery late, after having two shows at Eleanor Ward’s Stable Gallery), put together a series of portraits, in a variety of sizes, of 12 Castelli artists: Jasper Johns, Robert Rauschenberg, James Rosenquist, Frank Stella, Donald Judd, Roy Lichtenstein, Robert Morris, Cy Twombly, Lee Bontecou, Larry Poons, John Chamberlain, and Warhol himself.

Some of the works in the show were quite small, which turns out to have been an bit unfortunate. Explaining the works, Volume 2 of the Andy Warhol Catalogue Raisonné notes: “According to the Castelli inventory, several were stolen from the exhibit.” Thankfully for collectors, Warhol also made a rather unusual multiple of 10 of the portraits on polystyrene boxes. Each set of 100 boxes, featuring 10 portraits of each artist, were sold in a numbered edition of 200, plus 25 lettered copies.

I know that it’s been a bit Wadsworth Atheneum-heavy around here recently, but it turns out that it has one of the Portraits of the Artists multiples on display, which is easily one of the strangest pieces that Warhol ever produced and is worth a post. I'd never seen the work before, so when I returned home, I did a lot of Internet-searching and discovered something odd: every edition appeared to be configured differently. The Wadsworth's has the artists in horizontal rows; elsewhere, they are arranged vertically or even scattered about. Here are a sampling. (Note: If you want to try to identify each of the Castelli artists in the Wadsworth’s Atheneum piece, above, I have included the list, top to bottom, at the end of this post.)


Photo: Alan Brown Gallery


Photo: Christie's


Photo: Honolulu Academy of Arts


Photo: Christie's

Perplexed, I contacted Patricia Hickson, the Emily Hall Tremaine Curator of Contemporary Art at the Wadsworth Atheneum, who consulted the work's object file. One of the notes in the file read: "Curiously, although Portraits in part of an edition of 200, the order and direction of the artists' images and the color bands vary among the serigraphs in the edition." But here is where things get especially interesting. Hickson explained that the work's frame can be opened, and the boxes can be rearranged, accounting for the differences in all of the images online. The work at the Wadsworth, though, has not been reconfigured since it was donated by super collectors (and serious Castelli clients) Mr. and Mrs. Burton Tremaine in 1977.

Earlier this month, I was going on and on about the mutability of Warhol's sculptures, about the fact that, if you happen to own a set of Brillo boxes, you can arrange the pieces any way you like. Here, Warhol has taken that idea to the next level. When the Brillo boxes are sold or moved, they lose their previous arrangement. But in Portrait of the Artists, the work itself records how collectors chose to configure the work. Which leads to a few questions: did the Tremaines rearrange their copy, or does the work they donated to the Wadsworth show how Warhol originally displayed the work? (Or was was each copy sold in a different configuration?) Does it even matter what the original layout looked like?


Photo: Phillips de Pury & Company

A final question: who was cut from the 12 artists whose portraits were featured in the Castelli anniversary show in order to make a group of 10 plastic boxes? This, at least, we have an answer to, thanks to the Catalogue. It turns out that Warhol removed Twombly and Chamberlain. Which is interesting: Chamberlain was one of his favorite artists (Warhol collected his work), but he may have been a bit tired of Chamberlian’s portrait, having traded 316 — yes, 316 — copies of it to Chamberlain in exchange for a metal sculpture called Jackpot. (Chamberlain assembled 315 of the portraits into a single rectangular work that he called 315 Johns.) As for what is going on with the wood frame of one of the examples sold at Christie's, I don't even want to think about it.

Key: The artists in the Wadsworth Atheneum’s piece (shown at top), in order from top to bottom: Robert Morris, Jasper Johns, Roy Lichtenstein, Larry Poons, James Rosenquist, Frank Stella, Lee Bontecou, Donald Judd, Robert Rauschenberg, Andy Warhol.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

White Noise at James Cohan Gallery [Photographs]


Jack Pierson, Silence, 2002. Photographs: 16 Miles [more photographs]

James Cohan's front desk employees deserve a reward for all the cacophony they're sitting through this summer. "Too Many Creeps" by the Bush Tetras is blasting on outdoor speakers, wafting into the gallery as each visitor strolls through the door. Louise Lawler's 1972 audio piece Birdcalls, in which she chirps out the names of famous male artists, plays in the foyer. Inside the galleries, there is plenty of other noise. It's all part of White Noise, a group show that deftly and maniacally unites works - infamous, classic, new, and old - that explore the meeting points between visual and aural experience.

One of Nick Cave's gorgeous, hilarious performance suits stands in the main gallery, alongside a winding accordion of colorful record covers assembled by Jim Lambie. If I had the money and the entrée, these would be two obvious purchases.


Louise Lawler, Bird Call [text of audio recording], 1972.

The text of Lawler's piece is emblazoned on the front wall of the gallery's entrance room if you feel like following along as she squeaks out the artists' names. (You may recognize the piece from the napkins at Dia:Beacon's café.)


Raymond Pettibon, [Four posters], 1981-1982.

Classic posters from Pettibon, who designed Black Flag's four-bar logo.


Jim Lambie, Stakka Record Covers, 1999.


Robert Smithson, Radio Cyclops, 1964.

The great pleasure of White Noise is its quirky generosity. It's rare to find a show in Chelsea that actually seems to want you there. There's a listening station, where you can listen to Rodney Graham Band's collaboration with Japanther, Reena Spaulings White Light / White Heat project, and a new Lydia Lunch record, among other treats. There's a bizarre, relatively early Robert Smithson on display not far Brendan Fowler's memorial to his canceled tour (as BARR) with Deerhunter: something for everyone.


White Noise [view of listening station] at James Cohan Gallery.


Brendan Fowler, CANCELLED Fall 2008 Tour Poster (2 1/2 with Keyboard), 2009.


Chris Hanson and Hendrika Sonnenberg, 1/2 Stack, 2003-2004.

I almost missed the nondescript wooden box on a pedestal in the main room of the gallery. Some kids were tip-toeing to put their ear next to it, so I wandered over and discovered Robert Morris' Box with the Sound of Its Own Making! (It consists of a tape loop of exactly what its title describes.) The sculpture has been canonized in textbooks as sort of the ur-postminimalist piece, but there it is, sitting right inside James Cohan. John Cage supposedly sat attentively throughout the entire three hour loop when he first encountered it. Even if you can't manage that (and I certainly can't), see it (hear it) before it gets shipping off to a private collection or museum. This is easily one of the best shows of the summer.


Robert Morris, Box with the Sound of Its Own Making, 1961.

White Noise
James Cohan Gallery
533 West 26th Street
New York, New York
Through August 12, 2009
[more photographs]

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Richard Allen Morris, Morris Code, Works from 1957-2007 [Photographs]


Richard Allen Morris, Morris Code, Works from 1957-2007 [installation view]. Photo: 16 Miles   [more]


Richard Allen Morris, Morris Code, Works from 1957-2007 [installation view]. Photo: 16 Miles   [more]


Richard Allen Morris, Morris Code, Works from 1957-2007 [installation view]. Photo: 16 Miles   [more]

Richard Allen Morris, Morris Code, works from 1957-2007
Peter Blum Gallery
526 West 29th Street
New York, New York
Through May 9, 2009