Showing posts with label Whitney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whitney. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Robert Irwin and the Intersection of 42nd Street and 5th Avenue in Manhattan


42nd Street and 5th Avenue, New York, New York, April 17, 2011. Photo: 16 Miles

I am never one to turn down the breezy and beautiful train ride up to Dia:Beacon — unless, of course, a plush bus ride is available, as there was this weekend, thanks to Dia, which organized shuttle service to the performances of Robert Whitman's new piece, Passport, along the Hudson River, not far from the museum, on Saturday and Sunday. (The Saturday performance was canceled because of lightning.) The meeting point for the bus in Manhattan was the intersection of 42nd Street and 5th Avenue, which sounded oddly familiar to me, though it took a while for me to figure out exactly why that was.

That intersection, 42nd Street and 5th Avenue, is the exact spot where Robert Irwin produced Black Plane, which involved painting the entire intersection with blacktop sealer as part of his 1977 solo show at the Whitney. A very young Ian Frazier reports from the scene of the creation of the work, on the evening of May 2, 1977, in the June 6 issue of the New Yorker:
"He [Irwin] could not take part in the painting himself, having returned to his house in Los Angeles, but the other night, at about eleven o'clock, Richard Marshall, the curator of the Irwin show, three other members of the Whitney staff, and two friends of the artist arrived at Forty-second and Fifth to paint the intersection. They had with them a permit from the Department of Highways, four five-gallon cans of Peerlux Acrylic Latex Blacktop Sealer, and six rollers with long handles. … They began to apply the sealer in long roller strokes, being careful not to get any on the white crosswalk lines. A photographer for the Whitney recorded the event with a Nikon camera with a Vivitar Auto/Thyristor flash. He had the crew pose dipping their rollers in one of the five-gallon cans."

Robert Irwin, Black Plane, installation at 42nd Street and 5th Avenue, New York, May 2, 1977, reproduced in Art in America, July/August 1977. Photo: Warren Silverman

Unfortunately, I don't have that photograph, but I do have this beauty, pictured above, taken by Warren Silverman and printed in that year's summer issue of Art in America, which is conveniently accessible at the New York Public Library's Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, located mere feet from the intersection. You can see at least some of Irwin's freshly sealed blacktop in the image, but it looks to me — though is impossible to be certain — like this was taken before the entire square was done. Frazier says that workers could only paint one quarter of the road at a time, allowing traffic to continue in at least one lane of each street, and the foreground here looks a great deal shinier than any other part of the intersection.

I imagined Black Plane as a classic example of Irwin's interest in the intimate details of minute perception: one black laid down on top of another, two different shades that are barely distinguishable, as in an Ad Reinhardt painting. But in a 2001 interview conducted at John Wesley's Greenwich Village apartment, Irwin tells then Chinati Foundation director Marianne Stockebrand, "I stepped outside the cherished frame of the museum and painted the graying plane of the intersection." It is black on gray, and definitively so, as this aerial photo provided to Chinati by the Whitney confirms, pictured below. It is a strange black square floating within Manhattan's grid. I never quite realized just how gray some stretches of New York's streets are. (The aerial shot is presented as a mirror image in the newsletter; I have reversed it so that it appears as it does in other official reproductions.)


Robert Irwin, Black Plane, May 2, 1977, reproduced in the Chinati Foundation newsletter, volume 6, December 2001, page 23. Photo: Whitney Museum of American Art

Few people actually saw the piece from the sky, of course. Breaking the institutional frame was the point of the work, as Irwin says above, and his biographer, Lawrence Weschler, concurs. "There are hundreds of shadow squares just as remarkable all up and down the block," Weschler imagines Irwin saying, in his brilliant biography of the artist, Seeing Is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees (1982). "The point is to attend to them."

To return to the account in the New Yorker: Frazier registers one other strange parallel between that night in 1977 and the one this past Sunday, nearly 34 years later: a nearly full moon. Here's Frazier again:
"It was a balmy night with an almost full moon, and moonlight was reflected in the wet sealer. After the crew had painted a quarter of the intersection, they had to wait for it to dry before they could move the barricades, so they went to Pete Smith's Hall of Fame Bar, on Forty-second Street, for a while.

"What with painting the intersection a quarter at a time and waiting for the sealer to dry, 'Black Plane' was not finished until about three in the morning. At about one-thirty, a police car pulled up. A blond policewoman whose name tag said 'Petersen' got out. She walked over and looked at the barricades and the group with the rollers. 'What are you doing?' she said."

A more recent aerial view of 42nd Street and 5th Avenue, New York. The black square in the intersection was, for a time, lined with a diagonal white grid. Photo: Google Maps

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Eisenhower at the Met, Lippard vs. Benglis, the Titanic, Dia, etc. [Collected]


Detail view of Glenn Ligon, Notes on the Margin of the Black Book, 1991–93. Off-set prints and text, 91 off-set prints, framed: 11 1/2 x 11 1/2 in. each; 78 text pages, framed: 5 1/4 x 7 1/4 in. each. In "Glenn Ligon: AMERICA" at the Whitney, New York. Photos: 16 Miles [more]
  • While doing research in the Metropolitan of Museum Art's archives, the director of the Monuments Men Foundation recently discovered a recording of the provocative speech about culture and war that General Dwight Eisenhower delivered at the museum in 1946. Laura Gilbert reports on the fascinating piece and shares the story of the Americans who advocated taking German–owned artworks as spoils of war. [Art Unwashed]
  • Tough choices on Thursday evening: Lucy Lippard is presenting a lecture called "Ghosts, the Daily News and Prophecy: Critical Landscape Photography" at the School of Visual Arts at 7:00 pm, while Lynda Benglis will speak on "Refiguring the Spiritual" up at Columbia at 6:30 pm. [SVA and Columbia]
  • From the museum-spectacle department: on April 14, the Guggenheim will be the site of two performances of Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster's Titanic–inspired T.1912. Tickets are $30, though you can spring for a $200 "First Class" ticket that will get you champagne and dessert. [Guggenheim]
  • Dia will stage simultaneous performances of Robert Whitman's Passport at Riverfront Park in Beacon, New York, and the Alexander Kasser Theater in Montclair, New Jersey, on April 16 and 17. [Dia]
  • Donald Judd's wood boxes at Dia:Beacon versus wood boxes "with some slutty heels on them" in SoHo. [C-Monster]
  • "Jorge Pardo -- recycles midcentury design to no account that I can see. Ruined the floors of the lobby of the old Dia building with 'colorful' tile-work." — Tweet-length descriptions of contemporary artists by John Perreault. [Artopia, via @gregorg]
  • Rainer Ganahl's Bicycling 51st Street and 8th Avenue (2001) is a bird's-eye video of the artist doing just that in a rather dangerous–looking manner. [Ganahl.info]
  • "Studio visits are cultural dates that have the anxieties of making good impressions but also have a specific decorum and sometimes objectives." — Jamie Sterns on the rules and rituals of the studio visit. [Ya Ya Ya]

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Tauba Auerbach Brings Marble to the Whitney's Future Home


Tauba Auerbach, Quarry, 2010. On view at 820 Washington Street, New York, as part of Whitney on Site." Photos: 16 Miles



For an installation at the site of the Whitney’s future downtown branch, Tauba Auerbach has wrapped trailers and storage sheds near the High Line with high-resolution photographs of marble, transforming those temporary structures into huge blocks of the precious material. It is another strong piece to set alongside the uniformly sumptuous, meticulously crafted works that have filled her oeuvre. (It also doubles as a low-budget riff on Martin Creed’s luxurious and ostentatious marble floor at Gavin Brown’s enterprise, which will soon be installed as a staircase in Edinburgh, Scotland.)

The shift from shed to block is not seamless: the ripples of the metal storage sheds are visible, and air-conditioners jut out from the trailers. Auerbach is not aiming for a perfect transformation. Her most fascinating work has to do with the gap between sight and knowledge, things as they appear and things as they actually are. By changing the spacing of dots in her Op art works she gives the appearance that they have been damaged. In her “Greater New York” pieces she turns canvas into other textiles, painting minute folds and creases.

Auerbach knows that close inspection will always reveal the artifice of her creations. While Op art aims to lead eyes into optical illusions, her art mimics that optical play and then alters it just slightly. The trick breaks down. That is a remarkable feat: finding new material in Op art, a movement that has long been thought of as an artistic dead end, and it has earned her spots in the 2010 Whitney Biennial, the New Museum triennial, and MoMA P.S.1’s "Greater New York."

Unsurprisingly, she has also been anointed as a possible art-market superstar. “I feel like it’s a LeBron James announcement,” art adviser Lisa Schiff told Bloomberg earlier this month, speculating about the lucky dealer will represent Auerbach in New York, now that her former gallerist, Jeffrey Deitch, has left town. Her Whitney commission, which closes on Sunday, will do nothing to dull that excitement.







Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Thurston Moore's "Sassy" Advice, Hunting Matisse, etc. [Collected]


Christopher Chiappa, Cornball, 2010. Pigmented resin and spray paint over carved styrofoam. In "High Fructose Corn Syrup" at Kate Werble Gallery, New York. Photo: 16 Miles [more]

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Dan Graham's Rock My Religion (Now at the Whitney)


Dan Graham, Rock My Religion [Excerpt], 1984.

In the first ten minutes of Rock My Religion, Dan Graham discusses folk music, Puritans, Shakers, Ann Lee, the industrial revolution, Patti Smith, Sonic Youth, hardcore punk, Glenn Branca, Quakers, Rimbaud, the Egyptian Book of the Dead, opium, henna, eighteenth century American history, dancing in religious ceremonies, and Minor Threat. From there, it only gets better.

It is showing on a loop as part of Dan Graham: Beyond at the Whitney right now, and it's the best video I have ever seen in an art gallery. Graham dissects youth subculture with historical and sociological lenses, then packages the whole sui generis creation with grainy handheld footage and clumsy computer title cards. Then doesn't sound like the recipe for a hit, but it coheres perfectly. Almost every person who walked into the room showing the video stayed for the full hour.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Corin Hewitt at the Whitney Museum of American Art [Review]


Corin Hewitt, Seed Stage [installation view], 2008-2009.

Corin Hewitt's residency inside his Seed Stage installation at the Whitney ended yesterday. Hewitt's project involved "cooking, sculpting, heating and cooling, casting, canning, eating, and photographing both organic and inorganic materials," as the press release elegantly put it.

Standing on the first floor of the museum, the space smelled even more delicious than normal. (The Whitney's restaurant, Sarabeth's, is right underneath the floor there.)  An artist and food in a gallery space immediately recalls Tiravanija and Sarabia, but there's nothing relational or service-oriented here.

Housed inside four white walls with openings at each corner (only two of which allowed you fully to see Hewitt at work), the work suggested a two-way Étant donnés. The viewer's ability to see the art production was continually frustrated by the limited viewing spaces and lines of sight.  How long was it acceptable to block the viewing area and stare at the artist?  Sustained voyeurism became slightly uncomfortable, though I may just be more uptight than most.

The Whitney should do more of these brief projects: visitors seemed to be enjoying it and the web site for the show is pure class, containing quite a few of Hewitt's still-life photographs along with other documentation.  Taxter & Spengemann wins again.

Two more installation photographs: Photo 3     Photo 4 [featuring Hewitt]


Corin Hewitt, Seed Stage [installation view], 2008-2009.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

[Top 10 of 2008] #9 - The Whitney Biennial at the Park Avenue Armory

If this was the year that relational aesthetics formally entered art’s leading institutions and their canon, it was the Biennial at the Park Avenue Armory that did it best. Lucky Dragons (Dan Fishback) won the show, bringing videos, a laptop, and electronic sensors to the floor of the massive chamber and allowing audience members to guide the music by holding hands or wielding rocks. Three other highlights: Visitors slept over (with DJ Olive), got drunk (with Eduardo Sarabia), and underwent psychoanalysis (with Bert Rodriguez).

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Eduardo Sarabia's Bar Aleman at the Whitney Biennial

Photographs by Lauren K.


With Nicolas Bourriaud's notion of "relational aesthetics" now being embraced by curators at major museums thirteen years after its formulation, it was perhaps inevitable that visitors to the 2008 Whitney Biennial would be greeted with quite a few social events presented as art: among them, an interactive music performance (Lucky Dragons), an artist-curated dinner party (Rita Ackermann & Agathe Snow), a slumber party (DJ Olive), and a series of dance marathons (Agathe Snow, again).


Among these, though, none was probably more warmly received - and rightfully so - than Eduardo Sarabia's drinking establishment Bar Aleman. For a series of three nights Sarbaia served his homemade tequilas (available in three varieties) atop his ceramic and rosewood bar at the Park Avenue Armory. The night I was there (March 14, the final evening), my friends and I were served the delicious, smooth tequila by his friends, while he provided jams from a set of turntables. People were (pleasantly) packed into one of the main floor rooms, dancing as gigantic stuffed moose and oil portraits of long-passed general stared down on us.

There's not necessarily anything radically new here; contemporary artists have, of course, been playing the role of restauranteur and club promoter for some time now. Three examples: Gordon Matta-Clark running the pioneering SoHo establishment Food in the early 70's, Damien Hirst providing the decor and conceptual underpinnings for London's Pharmacy in the late 90's, Rirkrit Tiravanija opening a Thai food stand in New York's 303 Gallery in 1996. Matta-Clark and Hirst were establishing legitimate businesses (even if it's doubtful that Food ever pulled much of a profit), while Tiravanija was aiming for the opening of some sort of utopian framework for interaction within the gallery.


Sarabia's twist on the game is a lot more fun: three nights, some extra money via the Art Production Fund for full liquor licenses, and a massive sound system. It might be an allegory for the post-millennial art market (Though Sarabia claims his pure tequila leaves no hangover! No comment on that.) or a commentary on first-third world relations filtered through a meditation on agave production (as the Whitney's curators would somewhat bizarrely prefer you have it), but at its core it seems like an attempt to subvert the museum's standard operation, if only for a few moments. In place of the institution's bourgeois obsession with conservation, one experiences unrestrained expenditure, a give away (destruction) not unlike the potlatch ritual.

Art costs money, and Sarabia - to everyone's obvious delight - chooses to burn both in the service of a party. In one sense, it's an immense celebration of a change in status (a common occasion for the potlatch): he's made it into the Biennial. But Georges Bataille has noted that the potlatch is not purely celebratory: it also contains an inherent provocation, "... constituted by a considerable gift of riches, offered openly and with the goal of humiliating, defying, and obligating a rival." In other words, Bar Aleman, proffering endless glasses of tequila and blasting dance music, positions itself apart from Tiravanija's (and the Whitney's) purported desire for democratic discourse. In its place, it posits two things better-aligned with the moment: pure revelry and a bold challenge.