Art Review
A Calculus With Chalk, Stones and Walnuts
‘Mel Bochner: Proposition and Process’ at Peter Freeman
Peter Freeman, Inc.
By ROBERTA SMITH
Published: May 23, 2013
The excellent exhibition of Mel Bochner’s
mind-bending, defiantly modest early Conceptual sculptures is a
post-Minimalist time capsule at Peter Freeman. It provides a startlingly
real sense of the attitude and physical ethos of SoHo’s experimental,
artist-generated beginnings in the late 1960s and early ’70s while
showcasing some of the most singular art that the era produced.
“Mel Bochner: Proposition and Process: A Theory of Sculpture
(1968-1973)” brings together 18 works from his “Theory of Sculpture”
series, produced toward the beginning of his career — more of these of
these quirky, questioning pieces than have ever been exhibited at once.
It’s a museum-caliber show, but few museums could muster this setting: a
looming storefront space — complete with scarred wood floor — that
gives us a glimpse of old SoHo in the midst of new SoHo’s retail
madness.
The pieces here show Mr. Bochner charting a course beyond the costly
heavy metals of Minimalism with elegant thought puzzles that often
involve small, negligible objects like white stones or walnuts arrayed
on the floor and annotated in white chalk with words, numbers, lines and
circles. They are appealing and subversive in their slightness and
cease to exist when not on display. When they are, they present the
rudiments of sculpture — materials, space and thought (language) — in a
fluid balance. At Freeman the works are spread out on the floor as on a
vast, rough-hewed blackboard. Moving among them, figuring out one and
then the other, you can experience an easy circularity of mind, eye and
body.
By the time Mr. Bochner began his “Theory of Sculpture” series, he had
spent three years complicating Minimalism’s repeating volumes — most
prominent in the boxes of Donald Judd and the three-dimensional grids of
Sol LeWitt — in a series of brilliant, often confounding photographs of
stacks of small wood blocks. These works epitomized the
dematerialization of the art object, a goal that gripped so many artists
at that time. But with his “Theory of Sculpture” series, Mr. Bochner
turned toward something more tangible.
By extraordinary and useful coincidence, this exhibition overlaps with a
show of early sculptures by Richard Serra from the same period at David
Zwirner in Chelsea. The two shows represent divergent reactions to
Minimalism: Mr. Serra disassembled and destabilized the Minimalist box,
wielding individual planes of lead and then steel that have only
increased in size and weight as he has developed. Mostly hugging the
floor (like Carl Andre), Mr. Bochner opted for a kind of shrinkage,
jettisoning scale and any material except his banal, often hand-size,
ready-mades. He also rejected Minimalism’s obscurity and aloofness. He
wanted his measurements of space to speak, or count for themselves out
loud.
Sometimes he narrowed his materials down to pen and masking tape on the
wall, as in the initially confusing “Continuous/Dis/Continuous” (1972), a
single ribbon of tape applied to a long wall at about eye level. It is
covered with numbers written alternately in red and black marker. Well,
not quite. But to not spoil the experience, let’s just say that the
lines of numbers run in opposite directions according to color; that
spatially their progress is a matter of over and under, almost a kind of
weaving; and that figuring this out can be thrilling.
Occasionally potted plants
were pressed into service, as in “Measurement Plants” (1969), one of
the show’s few works to have any real size or bulk. It consists of three
potted plants set before a wall marked off in feet, vertically and
horizontally. Clearly intended to measure the plants’ growth, these
marks also give the piece the look of a police lineup for botanical
suspects.
Most works here measure little tracts of space by counting to five in
various ways, giving numbers — so real in the mind — a physical reality
of stone, glass or walnut, plus chalk. For example “Five by Four” takes
four groups of five stones and arranges each within chalk circles in all
the possible combinations, both spatial and numerical, and circles them
again for emphasis. In the first, the stones are all in one circle; in
the last each is alone in its own circle. That the stones start to
suggest different interpersonal relationships is perhaps an inevitable
but resonant byproduct.
In “Hinge,” two rows of five stones each form a 90-degree angle, sharing
what you might call the corner stone and the number 1. The numbers
proceed along one row aligned with the stones and along the other
aligned with the gaps between them, diagraming sculpture as a series of
solids and voids.
“Prepositional Sculpture” uses four four-by-fours and black vinyl type
to demonstrate four sculptural positions (beside, between, over and
under). And “To Count: Transitive” creates an elegant hieroglyphic
semaphore of numbers using burned matchsticks, starting with a single
match for one and proceeding to five versions of five, each made with
five matchsticks. Mr. Bochner considered the Masonite-topped folding
table on which the matches are arranged a way of reintroducing
sculpture’s base, which Minimalism had eliminated.
The table as base and the use of humble materials figure often in
current art; examples include the table sculptures of Uri Aran and the
found-detritus pieces of B. Wurtz. As for Mr. Bochner, he soon
transferred the geometric shapes that emerge in some of these pieces —
the triangles, squares and pentagons standing in for threes, fours and
fives — to paper, the wall and eventually canvas. With time he developed
his brightly colored word paintings, returning to the seductive,
talkative accessibility he achieved starting out in SoHo.
Many of the most admired first-generation Post Minimalists and
Conceptualists have deviated little from strategies devised early in
their careers. The restless exploratory unfolding of Mr. Bochner’s art
is an important exception. Its ins and outs and leaps and continuities
are still not fully appreciated.
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