Sunday, May 17, 2015

Review: Art for the Planet’s Sake at the Venice Biennale

Review: Art for the Planet’s Sake at the Venice Biennale

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56th Venice Biennale: Pamela Rosenkranz’s pool of pink-tinged water at the Swiss Pavilion. Credit Casey Kelbaugh for The New York Times
VENICE — The world is a mass of intractable ills on which art must shed light. With oceans rising, climates warming, the income gap widening and human rights abuses of every imaginable kind occurring, the very future of the planet — its many futures — hangs in the balance. This is not the time for art as an object of contemplation or delight, much less a market commodity — certainly not in a public exhibition whose chief responsibility is to stimulate debate.
That basically is the provocative but also confining message behind “All the World’s Futures,” the lopsided central exhibition at the sprawling 56th Venice Biennale, which runs through Nov. 22. Organized by Okwui Enwezor, a veteran curator of international undertakings like this, “All the World’s Futures” brings out into the open a central preoccupation of the moment, namely the belief that art is not doing its job unless it has loud and clear social concerns, a position whose popularity has made “social practice” the latest new thing to be taught in art schools.
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In “All the World’s Futures,” works by Bruce Nauman and Adel Abdessemed are paired in the Arsenale. Credit Casey Kelbaugh for The New York Times
In its single-mindedness “All the World’s Futures” echoes its 2013 predecessor, Massimiliano Gioni’s “The Encyclopedic Palace,” but from the opposite direction. More uplifting, Mr. Gioni’s effort opened modernist art history to all kinds of self-taught and outsider artists, expanding its origins to urgent expressions from around the world, somewhat at the cost of contemporary art. Mr. Enwezor is less interested in artistic urgency than in the urgent state of the world itself.
But like Mr. Gioni’s show, Mr. Enwezor’s effort is shifting the center of gravity away from the West and the art market. It proves once more that art — or something like it — is everywhere, widespread beyond imagining.
Regardless of whether you agree with his viewpoint or prefer considering art case by case, this position provides Mr. Enwezor’s show with clarity and purpose. There is something admirable and even heroic about its morality-based approach. In addition, it includes a fair amount of good, even great art, along with too much that is only well-intentioned. If it is not perfect, it goes off-message in redemptive ways, including artists whose work is not overtly political.
The entire project swirls around “Das Kapital,” Karl Marx’s critique of the effects of the Industrial Revolution and its reliance on exploitation of workers. Daily readings are featured in the arena designed by David Adjaye at the Central Pavilion of the Giardini, the public park that contains the art-filled national pavilions. Labor and work of all kinds is a recurring theme, whether we watch a gravestone of cast-concrete being made in Steve McQueen’s excellent video “Ashes”; enter into the strange world of Mika Rottenberg’s video installation “NoNoseKnows,” a mordant meditation on the rituals of cultured pearl production and utilitarian sneezing, or whiz past a big banner by Gulf Labor, a human rights collective organized to protect migrant workers in the United Arab Emirates. (I’m not sure the banner is art or even quasi-art, but I hope Gulf Labor’s labors succeed.)
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Joan Jonas's “Mirrors,” in a rotunda gallery, joins this artist’s multimedia installation, “They Come to Us Without a Word,” at the United States pavilion for the Venice Biennale. Credit Casey Kelbaugh for The New York Times
Colonialism, perhaps the most extreme instance of the exploitation of labor, is a visible subtext, as is the show’s intent to reflect more completely than usual the diversity of the world’s population. It is full of women and of artists from outside the West, most prominently in Africa, Asia and the Middle East.
At times it feels as if Mr. Enwezor has included everything that interested him, with no thought to what the viewer can actually absorb. His show presents works in nearly every conceivable medium — including music, performance art and lengthy films and videos — by nearly 140 artists from 53 countries and several generations. Their efforts are crammed into the Giardini and the seemingly endless string of galleries that fill much of the medieval Arsenale, Venice’s former navy yard, a short distance away.
As with his 2002 Documenta XI exhibition, Mr. Enwezor’s proclivity for camera-based work bordering on documentary is apparent, evidenced here by Mr. McQueen’s work as well as Sonia Boyce’s “Exquisite Cacophony,” which records the brilliant improvisations of three vocal artists who mix the idioms of rap, jazz scat, Dadaist noise and gospel, and “Fara Fara,” a split-screen documentary by Carsten Höller and Mans Mansson about the vibrant music scene of Kinshasa, capital of the Democratic Republic of Congo.
And especially impressive are new hybrids of documentary, activism and expressive artistic power as seen in the disorienting films of Rosa Barba and Raha Raissnia and the multimedia installation of Lili Reynaud Dewar, a brilliant French artist and dancer who tackles issues of sexual orientation while paying tribute to Josephine Baker. Precedents for this kind of work include the word-and-music installations of the American artist-composer Charles Gaines.
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Sarah Lucas's installation at the British Pavilion. Credit Casey Kelbaugh for The New York Times
The show is strengthened by art whose political impact lies primarily in the example of the makers themselves. Among the high points of the exhibition are the small, ebullient, if essentially Post-Impressionist landscapes from the 1950s through 1980s by the Egyptian painter Inji Efflatoun (1924-1989), a feminist pioneer who was imprisoned for being a Communist. The larger point is that the identity of who makes art matters terribly. Chris Ofili, Emily Kame Kngwarreye (1910-1986) and Kerry James Marshall are all represented by wonderful, even abstract paintings whose political thrust is less than obvious.
Mr. Enwezor’s talents as a master of theatrical presentation are often apparent. The Central Pavilion’s facade has been hung with enormous black and blue shroudlike cloths by the artist Oscar Murillo while just above is a pale neon piece by Glenn Ligon that announces “blues, blood, bruises.” Once inside, the first prominent piece is a large wall of old suitcases and trunks by the Italian artist Fabio Mauri (1926-2009), an obvious symbol of refugees and also the Holocaust, from 1993.
Things are even more obvious at the start of the Arsenale. Five neon pieces by Bruce Nauman, flashing with words like “eat,” “death,” “pain” and “pleasure,” cast their lurid light on an installation work by Adel Abdessemed: clusters of machetes stuck into the ground, suggesting bushes, explosions and stockpiled arms.
One of the best moments is an onslaught of sculpture by three artists made from found objects: Terry Adkins’s combinations of musical instruments shine, and Melvin Edwards’s small clenched welded-steel wall sculptures, made from bits of chain and tools, dominate, raising the troubling history of racial violence despite their beauty. Violence becomes more overt in the obsessive drawings of extravagantly vicious imaginary killing machines by the self-taught artist Abu Bakarr Mansaray.
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Camille Norment’s expanses of broken glass in the Scandinavian Pavilion. Credit Casey Kelbaugh for The New York Times
Monica Bonvicini’s clusters of chain saws covered in polyurethane resembling black tar and hanging from the ceiling also use found objects, to achieve a kitschy obviousness. Mr. Edwards teaches Ms. Bonvicini a useful lesson in aesthetics: Subject matter must be empowered by form. It cannot be left literally twisting in the wind.
Among the rewards at the farthest reaches of the Arsenale is Emeka Ogboh’s “Song of the Germans (Deutschlandlied),” which surrounds the visitor with a recording of African refugees singing Germany’s national anthem in their mother tongues, resonating with the pain of bigotry past and present.
Mr. Enwezor’s extravaganza is an argument embedded in the curatorial equivalent of a food fight. Unlike other international biennials, Venice’s is surrounded by the random crossfire of the art selected by the individual countries for the national pavilions of which there are 89 arrayed in the Giardini, at the Arsenale and throughout the Venice itself.
A few pavilions stress formal purity, like the immense and stunning pool of pink-tinged water that Pamela Rosenkranz has inserted in the Swiss Pavilion — a fluid, girly version of Walter De Maria’s “Earth Room.” At the Austrian Pavilion Heimo Zobernig has leveled the floor and lowered the ceiling with planes of black, added a few white benches and planted an array of new trees in its small courtyard. It becomes a stark existential chapel in which thoughts of human folly contrast with the logic of nature.
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A gathering at Santa Maria della Misericordia, a Catholic church that has been transformed into a mosque for the Venice Biennale. Credit Casey Kelbaugh for The New York Times
Some artists have outdone themselves, like the performance/video eminence gris, Joan Jonas, who has filled the United States pavilion with the mysterious installation “They Come to Us Without a Word,” weaving a shifting tapestry of video, objects, music and ghost stories. Others, like Sarah Lucas, one of the few great artists of her notorious Y.B.A. (Young British Artist) generation, didn’t quite rise to the occasion, scattering the British Pavilion with intermittently pervy sculpture against dazzling marigold yellow walls.
Others succumbed to tired forms of festivalism, exemplified by Camille Norment’s expanses of broken glass in the Scandinavian Pavilion, which frame a more interesting sound piece; and Chihaur Shiota’s seductive presentation of two ancient fishing boats engulfed in a cloud of crisscrossing red yarn strung with hundreds of old keys, in the Japan Pavilion.
The national exhibitions featured works that would have enhanced Mr. Enwezor’s show, notably Hito Steyerl’s riveting parody of corporate malfeasance, a film propelled by an Internet dance sensation and projected in a gridded room redolent of the movie “Tron.” Visitors sat on deck chairs and lawn furniture, a scene that for me conjured the deck of the Titanic.

In the group show “Personne et les Autres” at the Belgium Pavilion, built during the reign of King Leopold II, the Belgian artist Vincent Meessen had invited a roster of artists from Africa and Europe to exhibit with him. But the gathering was dominated by his own documentary, “One. Two. Three.” It expands the history of the European avant-garde known as the Situationist International to include Congolese intellectuals, while also recounting the writing of a protest song that emerges tantalizingly as the film progresses.
The one artist who really engaged the world was Christoph Büchel representing Iceland. He orchestrated the conversion of a disused Roman Catholic church in Venice’s Cannaregio neighborhood into what became the only mosque in the historic part of the city, aimed at serving the many Muslims who commute to Venice each day to work. Mr. Büchel outfitted the interior with a convincing arrangement of prayer carpets, plaques and Qurans, and after weeks of touch-and-go negotiations with city officials he was allowed to stage the opening ceremony, complete with a sermon by an imam. But no sooner had this taken place than rumblings resumed, with the city threatening to forbid services being held there. It could function only as art, not for religion. Even so, the effort succeeded in shedding a harsh light on a failure of civic tolerance and understanding.
Correction: May 16, 2015
An earlier version of this article misspelled the name of the artist whose work inspired one of the pavilions at the Venice Biennale. He was Walter De Maria, not Water DeMaria.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Glenn Ligon: Untitled (I Remember) 1992


As discussed and agreed upon in class...5/15 two months after the assassination of Caesar




RESEARCH PAPERS DEADLINE- DUE ON FRIDAY JUNE 19TH BY NO LATER THAN 4PM. 
ON THAT DAY BEFORE AND AFTER ART HISTORY CLASS I WILL BE IN ROOM 172-NO EMAILED COPIES-NO COPIES LEFT IN MY MAILBOX... AND AS STATED IN YOUR RESEARCH PAPER REQUIREMENTS HANDED OUT THE FIRST DAY OF CLASS EACH DAY THE PAPER IS LATE IT DROPS ONE FULL GRADE. AS STATED INTENSELY IN CLASS TODAY ABSOLUTELY NO HANDWRITING ANYWHERE ON THE PAPER.


The following posts below are of random artists/works to spur discussion in class...please take a look and an opinionated stand.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Piet Mondrian (1872-1944)


Piet Mondrian: Lozenge with 4 lines and grey (1926)


Andy Warhol: Little Electric Chair (1964/65)


Cy Twombly: Untitled (NYC) 1956


Peter Fischli & David Weiss: “Mr & Mrs Einstein shortly after the conception of their son Albert” Peter Fischli & David Weiss: “Mr & Mrs Einstein shortly after the conception of their son Albert”


Christopher Wool: Untitled (1990)


Vija Celmins; #8 (Edward)


Rudolf Stingel: Untitled (2002)


Andy Warhol by Richard Avedon in Memory of Valeria Solanas


Philip Guston: The Studio (1969)


Robert Rauschenberg: Three Panel Black Painting (1951/53)


Richard Prince (1988) Richard Prince (1988)


Glenn Ligon: Hands (1997)


Ed Ruscha (1974)


Jean-Michel Basquiat: Turtle Creek (1985)


Thursday, May 14, 2015

Damien Hirst's 'For the Love of God' which sold for £50 million at auction is a platinum cast of an 18th century human skull encrusted with 8,601 flawless diamonds...( As we discussed in class )


Andres Serrano & Philip Guston: Drawing (1968)


Important? Unimportant? Based on...Legit Graffitti? Future famous individual involved? Words? As discussed in class today


Millennials are a little confused when it comes to privacy - The Washington Post



In a poll that defies all logic and reason based on previous polling, Gallup found that 44 percent of millennials trust that businesses are keeping their personal information private all or most of the time – more than any other generation. Just 26 percent say they don’t really trust said businesses – the lowest among all generations.

Millennials are a little confused when it comes to privacy - The Washington Post

Chris Burden-As discussed in class today


FOX5 News protects the innocent but for one thing


Sunday, May 10, 2015

Chris Burden dies at 69..."Trans-Fixed" relevant to origins of Volkswagen? As discussed in class

Chris Burden, Trans-fixed, 1974
Adolf Hitler and Volkswagen
Sitting at a restaurant table in Munich in the summer of 1932, Hitler designed the prototype for what would become the immensely successful Beetle design for Volkswagen (literally, the "car of the people"). In an era where only the most economic elite possessed cars, Hitler believed that all people should be able to own a car and additionally thought that a smart design could allow for reliability, enjoyment, and vacation travel. The name given to the car in 1938 was Kraft durch Freude (KdF-Wagen, literally "strength through joy car").
Hitler gave his design to the head of Daimler-Benz, Jakob Werlin, and stressed its importance. "Take it with you and speak with people who understand more about it than I do. But don't forget it. I want to hear from you soon, about the technical details."
 

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Leonardo da Vinci’s resume


Before he was famous, before he painted the Mona Lisa and the Last Supper, before he invented the helicopter, before he drew the most famous image of man, before he was all of these things, Leonardo da Vinci was an armorer, a weapons guy, a maker of things that go “boom.”
And, like you, he had to put together a resume to get his next gig. So in 1482, at the age of 30, he wrote out a letter and a list of his capabilities and sent it off to Ludovico il Moro, Duke of Milan.
So to celebrate Leonardo’s birthday this Wednesday, April 15th, I’d like to share his wonderful resume with you. You can click on the link below to see the full-size version.




The translation of this letter is quite remarkable:
  “Most Illustrious Lord, Having now sufficiently considered the specimens of all those who proclaim themselves skilled contrivers of instruments of war, and that the invention and operation of the said instruments are nothing different from those in common use: I shall endeavor, without prejudice to any one else, to explain myself to your Excellency, showing your Lordship my secret, and then offering them to your best pleasure and approbation to work with effect at opportune moments on all those things which, in part, shall be briefly noted below.
1. I have a sort of extremely light and strong bridges, adapted to be most easily carried, and with them you may pursue, and at any time flee from the enemy; and others, secure and indestructible by fire and battle, easy and convenient to lift and place. Also methods of burning and destroying those of the enemy.
2. I know how, when a place is besieged, to take the water out of the trenches, and make endless variety of bridges, and covered ways and ladders, and other machines pertaining to such expeditions.
3. If, by reason of the height of the banks, or the strength of the place and its position, it is impossible, when besieging a place, to avail oneself of the plan of bombardment, I have methods for destroying every rock or other fortress, even if it were founded on a rock, etc.
4. Again, I have kinds of mortars; most convenient and easy to carry; and with these I can fling small stones almost resembling a storm; and with the smoke of these cause great terror to the enemy, to his great detriment and confusion.
5. And if the fight should be at sea I have kinds of many machines most efficient for offense and defense; and vessels which will resist the attack of the largest guns and powder and fumes.
6. I have means by secret and tortuous mines and ways, made without noise, to reach a designated spot, even if it were needed to pass under a trench or a river.
7. I will make covered chariots, safe and unattackable, which, entering among the enemy with their artillery, there is no body of men so great but they would break them. And behind these, infantry could follow quite unhurt and without any hindrance.
8. In case of need I will make big guns, mortars, and light ordnance of fine and useful forms, out of the common type.
9. Where the operation of bombardment might fail, I would contrive catapults, mangonels, trabocchi, and other machines of marvellous efficacy and not in common use. And in short, according to the variety of cases, I can contrive various and endless means of offense and defense.
10. In times of peace I believe I can give perfect satisfaction and to the equal of any other in architecture and the composition of buildings public and private; and in guiding water from one place to another.
11. I can carry out sculpture in marble, bronze, or clay, and also I can do in painting whatever may be done, as well as any other, be he who he may.
Again, the bronze horse may be taken in hand, which is to be to the immortal glory and eternal honor of the prince your father of happy memory, and of the illustrious house of Sforza.
And if any of the above-named things seem to anyone to be impossible or not feasible, I am most ready to make the experiment in your park, or in whatever place may please your Excellency – to whom I comment myself with the utmost humility, etc.”

Monday, May 4, 2015

It’s Called the Met Gala, but It’s Definitely Anna Wintour’s Party

It’s Called the Met Gala, but It’s Definitely Anna Wintour’s Party


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On Monday, as twilight falls on Fifth Avenue, more than 500 Oscar-winning actresses and actors, Wall Street titans, Silicon Valley wunderkinds, fashion designers and Hollywood players will walk up a 150-yard red carpet leading into the Metropolitan Museum of Art for what has become, over the last decade, the undisputed party of the year on the New York social schedule.
Last year, the single evening generated almost $12 million, was a trending topic on Twitter and attracted over 25 million page views on vogue.com the following day. This year, it will be part of a documentary by the filmmaker Andrew Rossi, and recorded by 225 approved photographers, reporters and even tweeters and Snapchatters.
It is the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute benefit, known as the Met Ball. In addition to kicking off the museum’s annual blockbuster fashion show, devoted this year to Chinese aesthetics’ influence on Western fashion, the event has become a testament to the unmistakable power of its co-host, the 65-year-old editor of Vogue and artistic director of Condé Nast, Anna Wintour, continuing the mythmaking of films such as “The Devil Wears Prada” and — in a retort of sorts to that thinly disguised portrayal — the 2009 documentary “The September Issue.”

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Anna Wintour, the editor of Vogue and artistic director of Condé Nast, on the red carpet before the Met Ball last year. Credit Andrew H. Walker/Getty Images

Since 1999, Ms. Wintour, an iron fist in an Oscar de la Renta (or Prada or Chanel) dress, has been the driving force behind the gala’s transformation from a well-attended dinner for museum donors and patrons into one of the biggest fund-raising events staged by any of the city’s cultural institutions, as well as an unprecedented global advertisement for her vision of the fashion industry.
How that happened is a story not only of changes in society, media and philanthropy, but also of one woman’s understanding of how a single evening could solidify her role as a corporate power broker.
Under Ms. Wintour’s reign, the gala has raised more than $145 million for the Costume Institute (the party funds its operating budget in its entirety), with attendees willing to pay $25,000 for an individual ticket or commit to a minimum $175,000 for a table of 10. By contrast, the Museum of Modern Art’s recent David Rockefeller lunch, the museum’s biggest annual fund-raiser, brought in $3.5 million, while the New York City Ballet’s 2014 spring and fall galas raised a combined $5.45 million.
That is partly why, at a ceremony last May that was attended by Michelle Obama and nearly every living American fashion designer of note to reveal the newly renovated Costume Institute, the space was christened the “Anna Wintour Costume Center.”
If the gala has been good for the Met, it has also been very good for Vogue, cementing Ms. Wintour’s position as perhaps the most powerful person in fashion. She and her team exert significant control over the guest list, the seating plan, the coverage — deciding which reporters are allowed to go where — and, often, even what selected guests will wear.
Attendance at the gala “is something you now have to consider as part of a strategy for any designer in the world,” said Ed Filipowski, co-president of the public relations and production firm KCD. “No other international event even comes close.”
And, given the shadow economy of Hollywood fueled by beauty contracts and brand ambassadorships, celebrity guests have their own compelling business reasons to attend, according to Bryon Lourd, chairman and managing director of Creative Artists Agency.
Though she declined to be formally interviewed for this article, Ms. Wintour agreed to answer three questions via email as long as they did not involve the guest list, the seating plan or financial information. Asked about her own motivation, she said “there was no grand plan.”
However, Mr. Filipowski said, “In my experience, she does not do anything she does not understand.”
What is clear is that before Ms. Wintour arrived, “It was a very different kind of party,” Emily Rafferty, president emerita of the museum, said. “It was local society.”

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Pat Buckley, the socialite wife of the conservative pundit William F. Buckley, had been largely overseeing the event since 1979 (it was started by the publicist Eleanor Lambert in 1948). Tickets were generally bought by individuals, unlike today, when most are bought by companies such as Burberry, Chanel and Versace.
The international fashion crowd entered the equation in 1983 with the Yves Saint Laurent show, which was masterminded by Diana Vreeland, then a special consultant to the Costume Institute. Combined with the explosion of Wall Street money that swept the philanthropic scene in the late 1980s and shifted the focus from cultural institutions to schools and hospitals, the profile of the typical Met Ball attendee began to shift from the traditional society names toward newer, boldface personalities.
The true flexion point came in 1995, when Ms. Wintour, who was hired as Vogue’s editor in 1988, was asked to host for the first time. The following year, the invitation went to Elizabeth Tilberis, another British editorial import who had been brought over to run the Hearst-owned magazine Harper’s Bazaar in 1992.
“They were keeping a pretty close watch on each other at the time,” said Susan Magrino, chief executive of the Magrino public relations firm, who handled communications duties for Ms. Tilberis. “Liz saw the Met as a way to show she had arrived. In a way, the museum was the accidental beneficiary of their competition.” (Ms. Tilberis died of cancer in 1999.)
Diana, Princess of Wales, was a guest at the gala that Ms. Tilberis hosted, and Christian Dior served as a sponsor. Bernard Arnault, Dior’s owner, had just named the radical British designer John Galliano as artistic director, and Mr. Galliano made his debut with the dress Diana wore that night. The pair caused a media sensation.
By 1999, Ms. Wintour had become, as she remains, the gala’s de facto co-host, and her leadership coincided with the shift in Vogue covers from model-based images to celebrities. In 1993, there were three celebrity Vogue covers; by 1998, there were seven, and in 2002, there were 10.
The gala’s guest list was undergoing a similar transformation. Starting in 2003, celebrities served as a hosts of the Met Ball or the dance after-party, which no longer exists, every year, including Nicole Kidman in 2003 and 2005 (seven Vogue covers), Sienna Miller in 2006 (four covers), and Carey Mulligan in 2012 (three covers, including this month’s). There can be up to four additional hosts, as there are this year.
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Though Hildy Kuryk, Vogue’s director of communications, is quick to point out that not every cover model is a host of the ball, it is also true that every female Hollywood star who has served as a host has been on the cover of Vogue.
“A lot of actresses aspire to the cover of Vogue,” Mr. Lourd said. “It’s the gold standard. And Anna absolutely controls that.” As a result, he added, “There are a lot of people who would like her to like them.” And not just actresses.
When the designer Stella McCartney was asked to be a host in 2011, the year of the museum’s Alexander McQueen exhibit, she had just gotten pregnant. “I thought, ‘Oh my god, if Anna finds out I will be at the top of those stairs just after giving birth....’ ” Ms. McCartney said with a laugh.

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The rotunda of the Metropolitan Museum of Art during last year’s benefit gala, which honored the designer Charles James. Credit Erin Baiano for The New York Times

Did she consider saying no?