Showing posts with label Adela Andea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adela Andea. Show all posts

Monday, May 27, 2013

Self-Portraiture through Social Media with a Side of Crystal Meth

Dean Liscum

As a self-proclaimed art critic and reviewer, I was curious about/envious of/doubtful that Devon Britt-Darby's exhibition, Art Criticism and Reporting, could command my (or anyone else's) attention or interest for longer than it took me to inhale my drink. I went out of morbid curiosity because as a writer I know that art writing is many things: analysis, critical thinking, emotional insecurity, pettiness, and personal preference professed, but art it is not. I doubted that Britt-Darby's work could hold its own against Adela Andea's sculptures (think Donald Judd on acid)


Adela Andea's work in the Art League courtyard

or the mixed media complexity of Giovanni Valderas but I was willing to listen to his talk and check it out the work.

The talk wandered through the maze that has become the Art Guys Marry a Plant and Britt-Darby's response, a social sculpture/performance piece, The Art Gay Marries a Woman, and the antics that have followed. (It's all on his blog...at least the interesting parts.) The topic was germane, but  the presentation was more Jermaine Jackson in that you had a vague sense of why you were there but the show wasn't delivering what you wanted. For instance, I learned that according to Devon (Douglas Britt's nom de sex) being a sex worker in San Francisco is relatively easy and lucrative. Lots of artists moonlight as sex workers (according to one artist/ex-sex worker). Also, sex work is a cash business that makes crystal meth addiction that much easier.  Go figure.

However, the talk did eventually meander toward art and set the stage for the source of the works in the exhibit, the portraits. The works are monochromatic, text-based works composed of grey acrylic paint and glass particles on canvas. The legibility of the works shifts with the changes in the ambient light in the gallery.


Devon Britt-Darby, Doug69, HooBoy’s Male4Male Escort Review, 2013, Acrylic, glass microspheres and enamel on canvas

Britt-Darby cites Glenn Ligon's coal dust paintings, which play with legibility and text, as one of his influences.


Devon Britt-Darby, Peter Simek, Salon, 2013, Acrylic, glass microspheres and enamel on canvas

Britt-Darby added another visibility challenge to his canvases by borrowing a technique from the Los Angeles based artist Mary Corse. Corse uses glass microspheres, which are used to make painted lines on roads reflective.

The text consists of quotes taken from social media sites. Some of the media reviews art. Some of it reviews escorts/sex workers. All of it reviews Devon Britt-Darby. Britt-Darby deems these works on canvas as portraits of the people who wrote the art criticism and reporting. In his creation myth, he is the Rorschach test by which these reviewers reveal themselves. As he states of the works and himself in the third person, "[these texts] aren't by him, they are directed at him." As an artist selecting which textual passages to paint, he views himself as in control of his subject. He is the portrait artist with himself as a common, defining theme for his subjects.

The conceit becomes (as he presents it) portraits of the authors as seen through the lens of his sex worker-crystal meth addiction-plant marrying protest antics. And I reject that conceit. His assertion seems a little disingenuous to me. It's both silly and safe for Britt-Darby to position these works as portraits because the focus becomes these reviewers and the culture/audience that they represent. But it's not. Anyone who heard the talk or views the show will immediately understand that it's all about Britt-Darby. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Because there isn't. These portraits are unique and intriguing exactly because their medium is the words and perceptions of others about the artist.


Devon Britt-Darby, Robert Boyd, The Great God Pan Is Dead, 2013, Acrylic, glass microspheres and enamel on canvas

It is in this selection process that Britt-Darby portrays himself, that he self-actualizes for all the world to see. Not as a sex worker or meth addict or a gay-rights activist or a self-absorbed columnist, but as an artist. It is in these supposed "portraits" of his critics and reviewers that he creates his own revealing self-portraits.

The supposition of the show begs the question--if what a person (artist/critic/audience member) says about a subject (controversial or not) portrays who s/he is, then DOES NOT the criticism of someone that the criticized chooses to repeat/re-present to an audience through verbal or visual art self-portray (or betray) that person?

I say it does, and I'm not sure what that says about me. But I'm thegreatgodpanisdead, and I'm OK with that.

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Thursday, May 16, 2013

Pan Recommends for the week of May 16 to May 22

Dean Liscum & Robert Boyd

There's a lot going on art-wise in Houston this weekend. Here's some of what we're interested in checking out.

THURSDAY


Clarissa Tossin, Brasília by Foot, 2009. Archival inkjet on cotton paper. 20 in. x 30 in.


Study for a Landscape by Clarissa Tossin at Sicardi Gallery, 6 pm (with an artist talk on Monday at 7 pm). Keep the International Festival's Brazil theme going with former Core fellow Clarissa Tossin's work. (Also, don't forget to check out her Milam Street window installations.)

FRIDAY


Delio Delgado, Untitled #1, Mixed media print, 13” x 13”, 2011

The boat is a floating piece of space featuring Charles Campbell, Delio Delgado, Erika DeFreitas, Dionne Simpson and Stacey Tyrrell at the Houston Museum of African American Culture, 6:30 pm. Work by Canadian artists of Caribbean descent. Frater and the HMAAC continue to deliver. Miss this and miss out.


Former Houston Chronicle art critic Devon Britt-Darby can't stop explaining art to us--even his own art.

Lots of stuff at the Art League starting at 6 pm, including:
  • Cocomirie by Adela Andea in collaboration with Markus Cone and Ian Travis, who will be doing a musical performance at the opening (artist talk at 6:30 and performance at 7:15)
  • Art Criticism and Reporting by Devon Britt-Darby (artist talk at 7 pm)
  • New Work by Giovanni Valderas (artist talk at 6:15)
It's another Jenny Ash and company Art League orgy. Prepare to be overwhelmed.


Andy Coolquitt, Red Blue Stick (detail), 2011, lighters, acrylic rod, epoxy

andy coolquitt: attainable excellence at the Blaffer Art Museum, 6 pm. This Austin artist has shot up to the big time with his grungy assemblages of weird old crap (including crackhead's plastic lighters). Come prepared to be slightly perplexed and mighty intrigued.


Jeffrey Dell knows what the public likes!

Jeffrey Dell: Follies and Linda Post: Igvonne at Art Palace, 6 pm. I have two words for the two shows at Art Palace: Iggy and Cake.

SATURDAY



Incorpus Articum by Nestor Topchy 7 to 10 p.m.  at George H. Lewis and Sons Funeral Directors, 1010 Bering Drive. Art, embalming fluid, alcohol and Nestor Topchy. Bring it!

 
This is what Kerry Adams showed at the Spacetaker ARC Gallery in 2011

Box 13 Artspace presents:
  • Darcy Rosenberger and Guillaume Gelot show D+G, a “festivitiy of love.”
  • Kerry Adams’ Reality of Memories 
  • Ann Wood’s Pyre
  • Shelby Shadwell’s, A Universal Picture
from 7 to 9 pm. Love, memories, a pyre (or two) and drawings of dead cockroaches...and Topchy thought he'd have a lock on morbidity this Saturday night.


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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Safari to the Suburbs 1: Luxuriant Refuse at the Pearl Fincher Museum

by Robert Boyd

I live in the suburbs. I know there are art-lovers here, but we are fairly uncommon--compared to those who live in hipper inner city neighborhoods. We are less concentrated in the population for the simple reason that the suburbs themselves are less concentrated. The suburbs place a high premium on outward conformity, so it's hard to tell who's artsy. Deeper inside the city, people are more likely to wear their artsiness outwardly--in their lawn art, their art cars, their fashions, their tattoos and hairstyles. But we suburbanites keep that stuff inside the walls of our homes. There are exceptions--the suburbs are too vast to be homogenous. But the problem with the suburbs is that there isn't enough of a concentration of artistic types to encourage arts institutions to form. Few people start galleries in the 'burbs. We hardly have any arts institutions.

But even so, there are exceptions. The Pearl Fincher Museum of Fine Art is one I've written about before. Located in Spring, it is near Steubner-Airline just north of FM 1960 on Cypresswood Dr. It's in a neighborhood that appears to be fairly upper-middle-class. The houses are the brick generica favored by Houston developers. Just to give you an idea of how spread out things are up there, the Woodlands is about 14 miles from the Pearl Fincher.  Nonetheless, the Pearl Fincher has community support--that can be seen by their well-attended openings, and their website claims that they have over 2000 donors. (They are not a 501(c)3 organization, so their finances are not reported publicly. Correction: They are a 501(c)3, but the name of the non-profit is the Cypress Creek Fine Art Association, not the Pearl Fincher Museum of Fine Art.)

Most of their previous exhibits have been exhibits by local artists (including student shows) or exhibits culled from the collections of local collectors. This seems like a good exhibition strategy for a young (established in 2008) suburban museum. It's an approach that promotes buy-in from the local artistic community. (Indeed, the Pearl Fincher has had a series of shows with the subtitle "Northwest Houston Collects".) But it's not a viable long-term strategy, because once you have that buy-in, you need to occasionally show things that are not from your own backyard. You're nurturing a local scene, and that means paying attention to that local scene, which the Pearl Fincher is doing well, but it also means injecting new ideas into that scene.

So I was excited when I heard about Luxuriant Refuse, a contemporary group show curated by Melissa Grobmyer and featuring the work of Adela Andea, Johnston Foster, Alison Foshee, Sarah Frost, Gwyneth Leech, Shawne Major, Aurora Robson, Betsabeé Romero, and Paul Villinski.

Belch
Aurora Robson, Belch (aka Tarball), 2009, discarded PET bottles, tinted polycrylic, rivets, steel armature, mica powder

Aurora Robson's work may be familiar to Houstonians from The Great Indoors, her installation at the Rice Gallery, or her installation at the Rice Recreation and Wellness Center. Those colorful pieces contrast to this large black encrusted sphere, floating slightly above eye-level like a menacing alien spacecraft.

Bioluminescence
Adela Andea, Bioluminescence, 2012, pool noodles and cold cathode fluorescent lights mounted on wire mesh

Equally alien, but much more colorful is Bioluminescence by  Adela Andea. I question the categorization of pool noodles as refuse--is she actually making sculpture out of thrown-away materials, or did she buy a bunch of pool noodles new? But who cares? It's a pretty work and it's something I haven't really seen before at the Pearl Fincher--a site specific installation. (I know Andea has presented this work elsewhere, but I suspect it varies depending on the place of installation.)

River Euphrates
Johnston Foster, River Euphrates, 2004, traffic cones, wood, plastic trash cans, duct tape, Venetian blinds

Johnston Foster's work--animals assembled from castaway plastic detritus--fits the theme of the show better. River Euphrates, a rhino made out of traffic cones, was a crowd-pleaser. The inclusion of the oxpeckers on the rhino's back was a nice touch.

The thing with pieces like River Euphrates, Bioluminescence and Belch (aka Tarball) is that they look cool. One could imagine someone curating a show of art made of trash and debris that would have been much more austere, more intellectual, more challenging. The choice here was to be accessible. Is the audience being condescended to? Is there a calculation that this suburban audience might not appreciate more difficult work? Or to put it another way, is there a deliberate choice not to alienate the audience?

(Years ago, when I worked for The Comics Journal, we were about to run an interview with cartoonist Paul Chadwick, the creator of a comic called Concrete. I mentioned to one of the editors that to me, Chadwick seemed totally mainstream and therefore should not be included in our magazine. This editor wisely responded, "To you and me he may seem mainstream, but there are many readers for whom Chadwick is quite radical." This has stuck with me and seems appropos here.)

Ivanhoe
Alison Foshee, Ivanhoe, 2012, labels on canvas

The artists in this show veer between those who create work that is pretty and those whose work makes you think, "Wow, that's amazing." (Or sometimes both.) Alison Foshee uses product labels to create her beautiful, somewhat abstract flowers. 

Tire
Betsabeé Romero, 2007, Tire, carved rubber truck tire

Tire
Betsabeé Romero, 2007, Tire, carved rubber truck tire

Betsabeé Romero's Tire belongs more in the "wow" category. Houstonians may remember his work which was included in the show Cosmopolitan Routes: Houston Collects Latin American Art at the MFAH.

Sign Off
Sarah Frost, Sign Off, 2011, discarded computer keyboard keys

Sarah Frost is also one of the "wow" artists. Sign-Off, like many of her pieces, is composed of old computer keyboard keys. These keys are not only trash (and therefore appropriate for inclusion in this exhibit), but they're obsolete as well. Sign-Off is a formal work of light and dark, but it is also a reminder of how we produce millions of these little things knowing that most will be thrown away after at most a few years.

Frost was one of the stand-out artists at the Houston Fine Art Fair last year, and her piece there was one of the ones that sold. (I will return to the subject of the HFAF below.)

Consonance
Paul Villinski, Consonance, 1993-2006, gold leaf on found work gloves

Paul Villinski's Consonance is one work that is neither "pretty" nor "wow," and to me is perhaps the most intriguing work in the show. It combines the grungy (old work gloves) with the glamorous (gold leaf). The seven gloves are arranged horizontally so that the boundary between glove and gold leaf forms a kind of horizon line. He has, in a sense, created a landscape. This piece is from a series he did with gloves where he combined the sweaty, dirty work glove with some elegant addition, like gold leaf or embroidery.

I mentioned the Houston Fine Art Fair earlier. They sponsored this exhibit and had promotional material available for attendees on opening night. In addition, curator Melissa Grobmyer is a partner with M.K.G. Art Management, LLC., a private company that provides art acquisition and divestment services, appraisals, art inventory management, art leases and corporate archival services. Now it's not unusual for a museum show to be sponsored by a private company. It's the cost we have to pay to see exhibits in a country where the government doesn't typically pay the bills for art museums. But Luxuriant Refuse is a little different--both Hamptons Expo Group (parent company of HFAF) and M.K.G. are companies in the art business. And doing a show like this is a way to drum up business for themselves.

In fact, I think it's kind of brilliant (if ethically shaky). We know there are a lot of well-off people in North Houston. Some of them are into art, and the Pearl Fincher Museum has been cultivating those art-lovers for the past four years. M.K.G. would no doubt like to serve as art consultant for energy company executives in the Woodlands. HFAF would like the collectors who loan work to the Pearl Fincher--as well as aspirational collectors--to visit the art fair this September. I have no idea what deal was made between Hamptons Expo Group and the Pearl Fincher or between M.K.G. and the Pearl Fincher. But on the face of it, each party benefits. M.K.G. and HFAF get access to potential clients while the Pearl Fincher gets a very nice art exhibit. However, the exhibit is also risky for the Pearl Fincher--it's possible that people will see the museum as a shill for the two commercial enterprises. (Tyler Green would have a meltdown over this.)

I'm not sure how I feel. The blatant combination of art business and art museum feels a little skeevy. But I suspect that without the help of M.K.G. and Hamptons Expo Group, the Pearl Fincher would have found it difficult to mount a show like Luxurient Refuse. And that would have been a shame. It's the kind of show that can ease skeptical people into contemporary art. And I think this is an important task for museums--particularly those like the Pearl Fincher Museum located in the vast suburban plain far from the art center.


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