Showing posts with label Ai Wei Wei. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ai Wei Wei. Show all posts

Friday, October 25, 2013

The Pan Review of Books: Recent Readings

Robert Boyd


Hanging Man: The Arrest of Ai Weiwei by Barnaby Martin (Faber & Faber, 2013). This is a scattered book. Barnaby Martin is not just writing about the arrest of Ai Weiwei, but also about his life leading up to the arrest, the life of his father, the political situation in China from the the Qing dynasty to the present. The amazing thing is that he sort of succeeds. If you are, like me, woefully ignorant of China and the situation that Chinese artists and intellectuals labor under, Hanging Man is actually a good primer.

On April 11, 2011, Ai Weiwei was arrested. Held incommunicado, he was abruptly released on June 22. At first he didn't want to talk about his captivity because if there was one thing he knew, it could happen again at any time. (Nobel laureate Liu Xiaobo is still a political prisoner, so fame is not a perfect shield.) But he finally opened up to his friend Martin. The story had to be told not for his sake, but for the sake of the 55 other known artists, writers and activists who were rounded up at the same time and are still missing.

Ai describes his questioning and the fantastic gulf between him and his interlocutors. It is the same gulf that exists between many artists, particularly conceptual artists, and the public. The public can't see what they are doing is art and assume that there is some kind of scam happening. The police thought that perhaps it was a form of money laundering. But in the United States, the worst a conceptual artist suffers is a kind of invisibility or scorn. Explaining his work to a barely educated chain-smoking cop was a life-or-death matter for Ai.

Ai's international fame probably mitigated his improsonment. But why were all these artists and writers rounded up in the first place? It was the Arab Spring--the uprisings that over-through dictators in Tunisia, Libya, Egypt and Yemen. These scared China. They were afraid that a "jasmine revolution" could happen in China. Mohamed Bouazizi sets himself on fire on December 17, 2010 in Tunisia and four months later, Ai Weiwei is arrested as a result. Cause and effect.

China experts will find lots of potted history and things to disagree with here. Martin acknowledges this as best he can. He knows this brief book is not--cannot be--the whole story of any of its subjects: Chinese history, Chinese contemporary art, Chinese activism, Ai Weiwei, etc. I wish he had included an appendix of further reading suggestions.  But as an introduction to these various subjects, Hanging Man is excellent.


Painting Outside the Lines: Patterns of Creativity in Modern Art by David W. Galenson (Harvard University Press, 2001). David Galnson, an economist at the University of Chicago, presumes to write about art history. It's as if someone took all the propaganda about interdisciplinarity seriously. Even art critics find the narrowness of art writing intolerable. As Nancy Princenthal wrote in her essay "Art Criticism Bound to Fail" (2006): "Semiotics, Lacanian psychoanalysis, Maxist economic theory, structural anthropology--these are all fascinating fields, but they have no more compelling claims as explanatory systems for art criticism than do theology, mathematics, or the physics of color (to name some heuristic precedents)." I've always favored looking at art through the lenses of the social sciences, particularly economics and sociology. But it is one thing to do this in a highly theoretical way (as do most Marxist art critics, like Benjamin Buchloh) and quite another to use the basic substrate of those fields--data. It's one of the reasons that Pierre Bourdieu's writings about art and its audiences carry so much weight--he collected the data and looked at what the data told him. That's what Don Thompson did in The $12 Million Stuffed Shark: The Curious Economics of Contemporary Art, where he found that statistically speaking that art magazines and critics had very little direct effect on the value of works of art (which was a load off my mind).

Galenson takes one of the most popular data sets available for the art world--auction results, and combines it with the birth dates of modern (impressionism to about pop and minimalism) artists, the dates they started their careers, and the dates they did works that had come up at auction. What he wanted to see was if an artists' most valuable works came at a particular time in his life. This turns out to be true, but he discovered something more interesting--that some artist's most valuable works come very early in their career while some come relatively late. If he had made of histogram of this (which is a kind of graph of the distribution), it would have looked like a bactrian camel. This is a great, somewhat surprising result. Once you have data showing you something like this, your job is to try to construct a plausible theory for why it is so. Galenson's theory is that there are some modern artists who reach their goal after long years of trying things and experimenting and honing their ideas and their skills. Cezanne would the the obvious example of this sort of artist. There are other artists who come up with an idea and execute it fully formed, like Athena emerging full grown and armored from Zeus's head. Picasso with Les Demoiselles d'Avignon is an example, as are the stripe paintings of Frank Stella. These usually come early in the artist's career. Galenson calls the first group experimentalists and the second group conceptualists, and suggest that their way of looking at art is fundamentally different.

One problem with this theory is that it assumes that the importance or quality of a body of work from an artist's career is, on average, congruent with the paintings that got highest prices at auction. But he finds a couple of other data-driven ways to demonstrate this. For example, he assumes that broadly speaking, there is a consensus among art historians about which are the most important works of a given artist (obviously there will be disagreements among individual art historians). To figure out what that consensus might be, he looked at the pictures used to illustrate 33 English-language art history surveys published sine 1968. He compared those images with the auction leaders for each artist and found a high overlap, which indicated that the highest priced works also tended to be the ones considered important by art historians.

Of course, he also backs this up with non-numeric data sources--art history texts, art criticism, and original texts by artists themselves (Pissarro's letters look like they must be quite entertaining, based on the bits quoted here).

There are big problems with this approach. It removes the artist from his historical setting. For example, all the abstract expressionists are seen as experimentalists, but considering that they spent the beginnings of their careers 1) in the Depression and 2) somewhat cut off from what was happening in Europe, they had little choice but to get to where they were going through a process of gradual change. They couldn't easily look at what some slightly older artist was doing and take a leap form there. Picasso, on the other hand, could see all the experimental modernism he wanted--he could see the last Cezannes shortly after the master painted them. In a sense, he was in the position to use Cezanne's lifetime of gradual experimentalism to launch his one great conceptual advance, cubism. In short, artists respond to the circumstances they're in.

That said, it's an interesting way to think about the past 150 years of art, and the data is the data. Even if Galenson's interpretation is wrong, the data still exists for some other art historian to examine and draw conclusions from it. But that will only happen if they, like sociologists and psychologists and economists, take a couple of stats classes and learn the math.

cover by Killoffer

The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friederich Engels, translated by Marshall Berman (Penguin Classics). "A spectre is haunting Europe--the spectre of Communism." So begin one of the most important political documents of modern history. It's ending is equally famous: "Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communist revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have the world to win. WORKING MEN OF ALL COUNTRIES UNITE!" But why buy a copy of The Communist Manifesto? Many copies can be found for free online.

At 43 pages, The Communist Manifesto is a pamphlet, not a book. To fill out this Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition, they had to include an introduction by the translator (the recently deceased Marshall Berman) and introductions to the subsequent German, Italian, English, Polish and Russian editions by Engels. So why did I spend $13 on it? Because I love the cover by Killoffer, one of the great French Comics artists who came to prominence through the legendary collective comics publishing outfit, L'Association. Not that much of his comics have been published in English--a few stories in Mome and the amazing solipsistic book Six-hundred and Seventy-six Apparitions of Killoffer. (You can see an excerpt of the latter here.) His cover for the Communist Manifesto is incredible--he uses every square centimeter--the french flaps, the front and back covers, the spine--to present a single continuous image. What did Marx say about commodity fetishism? Excuse me please while I go and admire my new possession.


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Thursday, August 2, 2012

Pan Recommends for the week of August 2 through August 8



The Big Slide Show part 2 at Lawndale, Thursday, August 2, 6 pm. A bunch of artists from the Big Show stand up and awkwardly talk about their own work. Come hear Matt Adams, Caleb Churchill, Jessica Crute, Daniela Koontz, Liza Littlefield, Chad Maydwell, Tracey Meyer, Pen Morrison, Donna Perkins, Cary Reeder and Stephanie Toppin.

The Ai Weiwei documentary, Never Sorry, opens Friday, August 3rd at the Sundance Theater.  Should be awesome.

The Bridge Club performing Medium at Art Palace, Saturday, August 4, 6-8 pm. The Bridge Club killed with their performance Natural Resources at Lawndale in 2011, so we have high hopes for Medium.

Emily Sloan's Recreational Aesthetics: "Please Don't Tell My Parents" at Darke Gallery, Saturday, August 4, 2 to 4 pm. Virginia Billeaud Anderson writes, "I don’t know what it is, but Emily used the same title for the video she presented in the 2011 Big Show, in which her film character slapped a black man’s naked ass, and that outrageous work of art that made me decide it was worth being at Lawndale and tolerating the crowd and heat." Spanking? We're there!

Cornucopia Incorporated at Kallinen Contemporary, Saturday, August 4, 7-11 pm. Another overstuffed Randall Kallinen production (55 artists, at least!) down by the Ship Channel. Among the artists are Daniel Johnston, Solomon Kane, Norberto Clemente, Catfish Perez and many more!

What are you looking forward to next week? Tell us in the comments.


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Monday, January 16, 2012

Links from the Heart

by Robert Boyd


Michael Bise and Adrian Page
Michael Bise and Adrian Page


Gave him a transplant for a brand new start. This certainly is good news! Houston artist and writer Michael Bise, who has been waiting for a heart transplant for a while now, got a new heart on January 12. (And while the operation is done, I'm sure he'd still like a donation to help pay for it.) I suspect the recovery time from such an operation is not brief, but I hope he can soon restart the comic strip he was drawing about his experience as a transplant patient, Life on the List. What I fear is that he may have gotten the heart of a saintly, empathic person, and that it will prevent him from writing the brutally honest art reviews that Houston sorely needs. [Glasstire]

3G International
Electroboutique (Alexei Shulgin and Aristarkh Chernyshev), 3G International

All Power to the  Texters! I liked 3G International by the Russian team Electroboutique for two reasons. First, I found it a witty appropriation of Vladimir Tatlin's Monument to the Third International (it seems to be a popular icon to recreate these days--see Ai Weiwei's version). Second, this is part of an art exhibit in a science museum! This seems like a natural combination--the Houston Museum of Natural Science sometimes shows art; maybe they can bring this exhibit here. [Rhizome]


Simpsons in a museum
The Simpsons encounter Picasso--over and over


The Simpsons do art history. Someone with way way too much time on her hands compiled a list of 100 art historical references from The Simpsons. [Complex]

Rothko Cookies
Mimi O Chun, Mark Rothko tribute cookies


They should serve these at the Rothko Chapel. They might make the whole experience a little less gloomy. [Aesthetics of Joy]



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Friday, June 3, 2011

The Great God Pan Is Linked

by Robert Boyd

Hey, that's my beat! Claire Ruud takes a detailed look at the 990s (the forms nonprofits submit each year to the IRS) for Arthouse and the Dallas Contemporary over at Glasstire. Very interesting. She points out that it is hard to tell when revenue is for operating expenses and when it is for capital expenditures based on the 990. In the case of Arthouse, she should be able to derive the capex by looking at their assets from year to year--after building their new building, their assets will have jumped by a lot. That "jump" is equal to the capex. (The 990 essentially combines elements of an income statement, a balance sheet, and a statement of cash flow--so for a forensic accountant, including an amateur one like me, part of what you do in looking at them is to try to recreate the more traditional accounting statements from them.) (Glasstire)


Speaking of taxes... Longtime art curmudgeon Charlie Finch has a suggestion for what Western institutions can do about Ai Wei Wei's situation--stop paying taxes to the Chinese government. He writes, "I respectfully call on Pace Gallery chairman Arne Glimcher, a man quite familiar, through his family history, of the lethal actions promulgated by fascist governments, whose art operations have been at the vanguard of the Chinese contemporary art scene, to direct Pace not to pay any taxes to the Chinese government until Ai Weiwei and his associates are freed and the charges against them permanently dropped." (Artnet)

Laurel Nakadate

Crybaby. Photographer/video artist/exploiter Laurel Nakadate has been on a crying jag... for art. "'I guess it's not a secret anymore, that I cried on each day of the year 2010,' says Laurel Nakadate, whose photographic record of those tearful months is currently on view both at MoMA PS1 and Leslie Tokonow gallery in New York. 'I did it as a performance, as a personal moment each day, a moment in which I deliberately took part in sadness.'" I would please me to think that at least some of her crying was done after reading this or this.But I suspect her supreme indifference to other people means that she's mainly been crying all the way to the bank. (Artinfo)

Set the Date: If you haven't started taking healthy, stress-relieving regular naps by October 21st, you will be caught up in the Napture--a world-wide event of permanent insomnia. So sayeth Emily Sloan, head of the Southern Naptist Convention. (Artists are on the vanguard of this pro-napping movement, for some reason.) It's not to late to repent! (Emily Sloan)


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Friday, April 22, 2011

Walpurgis Afternoon: Last Minute Prep

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Last night we finished hanging the show--it's huge. 50 pieces all in, including Jim Woodring's performance tonight at 7 pm. That's Woodring above, posing with his giant pen which he'll be wielding tonight.

The exhibit opens at 6:30 pm tonight, at Lawndale Art Center (4912 Main Street Houston TX 77002). Hope to see you there. (And if you miss the opening, it will be up for viewing through June 4.)

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Marc Bell doing a last minute touch-up.

By the way, I want to take a moment to thank Dean Liscum. Most of the recent posts have been his, as I've been so preoccupied with the Walpurgis Afternoon. If you haven't yet, read his erudite review of the George Gittoes exhibit and his self-deprecating account of the Ai Wei Wei protest.


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Monday, April 18, 2011

Minus a few chairs at the Ai Weiwei protest

by Dean Liscum

A couple of days ago I got a Facebook invite to participate in the 1001 Chair protest for Ai Weiwei on Sunday 4/17/2011 at 1 p.m. in front of the Chinese Consulate. It was reposted on several Facebook pages, including the Menil Collection's wall by one of its friends.



I know of Weiwei and appreciate both his art and politics.  I read about Weiwei's detention in the New York Times, which reported that he was accused of unspecified "economic crimes" such as tax evasion. I also know where the Chinese Consulate is in Houston because I always see protesters outside of it when I go to either Berryhill or Soundwaves on Montrose. I figured that the knowledge of these two facts constituted something like fate or an obligation on my part. So, I decided to attend.

I expected to see a large, diverse crowd. After all, how often do the interest of a conceptual-political artist and corporate America coincide? Guilty or not just the fact that he's accused of "economic crimes" against the state has got to get the Fortune 500 jazzed. I expected all those social-media savvy C-Levels from the likes of ExxonMobil, Valero, GE, Carnival Cruiselines, Connoco Phillips, AT&T, Goldman-Sachs, Amazon and others (all of whom have managed some form of tax avoidance in the past 5 years) would have been a-twittering to their rank and file to champion Weiwei's cause. In fact, I'd expect all of corporate America to make him a "Cause célèbre" because as Nancy Folbre documents in her article Tax Havens and Treasure Hunts, it's all the rage.

I convinced Sophie, my partner in crime and art, to come along. Of course I was late picking her up and empty handed.

"Shouldn't have a sign or a picture or something?" she asked as she got into the car.
"No," I assured her. "They'll be plenty of people with signs. We can borrow one."

We arrived at 1:05 p.m. Looking for the huge crowd, I almost drove past the place. Only one woman was sitting on the steps.

"They're probably around the side," I assured Sophie.
We circled the block. No outraged artists. No corporate cronies. Nada.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I'm more of a mob-vigilante protester. I like numbers...lots of numbers. So, I drove to Dirk's coffee and ordered a frappuccino (to stimulate my courage), waiting for the masses to appear. As the barista frapped my frap, I had a revelation. May be this was a post-modern protest in which by sending out lots of FB invitations and liking pages about the protest, people were "protesting". Yet by not physically participating in the protest, they were also protesting the concept of the "Protest." They were challenging everything about the protest from the act of protesting as a concession to the oppressor (why the hell don't we just go get what we want) to the co-opting of the act of protesting by the Establishment as in astroturfing. After all, I didn't read the whole FB invite.

When I returned, the protest still consisted of a lone woman. Sophie and I looked at each other. I started to mention my post-modern theory but then thought WTF. We parked, grabbed our chairs and our coffees, and joined her. She turned out to be the artist Catherine Lee, who'd driven in from the Austin area. We set up our chairs and chatted.



Catherine didn't have a sign either so people just looked at us. Before we arrived, one pedestrian had asked her if she were "OK". A couple strode by and we informed them that we were protesting in support of Weiwei. They hadn't asked and didn't seem to care. They seemed to have more spring-like things in mind.

The three of us sat for about an hour, talked, wrote notes to the Chinese Consulate, and then left. According to the Guardian, in terms of numbers we gave Sao Paulo a run for it's money. We didn't come close to Hong Kong or Berlin or London or New York. But we did represent.

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