Showing posts with label Claes Oldenburg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Claes Oldenburg. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Revisiting Old Favorites at the Museum of Fine Arts

 Robert Boyd

I went to the Kinder building at the Museum of Fine Arts here in Houston last Saturday--the first day it was open to the general public. For many viewers, what was exciting was that they pulled so much art out of storage. Some were things that had never been on permanent display before (and some piece may never have been displayed before). For me, that meant that a few old favorites that I had not seen in a long time finally got pulled out of the garden shed to be seen again. 

Claes Oldenburg, Giant Soft Fan -- Ghost Version, 1967, canvas, wood, polyurethane foam

 This sculpture by Claes Oldenburg used to be in the front lobby of the Caroline Wiess Law Building (the curved part that faces Bissonnet , designed by Mies van der Rohe). I saw it many times when I was was in high school and college. Ironically, it seemed like part of the furniture there. Always waiting for me to walk in and see it. But sometime in the past 25 years, the museum moved it into storage.


Claes Oldenburg, Giant Soft Fan -- Ghost Version, 1967, canvas, wood, polyurethane foam

 Aside from being an amusing and ironic piece of art, it reminds me of when I was a baby art-lover. The entryway to the Mies building is a spectacular space and seeing this classic piece of pop art made me feel at home. I know it's meant to be an oscillating fan, but the base always reminded me of a antique phone receiver. Because the blades of the fan are drooping, that conical shape is kind of the dominate shape. 


 
Claes Oldenburg, Giant Soft Fan -- Ghost Version, 1967, canvas, wood, polyurethane foam

 I know Oldenburg was creating what to him seemed like ordinary household items, but many decades later, it feels like Oldenburg is depicting antiques. Who uses an oscillating fan anymore now in the age of air conditioning? And I am starting to feel like an antique, too. Perhaps that is why I was so moved to see this piece again.

Another piece that used to be displayed in the Caroline Wiess Law Building that was pulled out of storage is this huge Louise Nevelson wall. In the new Kinder building, they have it displayed in a hallway where it is impossible to back up far enough to fit it into a photo on my phone. That isn't really a criticism of how they are displaying it--just a comment on how big it is!

 

Louise Nevelson, Mirror Image 1, 1969, painted wood

I've always liked how Nevelson stacked up wooden boxes in a way that announced, "This is art." The materials seem so humble--literally wood scraps. According to the information card, she reused wooden boxes that had once been pedestals. A little band saw, a few nails, some black paint and you have an art! Even as a young guy I was impressed.


Louise Nevelson, Mirror Image 1, 1969, painted wood

My photos lighten the color of the piece. It is much more black than it appears in these images. 

 


Louise Nevelson, Mirror Image 1, 1969, painted wood

Looking at this piece after so many years reminds me of Nevelsons I have seen since. There is a huge public Louise Nevelson a few blocks away from my apartment (cast in metal). I am also reminded of a short story by comics artist Megan Kelso called "Queen of the Black Black" from 1997. When she did her first book collection, she titled it Queen of the Black Black. It was an entirely fictional story about Louise Nevelson as an older woman lording it over her servants whose job it is to clean her dusty sculptures and otherwise assist her--and listen to her stories about how she was a young, beautiful, promiscuous New York artist. In an afterward, Kelso admits "it is not in any way biographical." However, it works as a story, and keeping Nevelson's sculptures dust-free must be an on-going nightmare for museums.

Megan Kelso, Queen of the Black Black cover, 2011

This issue of keeping Nevelson's sculptures clean is the subject of Kelso's cover to her collection.


Dawolu Jabari Anderson, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Tar, 2009, Latex, acrylic, and ink on paper
 
This one was hard to photograph because it was under glass. I've only seen it displayed in the MFAH once, and it was in a show of black art. But what they do in the Kindle building is to literally integrate the "black art" with the rest of the collection. It is no longer relegated to token status. 

Dawolu Jabari Anderson, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Tar, 2009, Latex, acrylic, and ink on paper
 
This image is from the MFAH's website. It's not a great photo, but at least you don't get the glare of the glass.

Dawolu Jabari Anderson is, as far as I know, living in Houston, and I've seen his work several times over the years. But I haven't seen anything from him in the last few years. Has he moved away? Stopped making art? I don't know. I would love to see what he is working on. I love these pastiches of old comic book covers combined with African-American folk characters. He was a part of the collective Otabenga Jones & Company (which was in a Whitney Biennial a few years ago), and like a bunch of African American artists about his age from Houston, he's obsessed with comic books. But where is he now?

 The next few images are not artworks that have been in storage for decades, like the Nevelson and the Oldernberg. They were, until a few weeks ago, over in the Beck Building with other 20th century artworks--many of which have moved to the Kinder Building now.

Lyonel Feininger, Self-Portrait, 1915, oil on canvas

Feininger was apparently living in Berlin when he painted this bilious, cubist self-portrait. The wall card describes him as being an "enemy alien" at the outbreak of World War I, but I think that is an error. Feininger was born in the U.S.A., and the U.S.A. didn't enter the war until April 1917, long after this painting was done. But it does raise the question--what did Feininger do between April 1917 and November 1918, during which time he really was an enemy alien? I don't know, but as soon as the war was over, he became one of the first teachers hired by the Bauhaus.

I became a fan of Feininger because of his short-lived comic strip, The Kin-der-kids, which was exceptionally well-written and beautifully drawn. Feininger had been working as a cartoonist in Germany and France since 1894, and his studies of avant garde art leaked into his cartooning. The Kin-der-kids was the first cubist comic strip. It was collected into a book, The Comic Strip Art of Lyonel Feininger: The Kin-Der-Kids and Wee Willie Winkie's World,  by the defunct Kitchen Sink Press, and apparently reprinted by Fatagraphics. But what hasn't been collected (in English, at least) are his German and French cartoons. I would buy that book, if some publisher wanted to publish it.


 Elie Nadelman, Tango, c. 1918-24, cherrywood and gesso

I don't really know much about Elie Nadelman. This sculpture was always kept in a gallery of 20th century American art in the Beck building, but now it lives in the Kinder building. It looks like a piece of folk art, but it's not. Nadelman had studied art in Europe and knew avant garde artists there, but moved to the U.S. and became interested in folk art. His own work melds his training and his interest in folk art.

 Elie Nadelman, Tango, c. 1918-24, cherrywood and gesso

This sculpture has long charmed me. The thing about an educated artist like Nadelman imitating a folk style is that he can never be truly naive. But so what? It works and is lovely--what else do we need?


Friday, December 14, 2012

Going Nowhere, Fast

Robert Boyd

As metaphors go, the hamster wheel is a good one. The idea of man being on a hamster wheel, endlessly, mindlessly running with no destination, a willing cog in the machinery of modern life--you can't beat it. It's hardly surprising that artists of all stripes would employ this image. That's what James Ciosek has done with Human Hamster Wheel.


James Ciosek, Human Hamster Wheel, mixed media, 2012

But a metaphor like this doesn't belong to one artist. "Which one of us exercises on the old treadmill --- Who hides his head, pretending to sleep?" Yeah, I've reached rock bottom here--I'm quoting Jethro Tull ("One Brown Mouse" from the album Heavy Horses, 1978). But that lyric popped into my head as I watched people in the Human Hamster Wheel going nowhere, fast.

But what really popped into mind was an installation by Los Angeles artist Liz Young that I saw in 1990 at the Center on Contemporary Art in Seattle. The name of the piece was Neglected Fixations, and it was part of a group show called Low Technology: Artist Made Machines curated by Larry Reid. It features a human-sized hamster wheel (which had some people walking in it constantly--you could see sweat pouring off them when you viewed it) while Young sat nearby in a metal bath-tub filled with water. The metaphor here is a little different because Young was a paraplegic--paralyzed in a car accident when she was 18. Human-powered wheels have a different meaning for Young, I suspect.


James Ciosek, Human Hamster Wheel, mixed media, 2012

The thing is that whatever the metaphor, the idea of building a giant version of a really small thing has been a popular artistic strategy since Claes Oldenburg did it in the early 60s. There is something inherently fun about it. When you get inside Human Hamster Wheel, you aren't thinking about the futility of modern existence--you are playing. You're on a carnival ride powered by yourself, desperately trying to keep your balance.

Ciosek was quite thoughtful in how he made it. It really is a scaled up hamster wheel, but he added a governor to check the maximum speed it could turn. The wire mesh that you can see on the inside is temporary. It's there so that people can use the wheel safely. Without it, people would undoubtedly trip and break their noses and/or teeth on the cross-beams. But the mesh is held in place with tie-wraps. When (and if) this sculptural contraption finds its way to a permanent resting place, the mesh can be removed and it will revert to being a pristine sculptural object.


James Ciosek, Human Hamster Wheel, mixed media, 2012

But for now, the safety features remain in place and you can see it in back of Lawndale. (The Continuum performance collective will be putting on a carnival-like performance fest with Human Hamster Wheel as the centerpiece on Saturday, December 15 from 3 pm to 5 pm.)

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Friday, June 15, 2012

Cuddly Computers by Ariane Roesch

by Robert Boyd

Bull's Head
Pablo Picasso, Bull's Head, 1942, bicycle seat and handlebars

When Picasso attached a set of handlebars to a bicycle seat to make a bull's head, he was prefiguring one of the great themes of sculpture for the next 70 years--transformation. This has frequently involved taking a subject and making a sculpture of it that transforms one or more seemingly essential quality of the subject.

Giant Soft Fan
Claes Oldenberg, Giant Soft Fan--Ghost Version, 1967, canvas, wood, polyurethane foam

This is what Claes Oldenberg did with his soft sculptures, such as the MFAH's Giant Soft Fan--Ghost Version. He takes an object that is inherently hard, an electric fan, and by rendering out of cloth turns it into something that is mostly soft and droopy. He transforms the fan in other ways, too. He turns a small object--a desktop fan--into a very large object. And he performs the fundamental Pop Art transformation--from anonymous, trivial mass-culture object to unique work of art. Since then, we have seen tiny objects rendered large, large objects made small, common objects remade with precious materials, rugged objects remade as fragile objects, innocuous objects made dangerous, etc.

I was thinking of Claes Oldenberg's sculptures when I saw Ariane Roesch's Playmates, on view at Box 13 through June 23. She has taken early computers and rendered them in felt with stuffing. She has, in effect, turned them into a cross between a throw pillow and a plushie.

Playmates
Arianne Roesch, Playmates (installation view), 2012

According to the description of the work on the Box 13 web page, Roesch is depicting computers from just at the moment when they were starting to be used in the home, when they ceased to be purely utilitarian and became partly for entertainment. (This is something of an error. Even back in the days when you had to dial up from a teletype terminal to a centralized mainframe, there were games. I remember in 7th grade wasting many hours playing a game then called "Advent," which later was marketed under the name Zork. If you know the phrase,"You are in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike," you have probably played a version of this game.)

Playmates
Arianne Roesch, Playmates (detail), 2012

The main thing here is that the computers have been transformed. They are no longer useful, but they are huggable. As much as we love our computers, as much as design-savvy computer makers have tried to turn them into attractive objects, computers still feel hard and technological to many of us. They don't feel cute and cuddly, like the Playmates do. (In Japan, robots in popular culture have long been considered "cute," but I don't think our relationship with technology is quite the same in the U.S., despite movies like Wall-E.) So Roesch's sculptural transformation is therefore quite extreme.

Playmates
Arianne Roesch, Playmates (detail), 2012

When you see these soft droopy sculptures of computers, you want to hug them. And no matter how much you love your actual computer, I bet you have never considered hugging it.



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Monday, May 21, 2012

Chelsea Early May

by Robert Boyd

I was in New York for Frieze, but I did spend some time wandering through Chelsea, where most of New York City's art galleries are. Here's what I saw, offered without comment. (Or at least not much comment.)

Heisenberg
seen on the street

Claes Oldenburg and Coosje Van Bruggen at Pace (through June 23):

Claes Oldenberg
Claes Oldenburg and Coosje Van Bruggen

Claes Oldenberg
Claes Oldenburg and Coosje Van Bruggen

These desk items are, needless to say, huge.

Anish Kapoor at Gladstone Gallery (through June 9). These things look like they were made of petrified turds, like enormous shit menhirs. I love them.

Anish Kapoor
Anish Kapoor

Anish Kapoor
Anish Kapoor

Anish Kapoor
Anish Kapoor

Anish Kapoor
Anish Kapoor

Dana Schutz at Freidrich Petzel through June 16. Just lovely (and funny).

Diana Schutz
Dana Schutz

Diana Schutz
Dana Schutz

Diana Schutz
Dana Schutz

Diana Schutz
Dana Schutz


Gilbert and George's London Pictures were so voluminous that one gallery wasn't enough. They're up at both Sonnabend and Lehman Maupin through June 23.

Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George

Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George

Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George

Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George

Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George

Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George


Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George

Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George

Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George

Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George

Gilbert & George
Gilbert and George

Pier Paolo Calzolari has a mind-blowing show up at Marianne Boesky until June 2.

Pier Paulo Calzolari
Pier Paolo Calzolari

Pier Paulo Calzolari
Pier Paolo Calzolari

In case you can't tell, there is a woman at the top of this extremely long dress. She is topless. There is an apple (or something) hanging in front of her that she keeps trying and failing to eat. I thought about taking a video of her, but it felt too pervy to be taking a video of a topless woman in a crowded art gallery. I know one is supposed to be filled with art thoughts when looking at a piece like, this, but I was asking myself, how do you end up with a job like this? What was in the want ad?

Pier Paulo Calzolari
Pier Paolo Calzolari


Pier Paolo Calzolari

Jane Lee, apparently one of Singapore's biggest artists, had a show at Sundaram Tagore that closed the day I saw it.

Jane Lee
Jane Lee

Jane Lee
Jane Lee

This is a detail of the piece above. Looks a little like shag carpet, right?

Jane Lee
Jane Lee

An even closer detail. Yep, it's all paint.

Jane Lee
Jane Lee

Jane Lee
Jane Lee detail

Brazilians--Helio Oiticica at Galerie Lelong (through June 16) and Ernesto Neto at Tanya Bonakdar (through May 25).

Helio Oiticica
Helio Oiticica


Helio Oiticica

Ernesto Neto
Ernesto Neto

Ernesto Neto
Ernesto Neto

Ernesto Neto
Ernesto Neto

Ernesto Neto

Diane Arbus at Robert Miller Gallery

Dianne Arbus
Diane Arbus

Dianne Arbus
Diane Arbus

I also saw a pretty stunning Al Held at Robert Miller.

Al Held
Al Held

Gehard Demetz's sculptures of faux-homicidal children were up at Jack Shainman Gallery.

Gerhard Demetz
Gehard Demetz

Gerhard Demetz
Gehard Demetz

Gerhard Demetz
Gehard Demetz

 Chelsea is perhaps the only neighborhood in the USA where this sign is necessary:

This is not a gallery


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