Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The Pan Review of Books: 9.5 Theses on Art and Class

Paul Mullan


Ben Davis , 9.5 Theses on Art and Class (Haymarket Books, Chicago, 2013. 228pp., $16.00 pb. , ISBN 978-1608462681). Cover by William Powhida. (Click here for a larger version of the cover drawing.)

In 1937, the Spanish Civil War was raging. On one side, the insurgent army of fascist General Francisco Franco received ample support from Nazi Germany and Mussolini’s Italy, in the form of both expeditionary forces and massive arms supplies. On the other side was the democratically-elected Republican government in Madrid, and allied militias organized by an assortment of socialist, communist, and anarchist parties – all of which Franco wanted to utterly demolish. Western powers, including the US, Britain, and France, nominally had a policy of “non-intervention”, which meant that the Republicans received material aid from only from the Soviet Union and Mexico. Volunteers from around the world – through, for example, the International Brigades – arrived in Spain to fight for the Republican cause. The conflict was, legitimately, understood by many as the front-line in the battle against encroaching fascism and as the opening guns of a second world war in Europe.

In January of that year, representatives of the Spanish government visited the prominent Pablo Picasso, then living in Paris, and asked him to create a mural in support of the Republicans and for exhibition at the upcoming World’s Fair. Picasso was sympathetic to their struggle in his native. However, he was initially uncertain as to how the war should be represented in the planned large-scale work.

In an attempt to terrorize and demoralize the Republican population, the German Condor Legion, at Franco’s behest, carpet bombed the Basque town of Guernica in April, destroying large areas and reportedly killing or injuring thousands. This indiscriminate slaughter of civilians was one of the first instances in Europe of such air attacks (though not elsewhere). News reporters covering the conflict in Spain arrived on the scene the same day, and their dispatches spurred international outrage. Picasso now had the impetus for the final mural.

Guernica was seen in the Spanish Pavilion later that year in Paris by hundreds of thousands of World’s Fair attendees; in early 1939, it traveled to London’s Whitechapel Art Gallery, where it was seen by tens of thousands more. The British tour was supported by the Artists’ International Association (AIA), local trades councils, and other organizations raising political awareness of the Republican cause and providing aid (ambulances, field kitchens, and refugee relief, for example). The London opening featured a talk, not from any conventional artworld figure, but from the leader of the left-wing Labour Party. The price of admission was a pair of boots, which were to be sent to fighters in Spain; rows of boots were left at the base of the mural by workers – many from the nearby, working-class East End – visiting the exhibition.

In his recent 9.5 Theses on Art and Class– a collection of essays written over the past seven or eight years, with some new, some old, and some reworked for the publication of the book – Ben Davis remarks that little depicted in the renowned Guernica is specific to the bombing itself. Particularities of the doctrine of total warfare, the political context, the global struggle against fascism, and even modern life in general (excepting the lightbulb at the top-center of the canvas) are mostly absent from the work. Instead, Picasso used archaisms, such as the oil lamp and the shattered blade of a sword, and many of his traditional motifs, such as the bull, the horse, and the corrida. From the paradigmatic instance of engaged, militant art, Davis reasonably concludes that “in the relationship of art and politics, the political movement of which an artwork is part determines its overriding power, trajectory, and meaning”.

Davis is a Marxist, as well as until recently the executive editor of Blouin Artinfo, and became a political activist in New York City when he also began writing professionally about art, in the middle of the last decade. He describes, at a time when major anti-war protest was still a presence, inviting an artist he had met recently to an upcoming organizing meeting; the artist declined, saying that his painting was a sufficient “contribution to making the world a more peaceful place”. 9.5 Theses is deeply critical of the tendencies in contemporary art, and their theoretical edifices, that claim in different ways to substitute on-the-ground political mobilization with art and its practices.

In a discussion of the 2007 book Collectivism after Modernism: The Art of Social Imagination after 1945, edited and introduced by Blake Stimson and Gregory Sholette, Davis argues against, for instance, collective artistic labor becoming the “template” for committed art or assuming the “dignity of a full-blown alternative politics”. He caustically points out that musicians have routinely formed bands, without that collective labor being philosophically elevated into a putative political model, and that, indeed, most creative labor outside of the insular “artworld” is already performed, in a capitalist society, by anonymous workers in teams.

Jennifer Allora and Guillermo Calzadilla were selected to be the official US representatives for the 2011 Venice Biennale in Italy. Their contribution to the US Pavilion included the installation Track and Field, an overturned fifty-ton tank with a exercise treadmill atop one of its tracks and a real Olympic athlete jogging on the treadmill. The artists viewed their piece as “critical” of US militarism. However, the US government itself, which had approved their proposal, found that piece far more conducive to its agenda, at a time when US armed forces were still occupying Afghanistan and intervening elsewhere. One State Department official referred to the use of “smart power” and a “softer image” internationally, which Allora and Calzadilla’s installation helped enable.


Allora & Calzadilla, Track and Field, 2011. U.S. Pavilion, 54th International Art Exhibition, presented by the Indianapolis Museum of Art. 

Another chapter suggests that these two wildly disparate interpretations of Track and Field demonstrate the limitations of an “aesthetic politics” disconnected from the particularities of the actually-existing situation. By way of the theories of hegemony as put forth by Antonio Gramsci, a leader in the early Communist Party of Italy, Davis argues that “modern capitalist states rule via combining direct force with efforts to gain ideological legitimacy” and that the artwork ended up well serving the latter purpose. For in 2011, the particularities of the situation included the Obama administration’s “new” approach and rejuvenated efforts to globally shore up the ideological legitimacy of the US; this was understood by many as very different from the overtly-belligerent approach of the immediately-preceding Bush administration. Also, by that point, the antiwar movement had long since ceased to bring enormous number of people into the streets; a concrete foundation for the artists’ “critical” aims was thus lacking..

These concerns drive Davis’ perspective that art’s political meanings are determined by the real, specific political situations – not just by the abstract properties of a form, medium, or practice – and, as well, that artists should engage with real, on-the-ground political movements. While certain projects are suggested, such as agitating for increased funding for arts education in conjunction with the defense of beleaguered public school systems, 9.5 Theses mostly leaves open the question of how exactly those should happen going forward. The book is primarily about contemporary art and not historical instances of art’s engagement with such movements. The concluding chapter has only a brief on three of those instances: the Great Depression era in the US, when early modernists, such as Stuart Davis, and social realists made committed art and actively supported the labor struggles raging around them; Womanhouse, a highly-influential installation organized in Los Angeles in the early 1970s by Judy Chicago and Miriam Schapiro and which was a popular conduit, with ten thousand attending over the span of a month, for the then-new practice of feminist consciousness-raising; and Gran Fury, a key arts-and-graphics collective in ACT UP, the AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power, which was battled criminal government neglect of the AIDS crisis in the late 1980s and early 1990s.

This need for greater involvement with broader movements outside of the “artworld’s” confines is a perspective further buttressed by Davis’ definition of artists as middle-class and not working-class.

A Marxist definition of class is not based upon income (as to do so would have strange effects). For instance, a middle-class person who is not a member of a union can easily make less in wages than a working-class person who is in a union; a member of the petit-bourgeoisie, i.e. a small business owner, can have employees but still be poor. Davis is not claiming that artists are making a good living from their art; ample evidence he cites indicates their real, onerous conditions. One widely-circulated estimate in the early 2000s (from Dan Thomson’s The $12 Million Stuffed Shark: The Curious Economics of Contemporary Art) was that, out of 80,000 or so visual artists in New York City and London combined, there are 75 superstars with incomes above one million and 300 “merely” successful artists with incomes above 100,000. Making a living from their art is only a “dream” (the term in Davis’ little pamphlet from which the book gets its title) for the significant majority of everybody else, who require other jobs or supplemental income; these other jobs will make them (in most cases) working class.

What, then, drives Davis’ particular definition of artists’ class position?

First, there is the question of the labor process. Middle-class labor is performed with greater creativity and autonomy; working-class labor with lesser. Davis notes of the first type: “artists function as their own … franchises, and are expected to have their own … signatures or styles”. Moreover, “uniqueness and independence of mind are selling points when it come to art”. Of the second type, with which most of us are quite familiar, he notes that the working-class “must take direction”, via regimentation, “corporate mandates”, and other mechanisms. Workers are also “ever more disposable”; they must “sell their labor power as an abstract thing in order to earn a wage”.

Second, there is the question of the final product of the labor process. The working-class, obviously, is strictly exchanging its labor power for a wage and has no control or claim over the final product of that work, which is sold by a boss for profit. However, artists, paradigmatic of the middle-class, have a much greater degree of control over the final product of their work. Davis points to the examples of longstanding “struggles over intellectual property” law, as well as “contemporary debates over whether artists deserve ‘resale royalties’ for works sold on the secondary market”.

Of this distinction between middle-class and working-class creative labor, Davis draws a useful analogy: “The difference between a visual artist and a commercial artist is not unlike the difference between someone who owns their own food stand and a cook who works at a restaurant. Both make food. One has more say over what, how and when it is made and to whom it is sold”.

9.5 Theses posits a working-class artistic ideal, which “represent[s] a form of labor that is opposed to the demands of work, as freely determined expression, whether private or political. Viewed from this angle, art is deprofessionalized and in this sense is actually more ‘free’ than the middle-class ideal of personal-expression-as-career”. The significant majority of artists have minimal, or zero, material encounters with the markets or other institutions. In many cases, there are no transactions; nothing is sold; and work is never exhibited in a museum, gallery, or alternative space. Artists are already – whatever their “dream” may be – effectively making art solely as a free creative act and for their personal satisfaction. This real position, even though Davis has classified artists qua artists as middle-class, is already very close to the working-class artistic ideal he articulates. There isn’t a great leap from the former to the latter, and this leaves Davis’ class analysis feeling rather strained.

That said, the call for artists to relate more closely to actually-existing political mobilizations, and the critiques of those who propose to substitute such mobilizations with art and its practices, are a strength of the book. As Davis states: “There are no formal or aesthetic solutions to the political and economic dilemmas that art faces – only political and economic solutions”.

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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Feast at the Blaffer Art Musem

Betsy Huete

In a post-postmodernist world, art historians and curators alike are feeding a surmounting impulse to categorize, and contextualize, filter, and really make sense of the massive and multiplicitous works produced contemporarily. They are fully aware that people are too smart, too armored with technology, and too connected to actually believe in movements anymore. So it’s no surprise that a survey like Feast: Radical Hospitality in Contemporary Art would wiggle its way into the Blaffer Art Museum’s exhibition programming. Deriving from the University of Chicago’s Smart Museum, Feast incorporates over thirty artists, collectives, and organizations, infusing traditional work, ephemera, and live performances throughout the exhibition’s duration.


Sonja Alhäuser, Flying Feast, 2012, Catering performance with butter sculptures, marzipan sculptures, various foods, miniature watercolors, courtesy blafferartmuseum.org

Walking into Feast feels like art historical Christmas. The Futurists! Rirkrit! Marina and Ulay! It’s hard not to float around the space in a cloud, marveling at the sheer amount of work relating to food. The downside to this, of course, in floating and marveling, is that it becomes increasingly difficult to want to spend time with the works individually. Therefore, the viewer gets a very topical art historical perspective on work that absolutely deserves more individualized time. Nevertheless, the Blaffer’s curatorial staff responded brilliantly to the work. Numerous walls were added assumedly for the practicality of fitting it all, but the way they addressed the architecture felt like carved out domestic spaces. It openly and fluidly guides the viewer through various components of the exhibition, through art historical and relational aesthetic sections.


Ana Prvacki, The Greeting Committee, 2011-present, offering slatko as a participatory artwork including canning jars, carpet, glasses, jam, metal spoons, napkins, silver tray, wood (photo from Houston.culturemap.com)

On its website, the Blaffer makes this claim of Feast: “the exhibition defines an important new category of contemporary artistic practice—the artist-orchestrated meal.” While the exhibition certainly makes a compelling case, it’s hard not to read this statement with a healthy dose of skepticism. In all of its postmodernist malaise, does our contemporary art world really need another context? And should work be contextualized by its material instead of its meaning? It becomes clear fairly quickly in examining the work that these artists are using food as a tool to address subversion and conviviality among other things as opposed to a concept. Regardless of whether the Blaffer’s claim can actually be substantiated, it does raise important questions like these. And in its categorization, Feast shines a new light on already canonized and frequently viewed work.


Feast entrance, one of many writings providing art historical context for the exhibition

A good example of this is Untitled (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) (1991) by Felix Gonzalez-Torres. As the viewer enters the space and turns toward the main galleries, she encounters a mound of shiny and colorful, metallically wrapped candies piled in the corner. She is welcome to take a candy, decreasing the total weight of the work whose sum was equal to Gonzalez-Torres’ partner Ross before he fell ill and eventually perished from AIDS. Even with its shiny and even outlandish colors, Portrait of Ross is an understated and tragic piece that becomes decimated as the viewer consumes it. It is a politicized work that vocalizes the AIDS crisis and gay relationships. But in Feast, and in its adjacency to convivial pieces, it feels more loving and celebratory, as if Ross is being disseminated and thus remembered. As the museum placard makes clear, these aspects were always inherent in the work, but in this context they become highlighted instead of overshadowed by its political outcry.


My stash of Felix Gonzalez-Torres candies, from Untitled (Portrait of Ross in L.A.), 1991, candies weighing a total of 175 lbs, dimensions variable

As the viewer advances through the space, she encounters many works by relational aestheticians. One such work is David Robbins’ Ice Cream Social (1993-2008). From a TV ad to a book to live performances, Ice Cream Social employs various components and ephemera, most of which are represented here. The main idea is that Robbins hosted live ice cream socials in various locations throughout the world, the documentation of which takes the form of refrigerator magnets. The gatherings are meant to raise questions of consumerism and invoke awareness of how we are manipulated by the mainstream. While this is thoroughly tread and yawn-worthy territory for artists, it is Robbins’ sincerity and handling of the subject matter that makes the work so compelling. Where most artists would (and do) simply criticize capitalist consumerism as the source of greed and wastefulness, Robbins seems equally enamored with the mainstream as he is disgusted. And the comical TV ad in conjunction with the book adds multiple dimensions and complications to such a typically over-simplified concept. It is nearly impossible to carve out the time (and find a place to sit) to read the entirety of Robbins’ book, but the invocation plastered on the wall seems to get to the heart of the matter. Wrought with vivid descriptors, the invocation chanted before each social is dangerously evocative, like a euphoric claustrophobia. As the final line of the invocation states, Ice Cream Social is sticky enough.


David Robbins, Ice Cream Social (detail), 1993-2008, magnets, invocation on wall, refrigerator, ice cream bowls, TV ad, books, shelf, dimensions variable


David Robbins, Ice Cream Social (detail), 1993-2008, magnets, invocation on wall, refrigerator, ice cream bowls, TV ad, books, shelf, dimensions variable

In commissioning work from Houston mainstays like Lynne McCabe, Gabriel Martinez, and Miguel Amat, the Blaffer made the astute decision to add local flavor to an already established exhibition lineup, and the payoff is huge. As the fourth largest city in the country with a burgeoning art scene, the work coming out of Houston ought to be taken more seriously in a greater contemporary context, and the work shown here holds up astoundingly well with its counterparts. Other than flowing seamlessly and appropriately with the other work, it also raises additional questions that weren’t as prevalent in the rest of the exhibition.


Lynne McCabe, Vexations in the Kitchen, 2008-present, photographs, looped video

Amat’s Ghas I (2013) effectively takes Feast down a chilling and sinister cul de sac. “Ghas” is a Sanskrit word that simultaneously indicates eating, burning, and devouring. And as he interviews a military interrogator over dinner, Amat guides us through a lonely and intimate path. He overlays the audio with original footage of villages being bombed and soldiers being blown up by mines, a military video game, and strange footage of a soldier wearing what looks like a Speedo and a sports bra chasing chickens in the desert with a machine gun. The conflation of these visuals moves the viewer from reality to fantasy to surreality, making the very straightforward conversation between Amat and the soldier that much more disturbing and layered. As they eat, the soldier describes “interviewing” (interrogation) tactics, and he says that despite preconceptions, kindness is actually the most effective way to get prisoners to talk and divulge accurate information. He says that over time, through feeding and hospitality, the prisoner becomes his own worst enemy. And not even halfway through the conversation, it becomes obvious that Amat is manipulating the soldier through food as the soldier was manipulating his prisoners. As they eat and talk, the soldier becomes less and less guarded, providing more and more lurid details about what he did and how it affected him after the fact.


Miguel Amat, Ghas I, 2013, looped video

While making claims that can arguably be unsubstantiated, Feast: Radical Hospitality in Contemporary Art provides a lush and provocative breeding ground for art historically relevant, current international, and local works that make fresh associations and ask exciting questions. Other than executing smart curatorial decisions, incorporating work like this into its exhibition schedule seems appropriate given the museum’s proximity to a pedagogical institution. Other than needing to feed their hawkish and overly zealous gallery attendants horse tranquilizers, with Feast, the Blaffer overwhelmingly gets this one right.

Feast: Radical Hospitality in Contemporary Art runs until December 7, 2013 at the Blaffer Art Museum at the University of Houston.

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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Another Brick in the Wall

Robert Boyd

There are two things one can say about Melissa Thorne and her new show at Devin Borden Gallery, A Wall Around a Window. Thorne is fond of flat, man-made patterns. And she paints with fairly thin, watery layers of paint.


Aaron Parazette and Geoff Hippensteil standing in from of a slightly trompe-l'oeil brick wall by Melissa Thorne

I could really stop right there and end the review. Everything else I write will be either an elaboration on those two things or some biographical information. Like how she teaches art at U.C. Riverside, or is a member of the electronic band Fol Chen. I could mention that she has been showing her work in Houston since at least 2002. And how I bought an LP by Thorne in 2010 even though I don't have a record player.


more bricks

I could also mention how her work reminds me a bit of Francesca Fuchs in the handling of paint, even though their subject matter is quite different.


acrylic on canvas, 2013, 40 x 23 inches

When I saw this painting with its three colorful woodgrain patterns, it made me think of the 80s. You could see the Memphis Group using these patterns as laminate in one of their colorful pieces of furniture, or Fiorucci printing them on a pair of skin-tight pants. But the visible brush-strokes keeps it from having the kind of slickness we associate with 80s new wave graphics. Thorne takes things that seem inherently "designy" and mutates them into something that feels handmade and slightly humble.

 
acrylic on canvas, 2013, 40 x 23 inches

So this painting, which looks like a faithful rendering of some atrocious 70s linoleum floorcovering becomes rather loveable. Unexpectedly. That's what I liked about this exhibit. I didn't really expect to love these things. The subject matter practically demands that you feel vague disgust. But that's not what happens. In this way, she reminds me a bit of Tom Sachs, who also makes his subjects seem kind of loveable by making them look slightly homely and handmade. It's not a faux-naïf approach--these aren't childlike versions of something else. That would seem contrived. But Thorne (and Sachs, for the matter) reintroduce a certain human touch to subjects that we don't think of that way, like linoleum or the space program.

 
printed fabric piece and stool piece

Now when I suggest visual origins for Thornes pieces, I'm just guessing. For example, I was curious about the grid and stool above and asked gallerist Devin Borden about them. He wrote, "The pattern is printed with giant screens.  The forms were inspired both by the window patterns in the gallery space (at the west side of the building which are original to the historic Isabella Court retail spaces) and computer graphics glitch on the Olana website (a historic home near the Hudson River belonging to Frederic Church)." Who would have ever guessed this? (I couldn't find the computer graphic glitch on the Olana website, anyway.) But that dark blue fabric and bright yellow stool just look so right together.

 
acrylic on canvas, 2013, 40 x 23 inches

Thorne's work is colorful, funny and appealing. I wouldn't have expected being charmed by paintings of fake, plastic bricks, woodgrain and stone floors, but I was.



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Pan Recommends for the week of October 10 to October 16

Robert Boyd

This is one of those weeks where there is one big thing and a few smaller things. I guess most folks don't want to compete with the Texas Contemporary Art Fair--on the contrary, the fair includes 13 Houston galleries ranging from Anya Tish Gallery to Zoya Tommy Contemporary.

THURSDAY through SUNDAY


Here's the VIP area from last year's art fair.

The Texas Contemporary Art Fair, George R. Brown Convention Center, 7:30–9:30 pm Thursday, 11 am to 7 pm Friday and Saturday, noon to 6 pm Sunday. Houston's second art fair this year. Generally TCAF gets more respect than HFAF (not totally deserved in my opinion). TCAF has more exhibitors, including some that I don't remember from previous years that I'm quite interested in (P.P.O.W., Freight+Volume, Catherine Clark Gallery). And if the weather holds, you could combine your trip to TCAF with a picnic on Discovery Green.

FRIDAY


William Basinski, "A Red Score in Tile," 2011. Vinyl LP, Ed. of 600, 47:06 minutes. Cover by James Elaine

William Basinski and James Elaine at the Contemporary Arts Museum Houston, 7–9 pm. Composer Basinski performs amidst projected video light show by artist Elaine.

SATURDAY 

 
Turnstile Comics, one of the exhibitors at Zine Fest Houston, as they were set up at the Small Press Expo in September. (From the blog of Nation of Amanda, another exhibitor.)

Zine Fest Houston 2013 at Museum of Printing History, 3–8 pm. I have an ambiguous relationship to zines. I started making my own zines in 1976 when I was in junior high, and I continued up through 2004, but it feels like the internet has obviated the necessity of zines. After all, writing a blog is easier than xeroxing, hand-collating and stapling a zine, and reaches a lot more readers. But then I look at a picture like the Turnstile Comics table above and I get zine fever all over again. Come to the Museum of Printing History and see grungy mini-comics, poetry chapbooks and zines of all types.

 
Piece by Maria Cristina Jadick

Intervals with work by Maria Cristina Jadick, Nicola Parente, Tudor Mitroi and Masaru Takiguchi at Lone Star College - Kingwood Art Gallery, 4:30–6:30 pm. I know it's a hike out to Kingwood, but they have a nice little gallery and an apparently excellent bunch of instructors if this faculty show is any indication.


A Robert Motherwell collage from a recent show at Bernard Jacobson Gallery

Robert Motherwell: Four Decades of Collage at McClain Gallery, 7–9 pm. The great Abstract Expressionist was also one of the cut-and-paste boys. Should be a lovely show.



Domokos Benczédi,VANISH 3 <> v i d e o + 10. 12. 2013 at GalleryHOMELAND, 6 to 10 pm.  Musician/artist Domokos Benczédi creates a mutable installation that will evolve over the period it is up. Some performances are in the works as well.

TUESDAY



The Art Guys: THERE OUGHT TO BE A LAW at Council Chamber, Second Floor, City Hall, 1:30 pm. The Art Guys go before City Council and suggest as many new laws as they can in the 3 minutes allotted to speakers from the public. Part of their year-long 12 Events.


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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Crime Wave

Robert Boyd
Now, he has been indicted by a federal grand jury for engaging in "a scheme to conceal assets to defraud creditors and the trustee who was appointed to collect and dispose of all Shankman’s assets in his bankruptcy estate." These assets include "various pieces of fine art, decorative art, and jewelry." I would love to see this collection! In fact, exhibits of art taken as asset seizures would be quite fascinating. As an organizing principle, gathering asset seizure art into an exhibit seems no less legitimate than many other curatorial selection processes.


Photo By Johnny Hanson/Houston Chronicle. Used without permission because it's such a cool photo and I couldn't resist.
  • Hazmat. Another intersection between Houston art and law enforcement happened this week--homes belonging to Cecily Horton, a partner at M.K.G. Art Management, were raided by the FBI. The raid has nothing to do with art, though. The Chronicle reported that certain chemicals had been ordered that could be used to produce "tear gas or nerve gas." Apparently they were ordered by Horton's son. I guess the FBI watches places where you can order this type of chemicals. The homes were in Houston and Michigan. An apartment in Bryan was also raided. As part of the raid, the FBI blew up some possibly dangerous substances. This sounds like a hell of a story, but whatever is going on, the FBI is staying mum.
  • Cop in the Studio. OK, enough with all this crime. I was at Winter Street Studios last weekend for their open house and snapped a few photos. The studios were all cleaned up for guests, so we visitors got a somewhat artificial experience of them. My first stop was Solomon Kane's studio, which he shares with Jonathan Rosenstein and Vonetta Berry. Solomon Kane, in addition to being the nicest guy in the Houston art scene, happens to be an actual cop for Harris County.


Outside the studio hangs this Solomon Kane image of Ganesh.



Inside, each artist has his or her own corner. The color explosion above is Solomon Kane's.



Solomon Kane stands before a wall of Jonathan Rosenstein assemblages.



And Jonathan Rosenstein sits before a wall of photos of Vonetta Berry's work.

Kane told me about a project he's working on which I can't describe because it is not a done deal. There are still some hoops to jump through, apparently. But if it happens, it'll be great! Stay tuned.



Of all the studios I visited, Alex Wilhite's looked the most like a working studio. He had straightened up a bit and hung some pieces, but he still had all his materials out. I had seen his all-white canvases before, and was intrigued to see more colorful variations on the idea of nearly flat monochromatic canvases.



Fellow Memorial High School grad Van McFarland had work in a couple of studio spaces. This space was practically empty except for the paintings one the wall. But one look at the floor and you could tell the space had seen a lot of painting. He had a group of Leger-like abstractions on the wall.



Tuyet Ong-Barr recently had a show at d.m. allison gallery. With the exposed canvas areas, her work recalls Helen Frankenthaler and Sam Francis--in short, Ong-Barr is a third generation color-field painter. (Or would that be fourth generation? Francis and Frankenthaler were both born in the 1920s.)



Camille Warmington is right across the hall from Tuyet Ong-Barr, which is interesting because they both do gestural abstractions. Of course, Warmington also does realist paintings, but they seem much more conceptual. Her abstractions and realist paintings have similar palettes but otherwise feel very different.

In between these two abstractionists is realist house painter Cary Reeder's studio. Unfortunately, I didn't get a good photo of it. She just had an excellent show at Lawndale.



Finally, Monica Vidal had Temple Hive assembled in her studio for this event. I'm going to assume that it is not usually set up. The funny thing was that people were afraid to go into it. I guess we're taught from an early age not to touch the art. But she convinced folks to take the plunge and they loved it.


Monica Vidal from inside Temple Hive.
  • Nothing at all to do with crime or police. But it made me laugh.






This is by cartoonist Sean Bieri. (Hat-tip to the Comics Reporter.)

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Saturday, October 5, 2013

Rachel Hecker at the Art League

Robert Boyd


Rachel Hecker: Group Show

Rachel Hecker is the Art League's Texas artist of the year. This honor has been given out every year since 1983. I can't find a complete list, but some past recipients were Dick Wray, Aaron Parazette, Joseph Havel, Dixie Friend Gay, Melissa Miller, Mary McCleary, Keith Carter,  Al Souza, Luis Jimenez, Lucas Johnson, Sharon Kopriva, Bert L. Long, Jr., Jesús Moroles, and John Biggers. So nice honor. And you get an exhibit out of it. Rachel Hecker: Group Show is the paradoxical name of this exhibit, but it's not an actual group show. The pieces here are pieces that don't fit in with her previous practice of big series (like series of portraits of Jesus or series of post-it notes). These are odds and ends. But this collection of disparate paintings and sculptures doesn't feel scattered or heterogeneous. While Hecker works hard at expunging any hint of a personal style from her work, all these objects have common elements. They are funny. They are very clean and precise. And many (but not all) involve taking something real and massively scaling it up.



Peppermint Air Freshener, 2006, acrylic on wood, 40 x 24 inches

Normally a car air freshener is what? Two inches? Two and a half? And like her post-it note paintings, the subject here is extremely banal. Obviously this kind of work recalls Andy Warhol, and specifically his Brillo Boxes. In the press release for the exhibit, Hecker says, "I love [painting's] history and deplore its authority." She is paying homage to painting's recent history with Peppermint Air Freshener, but she also seems to be acknowledging its authority. It's hard to do otherwise--painting is a very large box that is hard to think outside of. In any case, Peppermint Air Freshener works because it's funny, not as a critique of painting.



Ear That Cannot Hear, EPS Foam, joint compound & paint, 15 x 3 1/2 x 8 inches

Other outsized objects are sculptures. A giant ear stuffed with cotton. A medical bracelet that reads "FALL RISK." A burnt match. They each take something humble and turn it into something relatively monumental. Again, Hecker references Pop art in doing this--specifically, I think of Claes Oldenberg's similar monumentalizing of ordinary objects. But what each of these three sculptures also does is to suggest a story. Ear That Cannot Hear is not about deafness, but about plugging your ears--why? Because there is a jackhammer on your street? You neighbor's loud party is keeping you awake? Some irritating noise caused someone (Hecker?) to plug her ears.



Fall Risk Bracelet, 2010, 16 dia x 6 inches


Fall Risk Bracelet makes me think of an older person, perhaps a parent or grandparent, who has lost mobility due to age and infirmity and is perhaps afraid to walk. I think of hard hospital floors and brittle bones. I think of taking care of a geriatric relative. An article in the Houston Chronicle says that Hecker's ailing mother came to live with her in 2004 and 2005, and that Hecker had to work in her house instead of her studio so she could keep an eye on her mother. I don't know if Fall Risk Bracelet refers to that period, but it does hint at story like that.
 

Matchstick, 2006, wood, paper, sand & paint, 1 1/2 x 1 1/2 x 16 1/2 inches

And Matchstick is the simplest story of all. A match was lit and burned and then put out. Beginning, middle and end. It could be as simple as lighting a cigarette or a pilot light. It could be as dramatic as arson. The thing about all of these pieces is that they recall a kind of 60s-style Pop disinterest and coolness but sneak in a suggestion of personal resonance. I don't know if a story or personal experience lays behind these pieces--but when I look at them, I get the feeling that there is such a story. At first, they strike me as humorous Pop objects. the more I look at them, the more emotion I feel.


Floating Xanex, 2013, plastic, wood, magnet and electromagnet

This is the paradox of Hecker's art. It has a cold, clean, untouched-by-human-hands look. Any given piece looks like it could have been manufactured according to specific instructions. The subject matter is frequently banal and, on the surface, meaningless or trivial. And yet there is a repeated hint of emotion--even of anguish--once you get past the walls Hecker erects to prevent such an interpretation.

The spookily levitating, spinning bottle of Xanax, for example; at first you are drawn to it because, well, you don't often see objects floating in space. There's a wow factor. But when you realize that it's a bottle of the prescription psychoactive drug Xanax, you may start thinking about what Xanax is for. Xanax is used to treat anxiety and panic disorders. According to Wikipedia, some of the side effects include "drowsiness, dizziness, lightheadedness, fatigue, unsteadiness and impaired coordination [and] vertigo."Those side effects are briskly implied by the fact that the bottle is both floating and spinning. It is also very addictive. You take it to control out of control emotions, but taking it is dangerous. Or to put it another way, having emotions is perilous and suppressing emotions is perilous. Hecker's work (at least the work in this show) is so tightly controlled that it feels like suppressed emotion.


Burn Painting #2 (Series #2), 2013, acrylic on canvas, 48 x 48 inches

Even a depiction of a painting on fire avoids overt violence. The flame is smooth--it is a controlled burn. Compared to burned work like those by Cai Guo-Qiang or The Art Guys, Burn Painting #2 is a calming image. Looking at it is like looking at a candle flame. But it is an image of destruction. Anger is under the surface--the phrase "slow burn" comes to mind.

Let me stop right here and confess that I have no idea what emotions if any underlie these paintings and sculptures by Rachel Hecker. I don't know if their is actually a story behind a given work. I have no idea if she or anyone she knows has ever taken a Xanax. I'm not a mind-reader and I'm irritated when critics pretend to be so. These speculations are my way of understanding the work, but not the way of understanding it. If this seems wishy washy to you, you're right! But I wanted to say it anyway because these works defy simple characterization, seemingly by design.


Not Made in China, 2010, acrylic on canvas, 72 x 12 inches

After all, the deadpan humor of Not Made in China seems like nothing more than what it says. It describes itself (presumably--although I suppose she could have had this painted in China through one of those Chinese painting companies). In which case the humor would be deadpan and ironic.



Finger Statue, 2013, coasted EPS foam and acrylic, 65 x 27 x 15 inches (with Herman Grid Variation, 2009, acrylic on canvas, 72 x 54 inches)

Finger Statue is another hugely out of scale sculpture, but its implications are all happy to me--indeed, the other side of a the statue has a little smiley face drawn on the fingertip. It occurs to me that Finger Statue might be a monument to fingerbanging. Considering all the wars and generals who get monuments to them, I strongly support any monument to sexual pleasure, as long as it is as witty and delightful as Finger Statue. (Of course, Finger Statue has several notable precursors.)

Group Show has a slick, clean plastic surface. With some of the work, what you see is what you get. But there is something behind that surface, which is ultimately what makes this work so fascinating.

(In the interest of full disclosure, I own a small painting by Rachel Hecker.)

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