Sunday, December 30, 2012

Deshawn Dumas - Geometry in Reality, the 2010's

My paintings are proxy for the inherit failures of language in general and art in particular.
My excessive use of chiffon (a literal, banal commodity) instead of oil paint (a traditional and rarefied material) can be viewed as a metaphor — a means to liberate myself from a vocabulary that can no longer bare the weight of reality.
That being said, I hope to become enlightened enough to remain indifferent to most things as to avoid the moral danger of being concerned with anything.
Therefore my art as process and object celebrates destruction, mediocrity, banality and vulgarity as a perverse and sincere aesthetic conversation.























In Defense of the 'Politics of Difference'

In Defense of the “Politics of Difference” -Adrian Piper’s Place in the Sun

During the Red Scare of the 1950s Clement Greenberg’s formalist discourse reigned
supreme. Greenberg’s camp denied content in general and political subject matter in particular.
In response to this ideology and the Puritanism of culture at large a rebellious
anti-formalist, non-aesthetic mindset coalesced–orthodox
materials such as wood, steel, plaster and the painted two-dimensional surface became
inadequate tools for the realization of artistic ideas– Minimalism was born from this
rebellion. Minimalist rejected the speculative theorizing that was attached to art by formalist
critics.2 And the subjective internal emotive experience or “hand” of the artist. Minimalist
art focused on primary qualities: size, shape, length, and position opposed to secondary or
more subjective qualities: color, texture, or referent.10 This focus reconstituted art as a
self-reflexive object, and emphasized the unique, particularity of the specific object.
Minimalist geometry and reductiveness also distanced the viewer both physically and
psychologically. The works denied the human desire to project meaning due to their
austerity–this is partly why Minimalist works were said to be confrontational–the works gave
the viewer nothing and directed the viewer back unto his or hers own physicality/consciousness.
This forced the viewer to become self-aware. This experience is what Michael Fried called
“objecthood.” Objecthood confirmed the primacy of the object as content paradoxically enough
the “thinginess” of Minimalist Art also signaled the complete dematerialization of the art
object. The Conceptual art movement quickly expanded and harnessed the foundation created
by Minimalist Art, valorizing the cognitive ideas of the artist over the physical appearance of
the art work. Conceptual art dematerialized the art object completely. In during so formalist
Modernism overarching statement “art is everything that is not art” had mistakenly set
the stage for overt social content to re-enter the American art scene.
This paper’s focus is Adrian Piper. Pipers early conceptual performance pieces
synthesized and expanded conceptual arts investigation of mental cognition and
Minimalist concerns of objecthood and self-reflexivity. Throughout history artist that have
made these vanguard gestures from the margins of the art world were eventually given
Avant-garde status, this validation by the academic canon is similar to Sainthood. Even if
a canonized artist produced just one “grand work”, the label instantly gives credibility to
everything the artist did or ever will do. Essentially the artist will never be forgotten, since
any similar or related work, only serves to reinforce the canonized works importance as
forefather or trendsetter. Thus, all art must pass through the membrane of the canon. It is
taken in good faith that the glory of canonization is bestowed on art that expands the very idea
of what art is, can and should be. This essay will show Adrian Piper’s early performances were
Avant-garde and Piper’s lack of institutional support by, educators, curators, collectors
and museums are not isolated incidents or the accidental overlooking of a significant
artist. On the contrary, Piper’s lack of institutional reception is a signifier of the systemic
entrenched perspective of the Art World. By comparing and contrasting Pipers work with
the works of two canonical artists, Robert Barry and Cindy Sherman, in regards to form,
content and in relation to critical reception, this text will decode the discourse of the Art
World and the idea of pluralism this discourse promotes.
As the 1960′s came to an end Adrian Piper (through a transitional work entitled
The Hypothesis Series, 1968-1970) began to realize an important difference between
human objects and all other objects. Human objects can be physically examined by
others and can also examine their own internal consciousness, simultaneously. Said
another way, a human object with its own particularity, height, width, weight and
temperament, can be said to refer to nothing outside of its specific individuality yet, this
same human object can have symbolic or stereotypical meaning projected on to it, by
other human objects. Piper explored this object, subject nature of the human being
directly in a 1970 Untitled Performance for Max’s Kansas City. Like Robert Barry’s piece
from “Psychic Series (1969): All the things I Know but of which I am not at the moment
thinking-1:36p: June 15, 1969.”4 Piper‟s piece is also concerned with self-absorption.
Max‟s Kansas City was a popular hang-out for the New York City Art World.5The scene
overflowed with art consciousness and self-consciousness about art consciousness.1 To
walk into Max‟s was to be co-opted into the collective art self-conscious consciousness,
either as passive object or active participant.1 In order to negate or complicate both
options, Adrian Piper privatized her own consciousness by depriving her senses of input
from that environment. She isolated all tactile, audio, visual, feedback.1 Piper walked
around the potentially star studded crowd for an hour, speaking to no one.5 Her duality
as object and subject subverts the usual artistic creative process–she became a finite
object instead of merely producing one. In doing so Piper expands the limits of aesthetic
and artistic experience by presenting herself as a solipsistic minimalist sculpture.
Robert Barry’s piece on the other hand was a “pure” conceptualist work, “that reflects upon an
event occurring in a past time and place…. One is only left with the evidence of
phenomenology of the mind.”4 Again, both works deal with phenomenology of the mind:
Barry‟s of the mind expressed through language, Pipers of the mind expressed through
the body. Not to argue that Piper‟s piece was a “pure” conceptual work, conceptualism’s
anti-formalist approach to art had become as much of an institution as formalism itself.4
So, if Robert Barry’s canonized piece articulated what conceptual art was, Adrian Piper’s
piece pointed to where conceptual art was going. Chris Burden‟s 1973 Bed Piece for
instance, dealt with physical and mental isolation, restriction and the voyeurism of the
audience, these were the exact motifs Piper dealt with three years prior yet, Chris
Burden‟s work is canonized. Again, Piper‟s work provides a theoretical bridge from
Barry‟s work to Burden‟s.
The next artist this text will discuss is Cindy Sherman. Sherman‟s most
acclaimed work, Untitled Film Stills (1977-1980), consist of a series of sixty-five, black
and white photographs. In each photo, Sherman ostensibly assumes the stereotypical
identity of a Hollywood Actress, reconfiguring herself through: hairstyle, make-up,
clothing, body language and camera angle, as a satirical representation of cinematic
femininity.8 Sherman‟s work is widely disseminated and discussed; from feminist film
theorist Laura Mulvey to art critics, Peter Schjeldahl and Arthur Danto. Yet, In a 1993
essay, From “Cindy Sherman: Untitled, Rosalind Krauss revisits Sherman‟s acclaimed
work. Krauss applies Barthes‟ analysis of mythical speech to Sherman’s Film Stills.
Krauss arranges her thesis around a critic, she never gave the critics name but later
described the critic as a straw man because, his opinion is generally considered false
but his cognitive fallacy is identical to Arthur Danto and Peter Schjeldahl–they were all
myth consumers.7 In the case of the straw man, he mistakenly consumed Sherman‟s
photos as complete sign or past movie. Meaning, the object or physical photo is
believed to be a signifier.7 The elements depicted in the photos: clothing, hair-do,
camera-angle, lighting, are believed to be the signified or instance. The combination of
the two–signifier and signified–are falsely assumed to be a sign or direct reference to
Actress X in film Y.7 With an intellectual sleight of hand. Krauss effectively
showed Sherman‟s Stills are not autobiographical, the works have not passed through
the temperament, personality, memory or thoughts of the artist.7 Krauss explains to see
the Stills as an externalization of the character or emotions of Sherman would be, “a
process of self-deception or hallucination…To buy the pitch (but) To fail to look under
the Hood.”7
Krauss is correct to argue against a strictly autobiographical reading of the Stills,
sadly, this point is not her ultimate goal. She concluded the essay by stating that the
works have nothing to do with the “real” world in general; arguing that Sherman‟s Stills
should be viewed as strictly: camera angle, depth-of-field, clarity, graininess, light,
In her essay, Krauss confronted multiple interpretations of
darkness, positive and negative space.7 For her the Stills are strictly formal conventions,
“an effect of the already-written, already-herd, already read” codes.7 Krauss has
completely stripped the politics of identity from the Stills; and separated the potential
content of Sherman‟s Stills from their formal qualities. Krauss thus replaces content with
form, using philosophical theory to obscure insights that could be used to illuminate
systems of domination as well as provide strategies to fight against that domination.
This is an example of how postmodern discourses, both art and philosophy interlock for
exclusionary, apolitical purposes even as they claim to call attention to “difference” and
“Otherness.”9 This ploy “provides oppositional political meaning legitimacy and
immediacy.”9 Krauss‟ framing of Sherman is similar to High Modernism‟s fetish for
“purity”. Modernist theory is being concealed behind a postmodern language, in much
the same way the Modernist copy was concealed behind the original. Thus, postmodern
language is not typically used as a tool of resistance, although it could easily provide the
marginalized a voice to combat the authority of “master” narratives; on the contrary, it is
typically used as a rhetorical device that insincerely appropriates the idea of difference,
in order to promote the idea of pluralism. In contemporary art pluralism is venerated as
proof of arts transcendence over a Marxist critique.
Yet, the fact that politically relevant art must be “cleaned-up” or sterilized
contradicts the discursive lip-service, this fact is predominantly why Piper is not
canonized. Piper‟s work cannot be cleaned through formalist theorizing. Piper‟s use of
form and material cannot be separated from their content. The Art World only allows
political work of this kind a certain amount of visibility and has certain mechanisms in
place to discredit works of this nature. Donald Kuspit, is one type of fail-safe. Quoting
from his 1987 essay on Piper: “Each of her performances reads like a case history. Each
her problem-filled life a microcosm of the female problematic, an exemplary symptom of
a larger sickness unto female death.” Or “…exist to pull herself together emotionally, or
to camouflage a self so overwrought with anxiety about the threat of disintegration from
within that it seems unable to be centered in itself. It must dissolve outward in
discourse…that…masks emotional incoherence. Piper’s overwrought discourse seems
the centrifugal expression of a collapsing self… a… form of distress…Piper’s
intellectuality is a sign of a false self, in part the self-others expect her…to have…in
search of her true emotional self…” Notice how different the Art World deals with Piper
compared to Sherman. Kuspit is determined to derive the meaning of Piper‟s work
completely through his psycho-analysis of Piper. Yet remember what Krauss said, to
see the Stills as an externalization of the character or emotions of Sherman would be, “a
process of self-deception or hallucination…To buy the pitch (but) To fail to look under
the Hood.”7
In hopes of concretely showing how Sherman’s “Stills” relate to Piper the text will
now discuss Adrian Pipers Mythic Being Series. A mythic being is a false or abstract
persona that is generally part of a story or folklore used to explain or sanctify social or
legal institutions or explain natural phenomena.2 In this performance piece, Piper
assumes an art persona–The Mythic Being–a stereotypical identity of a “third world
male.” Reconfiguring herself through: clothing, hair-do, facial hair, mannerisms,
accessories, body language, and psychological and physiological impulses. The
affinities between Sherman‟s Stills (1977-1980) and Piper’s piece (1974-1976) should be
clear, one major or manufactured difference is Krauss‟ reading of Sherman‟s work which
restricts the Film Stills to a formalist endeavor. Again, this cannot be done with Piper‟s
work, her piece cannot be de-politicized, for it was intrinsically connected to the
discourse of life. This Mythic Being would visit certain cultural locales through-out the
city, art gallery openings, concerts, and films. This “third world male,” also took the
subway or buses and walked the streets at night within various neighborhoods.2 As art
persona Piper‟s behavior changed. She now walked with a swagger– a masculine bop–
set with her legs wide apart so as not to constrict her genitalia. Her sexual attraction to
women was openly displayed, no longer in competition with them for men. Piper‟s art-
persona followed women with predator like eyes, fantasizing about passionate scenes of
intimacy.2 Her sexual attraction to men was also altered and complicated by her
machismo appearance.2 Piper‟s persona forced her to envision male interaction as an
opportunity of kinship based on mutual respect and sincere friendship. Piper suppressed
expressions and thoughts of sexual desire.2 Adrian Piper further complicated the
metamorphosis between her and her art world persona by taking out ads and visually
reproducing the Mythic Being in the Village Voice, a widely distributed newspaper. The
Mythic Being appeared in the paper monthly with a cartoon thought bubble crudely
drawn over his head; the thought/speech bubble would be filled with different passages
from Piper‟s personal journal: “Today was the first day of school. The only decent boys
in my class are Robbie and Clyde. I think I like Clyde -9.21-61.”2 This phrase would then
be used as a mantra, which Piper would recite, while in drag, in order to maintain her
consciousness as the Mythic Being. The repetitive chant or mantra also emptied-out all
personal meaning for Adrian Piper.2 When these phrases appeared in the public arena
they were no longer documentations of Piper‟s past thoughts or emotions but historical
attributes of the Mythic Being.2 For Piper, the Mythic Being shares her consciousness to
a degree, then their inner histories diverge: Piper‟s past and present continues located
in time and space, while the Mythic Being, a collection of codes–a personality–not a
person, remains frozen in time.
As Krauss used postmodern theory to re-frame Cindy Sherman‟s Stills, this text
will now use postmodern theory to re-frame Adrian Piper‟s performance. In regards to
the composition of the postmodern individual or “subject” it has been said, that “ the
conflicting languages of power which circulate through and within individuals actually
constitute the self.”3 These languages of power like language itself are based on
binaries, as Derrida said, language does not so much describe realty as much as it
defers meaning or describes difference.3 Moreover, if an individual can be thought of as
a site of conflict and contradiction in the matrix of language–Piper‟s creation of the
Mythic Being skillfully describes how personality is nothing more than a combination of
contradicting and conflicting codes. Her performance shows the binary nature of the self/
human psychology; through her transformation into her visual/psychological inverse.
Piper is female, Mythic Being is male. Piper‟s complexion signifies her as a white female
the Mythic Being‟s afro signifies him as black/other male. Piper‟s education and chosen
field of profession (Analytical Philosophy) locates her within the ranks of the upper class;
thus, she can be read like language: rich, white, female. The Mythic Being‟s dress and
mannerisms locate him within the boules of the lower class, so he too is spoken for
before he speaks: poor, black, male. Not only are characters in film produced by codes,
but living breathing people are also spoken for and categorized by the binaries of
language.
Moreover, Piper discontinued the physical performance of the Mythic Being,
switching to a literary performance. This literary performance was purveyed through the
Village Voice a non-art publication. This performance is connected to Roland Barthes‟
“autobiographical” works. For instance in, “Ronald Barthes by Ronald Barthes (1975), an
autobiography begins by announcing in an epigraph that „all of this must be thought of as
being said by a character in a novel‟.”3 So there are two voices in the book, Barthes
“own” and that of Barthes as fictional “character.”3 This is exactly what is illustrated in
Piper‟s work done virtually at the same time as Barthes‟. Piper‟s Village Voice ad‟s
contained two voices and two bodies- that of the Mythic Being and that of Pipers. In his
work, Barthes‟ calls into question the codes that give the appearance of “literary realism”
thus he deconstructs the unity between author and the book the author produces in
hopes of “truthfully” describing life or society. Piper‟s piece also questioned the codes
that give appearance to “reality” (mannerisms, dress, education, sexual preference) in
doing so, she has deconstructed the moral/psychic unity of the individual.
It is often said, both postmodernist art and philosophy have opened up a
theoretical terrain where “difference and Otherness” can be considered legitimate
issues.9 If this was truly the case then Piper would be canonized but more often than not
phrases such as these only mask the unchanged status-quo. However, to be fair this
text acknowledges that the canon does leave deserving and relevant artist out of its self-
perpetuating system. A believer in liberal humanism, would argue this is what happened
in Piper‟s case and the canon might one day make room for her. As it did for Cy
Twombly, who suffered early obscurity, as his works were deemed out-of-step with the
avant-garde of his time, Abstract Expressionism. Or one could argue that Piper‟s
insistence on confronting the “politics of difference” is morally or ethically taboo,
somewhat linking Piper‟s predicament to Theodoros Stamos‟ situation. His ethics were
called into question due to his involvement with the Rothko Estate Scandal. He was
deemed guilty by the Art World, his work was instantly erased from the canons
trajectory. Yet, Piper has not acted morally transgressive, art has always carried the
code of politics, look at the work of Delacrouix, Goya, Gericault, Picasso.
What lies beneath Pipers lack of validation becomes clear when an announcement by Rosalind
Krauss, is recalled, “at a 1983 symposium, she doubted there was any unrecognized
African-American art of quality because if it didn‟t bring itself to her attention, it probably
didn‟t exist.”1 When this statement is de-coded what Krauss‟ announcement explicitly
states: the art world is not inherently bias or racist against blacks (we) the art world just
demand certain qualitative standards and blacks for one reason or another don‟t seem
to be up to the challenge. Krauss is famous for applying deconstruction philosophy to
art criticism, which makes her comments all the more, unfortunate. Those who
seemingly wield cognitive powers that enable them to see beyond the illusory and
antiquated structures which surround and mediate human interaction are themselves
chained to the very structure they claim to see through. Krauss comments, were made
with prideful candor, they speak through and point to, the discourse, not only art but
societal discourse.
Continuing, discourse should be defined; in this context, discourse is a group of
“historically evolved interlocking, self-supporting statement(s), used to define a subject.”3
Krauss‟ naturalization of the overarching discourse, shatters any fantasies about the
idea of “liberal humanist thought, which is supposed to be capable of being autonomous
and rational.”3 Krauss shows the subject can never stand aside from the actual social
conditions or text and judge from an autonomous point of view.3 The social condition or
text which surrounds Krauss, is the “a priori” of American history. Meaning, the history
that comes before the experience of history itself. This is a sort of theoretical groundwork
the language used to describe this pre- experience is instantly naturalized and
internalized as “truth.” This is why Rosalind Krauss is unafraid and unashamed, the
“truth” she speaks was here long before her and will be here long after her. Actually, it is
not so much that Krauss speaks the discourse but more so the discourse speaks
through her. At the heart of this discourse is the essentialist statement: blacks by
essence are slaves–blacks are meant to be slaves. This “truth” was created through:
systemic kidnapping, torture, rape, murder, dehumanization, the denial of education
and citizenship. Those actions taken in their totality silenced the black voice/experience.
The denial of this voice is how authority or “master narratives” derive power and
influence. If the world is viewed through this master narrative or this codified
framework/discourse, can anyone expect this discourse to ever transcend itself? If
Individuals compose/consume/perpetuate the discourse, to become self-aware of the
way this discursive practice legitimates itself is to admit that identity comes at the
abasement and degradation of the “Other”… Until this self-revelation occurs it will always
seem perfectly “natural” “reasonable” and “normal” to devalue, marginalize and overlook
the life-activity of blacks. This is what is meant when it is said that the discourse speaks
through Krauss- black art like black experience becomes invisible to consumers of this
discourse. This sort of discursive consciousness is what “Foucault calls, the
„archaeology‟ of the episteme.3 Conditions that lie below perception–they are not always
explicit– so the episteme is a kind of epistemological unconscious for the age.”3 To view
the “Other”/ blacks as individuals not as type, is to view the human object on merit alone
or outside the discourse. Thus, self-consciousness provides the only escape from the
epistemological unconscious.
Finally, Adrian Piper synthesized and expanded conceptual art and Minimalist art
motifs and methodologies, creating a catalyst code that can potentially help postmodern
subjects with self-reflexivity. Piper‟s works erect an art platform that can sustain the
weight of enriching discussions about timeless and significant art concepts. Perhaps it is
finally time for her place in the sun, as she ascends into the realm of the Saints.
DeShawn Lamar Dumas
Piper, Adrian, Out Of Order, Out Of Sight Volume 1, Cambridge, Massachusetts: The MIT Press, 1996.
Piper, Adrian, Out Of Order, Out Of Sight Volume 2, Cambridge, Massachusetts: The MIT Press, 1996.
Butler, Christopher, Postmodernism: A Very Short Introduction, Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2002.
Morgan C, Robert, Art Into Ideas, Cambridge, Cambridge University Press, 1996.
Wark Jayne, Conceptual Art and Feminism, Woman’s Art Journal. Vol. 22, No. 1, pp 44-50,
http://www.jstor.org/stable/135873
Schopenhauer, Arthur, Essays And Aphorisms, London, England: Penguin Press, 1970
Krauss, Rosalind, From “Cindy Sherman: Untitled” (1993)
http://www.mariabuszek.com/kcai/PoMoSeminar/Readings/KraussSherman.pdf
Matthews, P, Art Since 1945 Allen Memorial Art Museum, Oberlin College
http://www.oberlin.edu/amam/Sherman_UntitledFilm.htm
Hooks, Bell, “Postmodern Blackness,” from Yearning: Race, Gender, and Cultural Politics, Boston,
Massachusetts: South End Press, 1990.
http://www.mariabuszek.com/kcai/PoMoSeminar/Readings/hooksPoMoBlckness.pdf
Piper, Adrian, ArtForum International, September 2010, pp 269-270

Baker Overstreet - Atavistic Future



















Atavistic Formalism

In the social sciences, atavism is a cultural tendency—for example, people in the modern era reverting to the ways of thinking and acting of a former time. The word atavism is derived from the Latin atavus. An atavus is a great-great-great-grandfather or, more generally, an ancestor.

Russell Tyler - A Post-Post-Modern Halley












 
 

Jonathan Allmaier

Jonathan Allmaier, Pointing Paintings, Bump Paintings, and Key Paintings
55 Delancey Street, New York


Like the work at BOSI, Jonathan Allmaier’s using a sort of painting grammar– but this time, the painting object itself is the part of speech. I’m not sure I fully understand the text that accompanies his work, but Allmaier has created a few different denotations which fall somewhere between scientific experiment and game.
A “pointing painting” draws attention to the stretcher. I assume this refers to paintings like the “counting pointing” painting “Untitled (6 Green Points),” a mostly-white painting with six small green brush marks and very visible stretcher rubbings.
A “bump painting” occurs when the painting “draw[s] on the stretcher and canvas,” which means that anything but a brush is used, and there are no outside references. This refers to “Untitled (3 Orange Pairs),” a big red and brown painting which Allmaier has painted with his hands, because it directly works with the paint and the surface, and because the indicated action is entirely contained within the canvas.
A “key painting” occurs when there is an outside object described, which therefore requires the use of a brush. This refers to paintings of hands, whose palms are colored-in with different primaries.
It’s the kind of thinking that can lead to a better understanding of what painting can do. Allmaier’s showing us different planes of meaning, from the painting tools to the physical world outside. Painting can signify things in different ways, the show seems to say, but you’re left to wonder why, and what.



Jonathan Allmaier | Untitled (Plastic Points), 2011, oil on canvas, 92″ x 60.5
 
 

Joey Piziali - Geometry Exhausted















Tatiana Berg - To Paint a Time Never Experienced

Who are your influences, your artistic family tree?
The 2007 exhibition High Times, Hard Times: New York Painting, 1967–1975at the National Academy Museum, New York brought to my attention some New York painters that were exploring new territories in abstract painting. These new discoveries — Alan Shields, Lynda Benglis, Baer — looked fresh and funny to my eyes, and got me thinking about new possibilities in painting. The 1970s isn’t a time that should hold any particular importance to me, since I was born five years after they ended, but I am attracted to its sun-soaked colors and idealism inherited from the 1960s.
What should we know about your practice today that may not be visible in the work?
I’m an intuitive painter and still view the painting surface as a performative space. I sometimes really have to build up and take down layers of paint, excavating and mining through multiple iterations before unearthing something that feels right. If a painting happens fast, it is usually one out of ten fast paintings I made in that sitting.



Can you explain what you mean by “painting surface as a performative space”?
When you make a painting, you set up a problem to solve. My favorite paintings tend to be the ones where the problem is slowly developed, but the solution is arrived at suddenly. If you leave part of the original problem visible, through the act of viewing, you can re-experience the arrival at the solution. A viewer gets to solve the painting along with you, and that is so incredibly satisfying.
The surfaces of my tents are more like the patina of a well-used chair. I wonder sometimes if, in a painting, the record of struggle, the visible “wear and tear” left on the canvas is an attempt to replicate the patina of age — the patina of meaning — acquired by a used object. The object was used and fulfilled its purpose. Paintings can’t do that! Eventually they go on a wall, and no one touches them anymore. A painting on the floor that’s three-dimensional, the size of a chair, is sort of begging to be touched, to be used, even though they’re still totally useless.



There is a certain “messiness” — imperfect shapes and lines, drips, unusual textures, and so forth — in your work that’s very appealing. How would you characterize your visual style?
I love painting, because even though it’s sort of romantic, it’s not a bloodless activity. It’s exhausting in a different way than the exhaustion I get from anything else. I think when it comes to the “messiness”, it’s the result of succumbing to a sort of indulgent painterly lust — pushing around the paint in a way that’s fun and seductive in the pursuit of capturing something joyful and fast. If my work appears casual, it is only because I learned to take myself seriously by not taking myself seriously at all. You just have to accept you’re going to fail sometimes and forge ahead. I might be making marks with abandon, but then I have to stop before it’s over. You want suspend closure, because you want to leave a painting “open”. If you force yourself to stop, you preserve that magical, mystical “freshness” we painters are always yammering about; you leave the window open, and you climb through it to the next painting. Forgive the metaphor, but it’s painting with the pull-out method.



Tatiana Berg (b. 1985, Washington, D.C.) has appeared in exhibitions at Freight+Volume, New York; Regina Rex, Queens; Nudashank, Baltimore; and has completed residencies at Byrdcliffe Guild, Woodstock, NY and the Vermont Studio Center. She holds a B.F.A. with Honors from the Rhode Island School of Design, and attended the Skowhegan School of Painting & Sculpture. She is an online contributor to BOMB magazine. Berg has a studio in Ridgewood and lives in Brooklyn.





Friday, December 28, 2012

Jacob Kassay - Non-referential Monochromes


Jacob Kassay: History's Mirror

Jacob Kassay shares a studio in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, that has been home to artists including Amy Granat, Steven Parrino, Virginia Overton and Olivier Mosset. Originally rented by the late Parrino twenty years ago, the space is currently the subject of a celebratory group show, "1107 Manahattan Avenue," on view at Spencer Brownstone [through Oct. 28] and featuring works of harmonious aesthetic by Kassay, Mosset and others. The show takes off from "1107 Studio," which was organized by Swiss painter Olivier Mosset to include works by artists residing at the eponymous studio, and exhibited at John Gibson Gallery in 1995.



 
 



Like his eminent workspace, Kassay's monochromes experiment with history. "I think that the work I'm doing could've been made sixty years ago. Everything I'm working with now was available then," the artist told A.i.A. "There's no reason that we can't go back to the past and rehash ideas that maybe you thought weren't complete." One could say that Kassay's work—the subject of spectacular fascination and a bizarre degree of financial speculation—is so compelling precisely because it recedes from the current moment into an infinite timelessness, challenging the linearity of art history.

In the best-known of Kassay's paintings, the artist has employed a technique of electro-plated silver over a base of acrylic on canvas, carefully plating only the face of the canvas to retain the work's identity as a painting. "In the first set of paintings I did, I plated the edges, too-but those appeared to be too sculptural on the wall," says Kassay. The plating is thin, and magnifies marks; the reflective surface breaks light and exaggerates effects. In doing so, the technique creates a slight bas-relief with sparse brushstrokes in acrylic. Kassay's strategy for making the work has the air of invention-an effect he does not emphasize. He does, however, align himself very easily with artists that pre-date him by generations: "I was just interested in gestures of absolute transformation of surface, like in Lucio Fontana, or work like that."

In his 1974 poem "Arriverderci Modernismo," Carter Ratcliff wrote, "I was dazzled by the mirror with no perspective, no train tracks meeting, no scenery rushing past. The fact that I could see into the mirror from which I was excluded meant to me then that we would be together always." A decade before Kassay was born, Ratcliff asked for modernism to relieve itself of its own imperious reign. Kassay's work seems to be offering a visual rejoinder, firmly insisting that there was never a real good-bye. "When I think of a lot of people's idea of progress, I think it is simply to keep people in jobs," says Kassay. "Which is very important, but it seems like there's something missing."

A recent body of work shown at L & M Arts in Los Angeles suggested, in abstraction, a ballet studio. The exhibition featured a silver-plated painting with a ballet bar in front of it, as well as several small white and blush pink monochrome paintings. "It came about from a conversation with a friend who's doing paintings for an opera in Paris, which is something painters get asked to do after having a very nice career. And I thought, ‘well as a less established painter, I'm probably not going to get asked to do paintings for a theater any time soon, so I'll make the practice space'."

The artist found links between ballet and painting. "The word for rehearsal, in French, is the same word for repetition: repetition," explains Kassay. "And I thought, ‘well that's interesting. I work in a very repetitive way. All the paintings are the same friggin' size: perfect.'" The practice bar suggested movement in the space; the artist made himself the choreographer of the chance and incidental movement of gallery visitors reflected in the silver-plated painting.

One venue where Kassay has not been choreographer is in the reporting of the financial aspect of the work. Kassay's paintings sell on the secondary marker for six figures, and art journalists have spilled a lot of ink, digital and otherwise, reporting this. The attention on the part of journalists to this aspect of his career vexes the artist. "It's stupid. How boring. What kind of bully does that to a 26-year-old?" Kassay asks

'Save the Last Dance for Me' Repetition of Clischés



Mary Heilmann: Save the Last Dance for Me / Terry R. Myers.

Save the Last Dance for Me is the title of a painting made by Mary
Heilmann in 1979 during a juncture of several critical points in
contemporary art, as well as in her own career and life. In a compelling
account, Terry R. Myers describes, interprets, and finds contexts for the
painting from its creation to its relevance and inclusion in contemporary
exhibitions. Within the stated framework of the series, One Work, Myers
focuses on this one work with the insistence that a single work can "affect
our understanding of art in general." His insistence is convincing,
intellectually satisfying, and a pleasure to read.
He begins by describing the deceptively simple painting without
considering the somewhat ambiguous title. He describes the painted pink
and black, a drip, the question of layers and surface, plus an exploration
into the deviance of the geometric shapes themselves. With thoughtful
commentary, each aspect is considered in light of the traditions of the
time. Once being thoroughly familiar with the descriptive elements of the
painting, Myers introduces the title for discussion and begins to build a
context for it in Mary Heilmann's work. The context can include biographical details, many relevant and
irreverent musical references, and quite a few 'isms,' with Save the Last Dance For Me potentially an early
example of postmodernism. He quotes the artist, describing her process using a combination of "rigour
and being cute." The title of the painting, its colors and amusingly, even the headings for sections of the
book, are permeated by the influence of music. The author includes the one negative review of Mary
Heilmann’s show at Holly Solomon Gallery where Save the Last Dance for Me was first displayed, turning
the negative account into an interesting discussion of the perception of Heilmann’s work at that time and
highlighting the reasons for her continued support and influence.
This short book has many high quality, color illustrations of Mary Heilmann's work, installation
views ,and some work of her contemporaneous peers. The author includes parts of interviews and
references to the painter's autobiography, as well as quotes and excerpts from a wide range of sources.

Tomma Abts - Aesthetics and Time


'I'm sure they were thinking it was time a woman won'

She's never had a painting lesson and never knows how a work will turn out. In her first interview, Turner prize winner Tomma Abts speaks to Emma Brockes
 
 
Tomma Abts 
 
 
'I think it should be about the art and not the personality. These private things should not be mentioned' ... Tomma Abts. Photograph: Sarah Lee
The night before, she had won the Turner Prize, but yesterday morning Tomma Abts' composure was such that you wondered how she'd look if she hadn't won. The 38-year-old German painter was pleased by the result, of course. But she didn't think it changed anything. "It's nice," she said, in a mild, pleasant voice as she lifted her shoulders in the international sign for "whatever".
Abts' win on Monday night has been widely interpreted as the Turner Prize correcting itself. As well as being the first woman and the first painter to win the prize in almost a decade, after years of artists with personas as feverishly worked upon as their art, here was someone about whom we knew practically nothing: 38 years old, from Kiel in Germany but resident in London for the past 12 years, and (rumour had it) the former girlfriend of Chris Ofili - that's pretty much it. Efforts to extract more would, as you will see, be a painful experience. We meet around the corner from Abts' studio in Clerkenwell, which she has occupied since she first came to London on a grant. She had been living in Berlin, doing a mixed media art course in which she had concentrated mainly on film - "structuralist films" - while doing her own painting on the side. The Berlin art scene at that time was a little "sleepy", she says, whereas London was just starting to swing with the YBA movement. Abts moved to the city not because she wanted to join in - she's not really a joining-in kind of gal - but rather to enjoy, at a tangent, the energy and interest in art that it generated. "It's quite nice to have that bit of distance, to have my own personal space to develop my work," she says.
For a couple of years she got by on the arts grant, and then was forced to find work. "I had strange jobs, like telephone marketing type jobs for German companies." It was only four years ago that she was able to live solely off her art, and it was a huge relief finally to give up the day jobs.
Abts has never had formal training in fine art and hasn't taken a painting lesson in her life. The town she grew up in was "not very exciting" - she summarises its main features as "sea" and "nice landscape" - but the idea that news of her win might appear in the local paper makes her smile broadly. Abts' parents still live in Kiel and told her proudly that she had made the national news in Germany on Monday night. They have always encouraged her, she says, and her upbringing was "very free." I ask if her parents do anything artistic.
"No."
What do they do?
"Do I have to say?"
Yes.
"My mum is a teacher in a primary school and my dad is a gynaecologist." She smiles sheepishly.
Is it true that you used to go out with Chris Ofili?
The smile falters. "I won't talk about that."
I tell her that I hope she did.
"Why?"
Because then you could be characterised as a former golden couple, the Posh and Becks of the art world. (Ofili won the Turner Prize in 1998.)
Abts looks horrified. "No comment! I don't think these private things should be part of art, in a way." Without naming names, she goes off on a riff about self-cannibalising artists who make their careers by rummaging about in their own detritus. "It [the Turner] used to be such a personality-based prize and I think that's not appropriate, necessarily, for art. I think it should be about the art and not the personality. These private things should not be mentioned."
OK. Are you married?
"No." She cracks up laughing.
Abts used to work on canvasses of all sizes, but somewhere along the line she started feeling most comfortable with a single size, a modest 19in by 15in, and has stuck with it ever since. She paints sitting down, and the canvas fits the arc of her arm. It's an agonisingly slow process, she says, and she will sometimes put a canvas away for a couple of years before returning to complete it. "They're such slow paintings to make that I think they might also be slow to look at ... that people might not really notice what's going on."
This isn't false modesty. Abts was surprised by the warm reaction of the critics to her work in the run-up to the Turner Prize. (In October, the Guardian's critic Adrian Searle wrote: "Abts' quiet and disturbing paintings seem utterly right and unexpected. They ought to win.") She has always painted for herself, on the side, and the fact that it has ended in glory is something she finds quite amazing. But her self-containment that might also be construed as arrogance. She won't name any influences, or works of art that first inspired her as a child, or her favourite past winner of the Turner Prize. She's not even sure she could name them.
I ask what she thinks of her co-nominee, Phil Collins, whose conceptual work based on the perils of reality TV was about as far from Abts' paintings as you could get. "It seemed to me," she says, "that for what he was doing, he was doing it very well." This sounds pointed, but perhaps that's just wishful thinking.
It is said that winning the Turner Prize doubles the value of an artist's work overnight. No, says Abts. "Maybe some galleries and artists would do that, but not the people I work with." She considers art a calling, not a career, and she didn't go into it to make money - well, who does? Actually, she says, she thinks young artists today have a rather warped attitude in this regard. "It seems that these young artists think of it as a career choice, to do art; they think that it will pay off and they'll make money." She looks doubtfully out the window. "Maybe they will."
Why does she think so few women have won the Turner Prize? "I don't know, because to me it feels that in the last few years a lot of female artists have been very dominant. In a way maybe [the prize] hasn't represented what's happened. I'm sure they were thinking that it was time a woman won it. I'm sure there are those kind of strategic decisions [going on]."
Abts' paintings are like palimpsests, multi-layered, and it gives one little jolts of pleasure to look at them, although it's impossible to say why. They require no external stimuli, no subject matter and no obvious end point. Starting a new painting is, says Abts, "the easiest part for me, because I have so many visual ideas. Colours, or starting to make shapes or thinking about where things go, that's easy. Then just trying to make it more concrete and trying to make some kind of meaning."
What is the meaning? Abts doesn't mind art that requires an explanation alongside it, but equally, she doesn't think one needs to explain - or even know - why something is good. There has been much discussion about how she can tell when one of her paintings is finished. Instinct, she says. "A question of balancing it all out or making it darker or ..." Anyway, she just knows. She very rarely abandons a painting, but when she does it's because she has painted over the canvas too many times and it has become bumpy.
"I can't really ever say what it will look like or how it will finish or what will make it work. It's a different idea or moment for each painting. It's not really... I try so much with the composition and colour, and get closer and closer, and then there's always a moment where there's a surprise, when I try something and ... everything is in place."
Isn't it scary, not being able to formalise what she is doing, has done, or is going to do - why any of it works or doesn't work? "It is scary!" she says. "Sometimes I think, God, I don't know if I will ever finish another painting because I don't know how to do it. But then it keeps happening ..."
She frowns and has another crack at it. "What is an interesting idea for me is something being ... an image and at the same time an object." We talk about Jasper Johns' Flag as an example of this: a painting, a flag, and also a representation of a flag. "When I finish [a piece of art] it becomes congruent with itself."
There is a confounded silence. "I don't know what that means," she says, and, with a lack of pretension we may not see again in a Turner Prize winner, laughs uproariousy.
Past winners on the Turner effect
Gillian Wearing, 1997 winner
The main thing I remember thinking after winning was: "How am I going to make work under this spotlight?"
That lasted quite a few months. I turned down a lot of media, particularly television. Apart from trying to keep a low profile, my experience was very good - though one curator told me they had been criticised for giving me a solo show so soon after, because it was too obvious. In fact, the show had been planned a year before I was nominated.
You can't control nominations. Some brilliant artists haven't been nominated, even when they have made significant work within the year being considered. Nominations reflect the judges' subjectivity.
Martin Creed, 2001 winner
I thought about whether to accept the nomination for a few days. But the thing is, it offers such a big audience. Winning had a good effect, I think. It's a stamp of approval, so it gives you confidence. Much as I thought I could do without it, I desperately wanted to win. I'd been brought up to think it was a bad thing to be competitive, in a moral sense, but I'm comfortable with it now. I've realised I'm just as human as everyone else. A lot of artists are very competitive.
Right now, I'm working on some paintings and drawings. I've been collecting hundreds of pens. Each pen is different and has a different colour, and I'm doing a different drawing for each pen.
Grayson Perry, 2003 winner
It didn't do me any harm. Overall, it doesn't make a huge difference. Artwork is not judged by popular success. It's not like the Booker Prize. Competitions are often considered a bit vulgar, but I've never had a problem with being vulgar. I enjoyed dealing with all the media attention. I wouldn't have refused a nomination - I'm not that cool.
Currently, I'm working on pieces for a gallery in Japan. It's in a variety of mediums - ceramics, metals.
· Interviews by Tancred Newbury

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Christmas Reading: 'Painting in the twenty-tens; where to now? (You can’t touch this!)'

Painting in the twenty-tens; where to now? (You can’t touch this!)
Max Olofsson
Kungliga Konsthögskolan (Royal Institute of Art - Stockholm), 2011

Contents
Painting 1
Hypo-cave 2
Utopia / U can’t touch this 3
Painthing 5
Body language 6
Painting is painting. Everything else is everything else 7
Everything else 8
Lost in translation 8
Passion art 10
2-D alliance 10
Conflict of the surface 11
Confusion of origin, mixing of styles 11
Showing 12
Video games 13
Digital painting 14
(K)not related 15
$ 15
Human 16

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With this essay, I will present to you my distilled (re)definition of painting; what about it that
is important and what is not. These are my opinions – some based on observations, others
on assumptions. I will bring up and do my best to explain: Painthings, the Conflict of the
Surface and Information Painting.
Painting
Painting has been through a notoriously turbulent time during the last century, specifically in
the early years and around the middle. Some artists sought to make the final painting – the
truest, most painterly painting ever conceived of – beyond which there would be no
direction left to take. A long lasting quest during which some artists despaired, and gave up
on painting altogether (e.g. Duchamp, who in the nineteen-teens, as an act of renunciation
of originality of the art-object, presented an allegedly visually indifferent “ready-made” milk
bottle rack as a work of art, which led to a whole new way of looking at art other than
painting. However – since this essay is specifically dedicated to painting – this is something I
will not speak any more of). Others (Tatlin in the beginning- and Judd in the latter half of the
last century) concluded that painting had to evolve and somehow become more than it had
ever been before and consequently added a third dimension, which subsequently made it
something other than painting.
I can’t think of, nor ever hope to find the exact amount of proclaimed deaths of painting, I
am in any case of a diametrically opposite opinion: painting has far from exhausted its
potential, it is nowhere near an end; I would much rather say it can finally begin!

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I’m not saying it can finally begin to be provocative; I did not set out to write this essay to
trash-talk previous generations of painters, nor to suggest that all of their efforts and
achievements somehow should have ultimately amounted to nothing, it is on the contrary: a
genuinely hopeful statement and a belief that the near future holds great things in store for
the continued evolution of painting, and the beginning of painting as non-object.
Hypo-cave
This paragraph is a hypothetical unfolding of events, a personal take on things – perhaps a
qualified guess would be a fitting description – above an accurate account of history, but
nevertheless it will provide a background story and set the mood. As I see it, back in the
cave-painting days, you took whatever was necessary to make visible to you and to others
your visions and observations. The paint, in itself, was just something that proved to be
much better at staying on the cave walls than any drawing in the sand would stay (untrampled)
in the sand. This improvement of duration facilitated visual communication, as it
could be shown to more cave-pals, and it would stay there. Suddenly an observation and a
painting made one day could be added to a week later, after having seen something new.
Through the use of this aid, more elaborate pictures could be worked on and important
observations could be recorded; knowledge was spread through the gathering and sharing of
images of encounters made in the world. I would assume at this time it had very little to do
with the paint and the current obsession with it, and infinitely much more to do with the
images you could produce.
I would argue that the ideal painting is a painting as a non-object; the recorded vision or
observation in itself. It is an ideal not easily achieved, but well worth striving for. And, I’d
even go so far as to say it is our duty, as painters – as artists – to work hard at realizing the
ideal. For love of tradition and feeling we’re a part of an ongoing writing of history, we can
only do our best to add to the tremendous group effort it takes to keep moving forward.
Through the history of painting, the paint and the object have gained superiority over the
image, to the point where they on their own (wrongly) represent painting. This shift of focus,
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or perhaps better: this deliberate confusion of definition for the sake of reinvention started
bubbling with cubism, heated up further with the constructivist approach to painting and
reached its boiling point in and around minimalism and other materialistic, objectemphasizing
movements and positions. But no matter how much I may disagree with certain
views, I should make it clear that all of these twists and turns in and of definitions of painting
have been completely necessary for me to reach mine.
Utopia / U can’t touch this
Now this may be romantic, but I’m completely serious: painting is the utopian dream of
being able to extract from within yourself your personal vision, your way of looking at the
world, the observations you think are important and strive to give meaning to, and being
able to show them to others so that they too can be enriched by them. Through it you
demonstrate your will to protect those precious observations and visions from the blight of
time and touch of man, by which I mean the grasp of greed and the desire to own. It is to
render them untouchable, painting them into the world beyond reach, where they forever
remain as the recording of an idea, subject only to eternal longing and continued watching.
The reason I use the word utopia (literally meaning “no place”, or “nowhere”) is because it is
the perfect analogy for painting. As I see it, and would even venture to say understand it,
this is what it was all about from the beginning. Granted, the word utopia and any
ponderings about what the image is or can be arrived in the discussion significantly later
than the painted image came into being, but it is still what one can hope it was all about.
It can never be sullied by ownership in the same sense that physical objects are attainable if
you have sufficient finances for them. It is not something for someone to hold, it is not that
simple – it is beyond that. In today’s society, you want something – you buy it. But the
instant you obtain it, the initial longing – that which got you interested in the first place –
ceases, and it swiftly assumes the role of just another thing in a line of hundreds of objects
you own. There’s this quick fix for every craving, if you have the money. Apart from, as the
Beatles sang: love and – as I would like to add to their statement – painting; you can never
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reach the vision it holds. To quote another musician, who happened to create the perfect
theme song for painting with his 90’s megahit, Mc Hammer: “U can’t touch this”!
Painting was never about making an object, even when paintings became objects it was still
originally only about making paintings; the object only came into being as a clever invention
of a transport device that made images portable, so you wouldn’t have to abandon them
with the move from your home (cave/palace). This led to a better communication of visual
information as the paintings could travel to new locations and be seen by new eyes. Painting
has, however, become problematically tied to its supporting object, and today random
objects that somewhat resemble paintings are called paintings, when in fact they really are
objects.
I would like here to make a hopefully helpful parallel to music, which is also something we
produce and pass on to a state of being beyond touch. The production of it may, just as
painting, depend on our bodies to play the actual instruments or our mind and hand to
compose it on a computer, but what comes out is something untouchable, unreachable;
utopian. Something created by us human beings by whatever technical means necessary to
communicate beauty/X in one of its most intangible forms. (I put an “X” there since it might
otherwise exclude anyone striving to express something quite different.) And in the end it is
not about the speakers, or the CD-player (or computer) by use of which the recorded music
can be played and heard again and again, they are simply necessary to transmit the original
recording of the composition.
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Painthing
If we, for the sake of argument, were to regard painting as a veil – beyond which we cannot
go – with physical painting we can still touch the veil, as it were, and a range of nonsensical
questions are bound to arise from it. And have arisen. Whether the veil itself is made of
fancy cloth (read: metal, cardboard, plastic, etc.), whether it’s thick or thin, heavy or light is
all beside the point – these are concerns belonging to fields other than painting. What is
behind the veil, however; what the “no place” it keeps us separated from looks like, and how
it has been arrived at – stylistically, compositionally and technically – isn’t. When the
materiality of the object confuses or questions the hierarchies of importance, and you don’t
know whether to focus on the probably very delicate and intricate suggestion of a new
flashy carrier of the image, or concentrate on the actual picture, it is, as I have chosen to
phrase it, a painthing. It puts materialistic and physical concerns over pictorial and depends
on a sculptural reading of the artwork.
To give a historical explanation of paintings becoming painthings: Cezanne’s structured way
to paint, his vision of how it should be, and what was then developed by Picasso and Braque
– cubism (or to be precise: analytic cubism) – is all about painting. And it remains so until
material beside paint – worldly things with the purpose of referring to itself, society or
everyday life in a direct, hands-on, materialistic way – is introduced in synthetic cubism.
With the invasion of real space (objects) into painted space, they immediately became
painthings.
I’m not saying painthings are in any way inferior, less worth or trying to make any other
disparaging insinuation, I’m simply stating that they are not so much paintings as they are
something else; the main points of interest lie someplace outside the plane, and a distinction
between the two is necessary to facilitate future discussion about painting. It is difficult to
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talk about good or bad or well made painting today, when there is no real telling of when it
ceases to be what it wants to be. One painting might have a faint scent of perfume –a subtle
smell of Chanel; another might have been painted with liquid chocolate, and a third may
boast a neat fishbone pattern arrangement of cut up corduroy pants which probably would
be very tempting to touch. My point is, while it all may be very creative and fun and perhaps
even deep and involving, it is not painting. Everything a painting has to say resides within its
two dimensions; it should require no further information. It would be very difficult to say
which one was the better painting since they rely so much on material novelty and randomly
ascribed attributes (e.g. this painting absorbs sound!), whereas the true concerns
(production of fictional space, suggestion of – not physical creation of – a third dimension,
composition, color, etc.) are at most secondary. You are not supposed to smell, eat or touch
it; you’re supposed to look at it!
Body language
Painting, to my mind, has very little to do with the body. Dance, for instance, has very much
to do with it – but not painting. Should anyone insist that painting is like dancing, to me that
would simply be one out of a range of infinitely variable personal processes of painting;
saying painting is dancing is very confusing. What then is dancing, if it suddenly is also
painting? Paintings of a certain size could be argued to have a lot to do with the body, since
they might have been physically demanding to produce, but it is only true for the process of
making and not the visual information it holds, since the same painting could have been
made much smaller. Regarding the physical relation to looking at paintings it is true that a
tiny painting will give a much more intimate and private experience when looked at than a
huge one, which in turn can be imposing on the verge of threatening, and make us feel very
small. But this all has to do with decisions of scale, and is not something that is specific to
painting.
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Painting is painting. Everything else is everything else
The main reason – should it not be self-evident – for re-defining, and thereby dismissing the
most recently acquired features of painting, is to bring it back to its main constitutive
powers. Before aspiring to merge with or become something else (dance, performance,
installation, sculpture, etc.) it should deal with its own unique intrinsic qualities; the
immediate abstraction from three dimensions to two and the inherent conceptuality of
showing something that isn’t present – whether it is no longer so or it never was.
I would like here to emphasize that I think painting is – and has been ever since its early
conception as a form of communication – a very conceptual idea. It depends on the viewer
to give it space and motion in his or her mind based only on the information it provides. As I
see it, there is little difference between the mental image projected into someone’s mind
through the use of guiding or triggering words, and the one generated by the information
given in a painting. The image is just as untouchable as any meaning of any word; you get
the idea of what it could or should be, but can never get there.
It can only try to overcome its obstacles through its own possibilities. Experimenting with the
third dimension is, as I see it, just an attempt to take a shortcut to making suggested space
real. And that already exists – in everything else. There is a certain beauty in the idea of
dealing with the overwhelming diversity of physical form and texture belonging to the real
world through the soothingly dimensionally limited structure of painting. It is something to
hang on to! To paraphrase Ad Reinhardt, one could put it like this: Painting is painting.
Everything else is everything else.
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Everything else
Comparing a sound piece, for instance – or a sculpture for that matter – to a painting is quite
strange, as it presupposes a general, all-encompassing communication of ideas, suggesting
all means of expression are equally capable of communicating everything. The horrific
outcome of a fictional – but not unlikely to occur – comparison such as that would inevitably
be something like: “this is a better sound piece than that is a painting.” Looking at and
comparing art based on how interesting the choice of subject matter is and how successfully
the idea is communicated, is lacking something. It lacks a certain care (and by care I almost
mean love) for medium-specific detail, and is judged too broadly on content alone –for it is
not unthinkable that the person who makes the comparison is neither painter, nor soundartist.
I would say it is vital (and I hope I stress it enough by underlining it) that they are
cared for separately, in order to maintain the highest possible quality in each end every
discipline. And they all contribute, each by right of their own unique qualities, to the greater
discourse so that the joint efforts of all disciplines can ascertain a worthy continuation of art.
Lost in translation
Only a small part of the communication a painting produces today takes place in real space –
the room in which it hangs; the rest happens online or via books and magazines. What you
get with the documentation of a painting is a forced re-flattening of the flat surface, and if
the painting originally made a point of its physicality (thickness of paint, specific materials,
e.g. stuff belonging to painthings) the flattening will be ruthless. As a matter of fact, you
might as well call the documentation in that case obliteration of communication, as every
aspect beside the visual information on the picture plane is lost with the documentation:
every physical feature; its materiality, size, weight and texture. But, what’s worse is that not
even the flattest of paintings gets away unaffected. The information it holds will too be
transformed to pixels on screens, and the painting is lost in translation.
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One could argue that with physical paintings, one thing that still is digitally unmatched is the
precise control of color. While it becomes problematic the very moment you decide to try
and document it – as you face in that instant the same problems of varying color experience
as with digital painting – there is at least one version that is exactly as you want it or left it.
This, however, is of course only viable in ideal, never changing, lighting conditions – which
means it has to stay in one place and also that you can’t document it without first of all
flattening it once more and also losing ultimate control of color.
I’ve mostly looked at images online, in books or seen them as slides. (The “history of slides”,
as Chuck Close very aptly put it about art history, in a conversation moderated by curator
Anne Umland at MOMA, on august 8th, 2007, in conjunction with the exhibition held at that
time called What Is Painting? Contemporary Art from the Collection.) His witty remark hits
the nail right on its head – many times you never get to see the real painting, the unique
object, because it is stashed away someplace safe, or in somebody’s home. Of course there’s
always the possibility it’s hanging in a museum somewhere, but that still might not exactly
be in your vicinity. My point is I’ve seen documentation of paintings far more than I’ve seen
real paintings, and when, on occasion, I go to see the real things I sometimes get a little
disappointed. It troubles me to realize they often have a specific physicality, and angers me
to see there are sometimes little tricks to them; features you would never have guessed
from looking at documentation. There are details suggesting that seeing the object is better
than seeing the documentation; things that seem to underline that the image was not
enough, there had to be some little twist to it.
Imagine painting that has learned to adapt to slideshows and the internet: that in itself
already is its own documentation, painting that finally is all about itself; the visual
information. There is nothing more to it than what you see, there’s no trick – no slightly
better experience requiring your physical experience. That is what information painting is.
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Passion art
Many of the things I think are important in painting: clarity and decisiveness of the line, the
skill to compose a picture through simplification of space and figuration and what perhaps
could be called a disciplined use of color, all took cover during the reign of modernity. They
sought shelter in what was later to be referred to as popular culture, where they could
evolve and shape a new, characteristic language. They were widely spread through the
distribution of comics and more people than ever could look at line drawings and learn some
basics by copying their favorite comic book artists.
I have no specific feeling towards pop-art, it just so happens that many of the things I care
for and think are important and beautiful are categorized as pop, since they belong to a
certain culture, but should perhaps be called pass-art – for passionate – instead.
2-D alliance
I see little need for a distinction between painting and drawing today – they are birds of a
feather and should stay together. Contrary to how painthings distinguish themselves from
paintings by demanding real space and the physical attendance of the viewer to fully
experience the materiality of the work, drawing shares the same principles of visual
communication on a strictly two-dimensional plane as painting and its ideal form should be
the same: visual information only. They have only been separated because of two tiny – and
to my mind, completely unnecessary – reasons. First, drawing is generally considered to be
preoccupied with the line – preferably in a black and white setting or any other
monochrome scale. Second, there is a slight material difference, dictating drawing is this
medium and painting is that. But to go back to the cave paintings; they are as much drawings
as they are paintings. Does drawing become painting simply because it is filled in, and does
that then make painting with lines drawing? No, that is simply too fuzzy; I think they are
wrongfully separated. It is perhaps best to put it like this: the historical separation is
understandable, because you had only material, and subsequently expressional differences
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to go on, but it is no longer necessarily so. Roy Lichtenstein, to use an exemplary, historical
blurring of the distinction, already made it quite clear in the 60’s with his paintings of comic
book drawings, that the separation is no longer necessary.
Conflict of the surface
The Conflict of the surface is a term I originally invented for dealing with the internal,
structural questions of painting –the varying compositional, stylistic, and technical ways to
create the illusion of space on the picture plane. When two or more different styles – or
elements – meet in the same picture, they each struggle to gain the viewer’s interest in a
competition for focus of attention. Looking at, for instance, a mix of the clashing
characteristics of a very distinct logo next to or on top of a realistically painted part, you
alternate between different ways of reading the painting as we have different ways of taking
in different types of information.
In its extension, the term came to include questions related to showing painting, i.e. hanging
situations, and ultimately questions related to the significance of the surface itself – which
gave birth to the term painthings.
Confusion of origin, mixing of styles
Today, our relation to time and place is completely flattened by the images on the internet.
In a very interesting way, I might add. It is a confusion of origin; no history, no cultural
connection, just a flurry of styles and aesthetics to pick and choose from. This is what I
meant when I said earlier that painting has far from exhausted its potential; lots of things
that have been overlooked, or to be fair, haven’t been possible (which is only natural, given
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the fact that communication of images was much more limited and the availability of
information about old or foreign paintings was very restricted) are possible today. Endless
stylistic combinations and compositions are readily available to us for our immediate
enjoyment and inspiration: a global, up-to-date bank of ideas.
With the internet, any form of imagined chronological timeline has been dissolved and what
exists in its place is what I like to think of as a panoramic view of styles and expressions, with
a complete disregard for – or rather inability to share and produce – any cultural,
geographical or other on-site specific contextual information. Which, to my mind, is never
present in any mystical lingering way in any form of painting anyway, but can only rely on
the way any such cultural flavors or specific traits might have been made visible in the
painting, stylistically and content wise; the surroundings are always only second in the
reading of a painting. Suggesting otherwise immediately moves you over to the field of
showing painting in real space, which is obviously something quite different.
It is a cultural equalizer: on a particle (which is to say pixel) level, there is no telling what is
fine or foul culture; there’s no high-brow, no low-brow – there’s only no-brow! I have made
a piece constituted of two monochrome pixel-realistic paintings, each 1x1 pixel in size, to
demonstrate this. One is a faithful recreation of one of the brightest pixels in the digital
documentation of Gerhard Richter’s Betty, from 1988, which I downloaded from his
homepage. It is called Bright Betty. The other is an equally faithfully recreated pixel from a
screenshot from the Nintendo game Super Mario Bros.3, which was also released in 1988.
The specific pixel I chose to paint is the button in Mario’s pants. This painting is called Mario
Button.
Showing
In a gallery setting, I like to think of showing painting as something similar to comics, a form
of narrative constructed of consecutive images along with text (although the text part is not
necessarily required). It doesn’t have to be a continuous narrative, from a to b, as you would
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normally expect from a comic, but still all related to each other – sort of an exploded comic;
a puzzle to be laid out in the mind of the beholder in order for it to make sense. On this
level, the paintings are both themselves – with their own compositional and stylistic
concerns, each communicating their own visual information – and part of a group, acquiring
a second level of meaning in their relation to other paintings. Showing them next to each
other or far apart, you can either emphasize the struggle for attention they will inevitably
get into, or try to avoid it. This is only natural; you show two things at once, you have to
choose in what order to look at them. It is also where a painting’s social skills come into play:
a very undemanding painting might be easy to combine in a gallery space, whereas one with
a bold and challenging composition might not. It has to do with the conflict of the surface in
its extended sense: the room. This level is no longer painting, but showing; construction of
meaning by arranging the relation between two or more paintings in the gallery space.
Video games
Video games brought a new way of seeing into the field of painting, or perhaps a re-new way
is a better description. They have given us a speed-lecture in simplification and creation of
illusion of space (well, it has been some 60 years now, but still, compared to the history of
painting and the evolution of seeing and realization, I’d say the evolution of videogames
have gone by fairly quickly).
Granted, the history of painting has been available to the creators of video-games – they too
have learned from the old masters – but they had to reinvent painting through forced
simplification and a very limited palette due to what was technologically possible, so even
when they knew how to do it classically, they had to come up with a much more scaled
down way of doing it. Super Mario for instance was given many of his distinctive features out
of simplification reasons.
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You could say video-games went through the reversal of the quest for the final painting:
starting with the most scaled down abstraction and moving towards realism. With
technological (hardware) advancement there was sure to follow an aesthetic progression. It
went through a beautiful pointillistic phase – although at this point I would rather call it
pixellistic – during which the level of detail increased, shadows on clothes and bodies
became technically possible to paint, and now it’s on the level of photorealism, having in
many cases abandoned the painting of earlier games, but it keeps evolving as a thing on its
own.
Digital painting
Throughout the history of painting – if you care for a moment to see it as I do – what until
now has only been the impossible dream of painting as non-object is suddenly possible.
Technology has reached a level where it allows us to get as close to the original vision as
possible. And it keeps evolving, at a steady, unbelievably high pace. Painting can finally be
what it has always wanted to be – a man-made production of an image. That is why I said
earlier on that it can finally begin.
David Hockney, to use a famous example of someone who has been working with digital
painting, has in my opinion missed the point with it. He uses it as a tool just as any other;
only this is conveniently smudge-free. It is not the novelty of digital painting as a trendy, fun
and high tech means, but its possibility of being an end – a way of painting as close to the
original idea or observation as possible. Painting that no longer has to be concerned with
producing an unnecessary object, which – due to specific physical features signifying its
uniqueness – will always be greater than its documentation, but rather a tech-metaphysical
existence of a painting. A painting that exists only as information; thus it is both itself and its
own documentation at the same time. This is what I call information painting
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(K)not related
If you paint because you want to be able to share your ideas with someone else through a
visual message, and that in itself is self-sufficient, non-dependent on an exclusive physicality,
you shouldn’t have reason to oppose what I’m saying. Most painters I know, naturally, as a
form of instantly initiated subconscious self defense mechanism, oppose it simply because it
threatens everything they think they are involved with. Painting is to this day helplessly
intertwined with its physicality. Perhaps one could make the following allegory: Painting was
once forcefully wed to Physicality; only this happened so long ago that history has blurred
the fact that the marital knot was initially tied by force and not love. But the world soon
forgot about the original lovelessness and they were considered an ordinary couple, much
like any other. Today, they are still widely and firmly believed to be happily married, which is
why any attempt to untie the knot is generally frowned upon.
Even with the digitalization of the medium, or perhaps better: the discipline, the basics for
making paintings will never die; if you work figuratively, it is still advisable to study a bit of
anatomy; developing a feeling for color is not something that suddenly doesn’t apply, just
because it goes digital; and you probably want to take a look at composition as well. Or you
could simply choose to refuse it all – that choice is just as hopelessly boring in digital painting
as it is in physical painting. It is still and always will be dependent on the hand of the artist,
the mouse – which if you’d prefer could be regarded as an oddly shaped brush – won’t
accomplish much without the hand to control it. The only change is that the physicality is
gone. Everything else – the stuff that really matter – is there.
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Perhaps the best known example – which is pretty dull in most aspects, but still worthy, as it
were, of a thought – would be money. Money has since long gone through the
metamorphosis from object to information, and has not lost its value because of it, and
people in general seem to have very little problem with that.
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Gallery owners and collectors who, for entirely separate reasons than painters, might
shudder at the very thought of painting as non-object can be somewhat reassured that
commerce may proceed still. The objects might fade, but trading value never will. They can
still go on, and we painters too, dealing in information instead of objects. Without the
painter: no painting – whether physical or not. To me, one way to get around losing all hopes
for making a living as an artist in times of fading significance of objects would be to make
certificates validating the authenticity of the information paintings, similar to how Sol Lewitt
seems to have gotten around unauthorized production of his instruction pieces.
Human
Finally, I would like to say that a painting has very little to do with its traces, its drips and
scratches and splashes and what have you. It seems to me a strange fixation with an idea
that we should somehow have to prove our involvement in the process of making a painting
by leaving traces of physical presence. Those are to me desperate attempts at clinging to
some form of proof of human error, which I don’t think needs to be displayed – at all – as
though the humanity of it somehow should prove that it is painting. The real human aspect
of painting is that we – humans – have the capacity and privilege to select and produce
images we think are meaningful and want others to see. That is strong evidence of a very
personal and unmistakably human connection. If a computer were to paint an image for me,
and say “this is what I think is beautiful and special, you should see this” – I might give up.
But I don’t think that is liable to ever happen. Cars may outrun us, computers outthink us,
but no thing can outfeel us; passionately we do what we do.