As of late I've been pleasantly surprised that galleries have pivoted away from Zombie Formalism and resurrected 1980s Neo-Expressionism in a more abstract manner. Think of a David Salle of today, which is exactly what Skarstedt Gallery had in mind with "Nice Weather," an exhibition ironically enough curated by Salle and featuring two of his works at both the Chelsea and Upper East Side locations. The exhibition title, "Nice Weather," is taken from a Frederick Seidel book of poetry. Seidel's somewhat dissonant poetry that questions the human condition and involves the poet's longing to leave this harsh reality and seek the ideal world recalls Mallarmé and a version of Dante's "Inferno" in reverse, moving from heaven to Earth.
The theme of "Nice Weather" can loosely be described as mostly two-dimensional art that bridges abstraction and figuration. In the 80s, when "painting was dead" Salle and a number of other artists, including Jean-Michel Basquiat and Eric Fischl, resurrected the figurative in oil painting from the chasm it was found in after Abstract Expressionism had reigned supreme.
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Notes on the Art World, Fashion, Fun, and Frivolity.
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Zombie Formalism Dies (Again) and Neo-Abstract/Figuration is Resurrected
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Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Let Them Eat Cake... and Paint Portraits: Elisabeth Vigée Le Brun Exhibition
Monday, February 22, 2016
Tripping on Tomaselli
I was in Chelsea this past weekend doing the usual gallery art crawl. The show that stood out to me for various reasons was "Fred Tomaselli: Early Work or How I Became a Painter" at James Cohan Gallery (533 W 26th St).
For those of you who are hearing the name Fred Tomaselli for the first time, let me quickly bring you up to speed. He was born in Santa Monica, California in 1956 and incorporates the hallucinogenic vestiges of the 60s counter-culture movement in his art. His paintings at first look abstract, swirls and tendrils of color typically on a smooth black surface, colorful stars floating in a far-away galaxy. Upon looking closer at the 'paintings,' one recognizes everyday items including Tylenol pills, marijuana leaves, and magazine clippings of birds, butterflies, and any other such creature or ingredient that has the power to fly high into the sky...
These chemical cocktails [embedded in the paintings] can no longer reach the brain through the bloodstream and must take a different route to altering perception. In my work, they travel to the brain through the eyes.
—Fred Tomaselli
The work becomes retinal and cerebral, demanding psychological engagement as to discern the materials, whilst providing intense visual stimulation.
The show at James Cohan is interesting as Tomaselli reveals his exploration and experimentation with other forms of media besides painting. After he graduated from Cal State Fullerton with a degree in painting and drawing, he suffered an artistic crisis. He turned to installation art and immersive environments, comprised of degraded materials and found objects. One such work forces the viewer to insert his/her head into a box with a hole in it that is affixed to the wall. Inside is nothing but blackness and twinkling stars. The viewer has the experience vis-a-vis a kinetic relationship with the object, making the inanimate object come to life. Another piece called "Current Theory" from 1984 is literally rows of Styrofoam cups, tethered to the ground by a foot-long piece of thread, with a large fan blowing them back and forth. The cups look as though they are trembling. choppy waves at sea.
Tomaselli eventually returned to his two-dimensional roots with his resin-based works using pharmaceuticals and marijuana leaves to form a sort of abstract figuration. His works are arresting (pun intended) and hallucinogenic.
The show is on view until March 19; do yourself a favor and see it and then, "Turn on, tune in, and drop out."
For those of you who are hearing the name Fred Tomaselli for the first time, let me quickly bring you up to speed. He was born in Santa Monica, California in 1956 and incorporates the hallucinogenic vestiges of the 60s counter-culture movement in his art. His paintings at first look abstract, swirls and tendrils of color typically on a smooth black surface, colorful stars floating in a far-away galaxy. Upon looking closer at the 'paintings,' one recognizes everyday items including Tylenol pills, marijuana leaves, and magazine clippings of birds, butterflies, and any other such creature or ingredient that has the power to fly high into the sky...
These chemical cocktails [embedded in the paintings] can no longer reach the brain through the bloodstream and must take a different route to altering perception. In my work, they travel to the brain through the eyes.
—Fred Tomaselli
The work becomes retinal and cerebral, demanding psychological engagement as to discern the materials, whilst providing intense visual stimulation.
The show at James Cohan is interesting as Tomaselli reveals his exploration and experimentation with other forms of media besides painting. After he graduated from Cal State Fullerton with a degree in painting and drawing, he suffered an artistic crisis. He turned to installation art and immersive environments, comprised of degraded materials and found objects. One such work forces the viewer to insert his/her head into a box with a hole in it that is affixed to the wall. Inside is nothing but blackness and twinkling stars. The viewer has the experience vis-a-vis a kinetic relationship with the object, making the inanimate object come to life. Another piece called "Current Theory" from 1984 is literally rows of Styrofoam cups, tethered to the ground by a foot-long piece of thread, with a large fan blowing them back and forth. The cups look as though they are trembling. choppy waves at sea.
Tomaselli eventually returned to his two-dimensional roots with his resin-based works using pharmaceuticals and marijuana leaves to form a sort of abstract figuration. His works are arresting (pun intended) and hallucinogenic.
The show is on view until March 19; do yourself a favor and see it and then, "Turn on, tune in, and drop out."
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Peter Fischli & David Weiss at the Guggenheim: A Playful Panacea for Work
Photo Courtesy of Cherise Klebanov |
Photo Courtesy of Cherise Klebanov (Title: Jacques Lacan at the Age of Two Recognizes His Image for the First Time in the Mirror) |
Photo Courtesy of Cherise Klebanov (Title: James Ensor on the Way to a Costume Ball) |
Photo Courtesy of Cherise Klebanov (Title: Fashion Show) |
Photos Courtesy of Cherise Klebanov |
Photos Courtesy of Cherise Klebanov |
Photo Courtesy of Cherise Klebanov (That's right; all 750 pieces of the table are painted polyurethane to create replicas of the original object) |
Labor, whimsy, process, frivolity, intellectualism, universalism, high art, low art, would be apt words to use for Peter Fischli and David Weiss: How to Work Better at the Guggenheim. The show runs until April 27, 2016 and should absolutely not be missed. Pay special attention to the fantastic videos, The Way Things Go (1987), where in a domino-like effect, balancing acts and chemical reactions reveal balletic precision of setting off a chain reaction of absurdity. Fischli and Weiss bring a healthy dose of youthfulness to their work by sweeping away the spiders of art history as well as turning pyromania into an art form.
The attendees were most interesting as well...
Photo Courtesy of Cherise Klebanov (Fischli and Weiss enthusiast in full regalia, wearing an animal print onesie) |
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Monday, February 8, 2016
Erotic Art Entry Part 7
Your parents probably encouraged you not to judge a book by its cover. But sometimes it's just so irresistibly tempting... Poor Olympia has been criticized, chastised, and debased by not only her appearance but who she was...
For more information on poor Olympia, Manet, Impressionism, or the like, please contact me at cherise@nu-garde.com
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Édouard Manet, Olympia, 1863, oil on canvas, Musée d'Orsay, Paris
For more information on poor Olympia, Manet, Impressionism, or the like, please contact me at cherise@nu-garde.com
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Édouard Manet, Olympia, 1863, oil on canvas, Musée d'Orsay, Paris
Photo Courtesy of WikiArt |
Originally
exhibited in the 1865 Paris Salon, this naked woman lying reclining on a bed is
being brought a bouquet of flowers by her black handmaiden. The public “oohed”
and “poo-pooed” at this painting, due to the shock of seeing a naked prostitute
with a confrontational gaze. The clues to detect her nefarious status include
the flower in her hair as well as the black choker. Never before had a woman of
Olympia’s standing (or rather laying), a courtesan, been seen loud and brashly
proud in her birthday garment. Painted in a modern fashion with broad, rough
brushstrokes Olympia’s body is not that of a Venus or a rotund goddess. She is
muscular, lean, and even a bit androgynous. She is laying buck naked, which is
a departure from the nudes that
existed before her. Nudes typically were goddesses who came out of clam shells
or floated atop the crest of a wave, seemingly suspended by gravity. Nudes were
astral, celestial, and other worldly. Most importantly, they did not have pubic
hair. Before the advent of laser hair removal and waxing, women bore the 70s
genital fro. Our little Olympia is hiding her genitals, alluding to the fact
she is indeed a real woman. Manet outlines Olympia’s body with a thick black
line that defies the idea of chiaroscuro, or illusionistic shadowing.
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