Archives for June 2009

Shepard Fairey elected a president. For his next act, he’s focusing on the joys of dog hair on your couch and drool on your collar. Via Andrew Schneider Investigates. More here.

Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s salute to the species here. Below, the ending, because I quoted from it in the headline.

The dog trots freely in the street
and has his own dog's life to live
and to think about
and to reflect upon
touching and tasting and testing everything
investigating everything
without benefit of perjury
a real realist
with a real tale to tell
and a real tail to tell it with
a real live
	   barking
		  democratic dog
engaged in real
		free enterprise
with something to say
		         about ontology
something to say
		about reality
			        and how to see it
					      and how to hear it
with his head cocked sideways
			        at streetcorners
as if he is just about to have
			  his picture taken
				              for Victor Records
		         listening for
				His Master's Voice
	and looking
		       like a living questionmark
				       into the
			               great gramophone
			           of puzzling existence
           with its wondrous hollow horn
	      which always seems
               just about to spout forth
			         some Victorious answer
				     to everything.

The Virgin of Guadalupe lives in a mega church and also on flesh, walls, T-shirts, fenders, jewelry, key chains, postcards and sculptural replicas. Because I spent a good portion of my childhood in Southern California, I love this figure for where she’s been, for her experience, not her purity.

Via.

First post here.

Young artists aren’t hot to attend museums? (Some of the young, some of the museums.)

At least they don’t want to burn them down. Oft-told tale told again in the New York Times:

After other leads fizzled, attention turned to Picasso and Apollinaire and their gang of young, avant-garde poets and artists. This group, sometimes called la bande de Picasso, was famous for its seething dislike of the kind of stale museum art that the Louvre represented. Apollinaire had signed a manifesto that threatened to “burn down the Louvre.”

From Tyler Green:

In museums throughout America’s circa-1965 industrial heartland, Gilliams hang next to Frankenthalers hang next to Nolands. They all look a bit dated, like an end rather than a beginning.

This from an art blogger who celebrates the Western kitsch of Frederick Remington. The fault, dear blogger, lies not in our stars that we are underlings.

Gilliam:

Frankenthaler:

Noland:

Oh, the horror. Judith H. Dobrzynski on her AJ blog, Real Clear Arts, lamented the following:  Who’s Looking at Paintings? Not, Apparently, Even Art Students.

Dobrznyski:

This
entry is about art students who won’t go to art museums. Apparently,
some students today think that viewing art online is good enough or
better. That’s what I discovered reading a blog item by Laurie
Fendrich, a painter who lives and works in New York and is a professor
of fine arts at Hofstra University.

Dobrznski didn’t link to the Fendrich story; here it is. (Fendrich doesn’t appear to link to her sources either.)

Fendrich:

Yesterday a colleague who teaches painting emailed me that it’s hard
for him to get his students to go to a museum to look at a work of art.
They just can’t see the point. Why schlep into New York to go to a
museum to see a painting, especially since, as often as not, the
hyper-bright, clean crisp image of it that’s posted on the museum’s Web
site makes the real thing look limp and lame by comparison?

They’re
both missing a salient point understood by the students. A lot of art
today is about the replication of imagery. Its aura, in the Walter Benjamin sense, is not lost in mechanical reproduction. It exists because of mechanical reproduction.

Michael Kimmelman learned this when he asked Cindy Sherman to visit the Met with him in 1996, as part of a NYT portrait series he turned into a book.
She told him she rarely went to the Met. She was in fact surprised that
paintings have a different kind of life in person than they do in
catalogs, where she’s used to seeing them. She claimed not to have
previously noticed this elementary (Watson) fact. She didn’t notice
because she doesn’t need it. That’s not what her work is about.

Sherman To Kimmelman on the history of her medium (art historians, avert your eyes):

I’m illiterate in the historical, classic knowledge of photography, the
stuff teachers attempted to bore into my head, which I resisted. The
way I’ve always tried to cull information from older art and put it
into my work is that I view it all anonymously, on a visceral level.
Lately I’ve been looking at a lot of images from Surrealism and Dada,
but I never remember which ones are the Man Rays, say, because I’m just
looking for what interests me.

Some
artists don’t go to museums until their own work is there, and some,
like Sherman, tend not to go even then. This is neither shocking nor
cause for hand-wringing.

Bruce Barcott on a disgraceful name enshrined in honor at the Seattle Art Museum, in City Arts Seattle:

My daughter and I were strolling through the Seattle Art Museum
recently, enjoying the treasures in the museum’s still-feels-new
expansion wing, when I turned a corner and saw these words: “Kerry
& Linda Killinger Gallery.”

I stood there, gobsmacked.

The Killinger Gallery: I’d never noticed it before. Donor names on
gallery walls and theatre seats are so ubiquitous that they rarely
register. But this one popped up as if lit up in Dan Flavin neon. Here
was Seattle’s culpability in the global economic crisis laid bare. Here
was our shame displayed.

Susan Robb: Her Warmth, Giant Black Toobs is in Houston. The able Douglas Britt has the story, here.

From Blade Diary via Eyeteeth: What to do with abandoned newspaper boxes:

Finally, Ellsworth Kelly (the dress) from Greg.org and Ellsworth Kelly (the interview) from Kenneth Baker. Ellsworth Kelly now, Ellsworth Kelly forever.

In spite of the expansionist frontiers of American consciousness, there are always artists who’d rather dig into a small space than dominate a large one.

EJ Hauser:

Ben Beres (detail):

Also, why stay afloat? The allures of going under, below.

Sarah Sze:

SuttonBeresCuller: