January 30, 2009

The Future Imaginary at Otis' Ben Maltz Gallery

To paraphrase Ralph Nader's father,
"The tree of capitalism will thrive because socialism will always jump in to fix its woes."
The above found object (in addition to others)--along with artworks inspired by The Imaginary 20th Century, a DVD-ROM by Norman Klein, Margo Bistis, and Andreas Kratky are now on view at Oits' Ben Maltz Gallery. Like our own recent turn-of-the-millennium, there was a lot of imagining forward that took place a hundred years ago. Like our own unfunded mandate for NASA to put a man on Mars, to the more nebulous, "Yes We Can," the early 20th century was rife with potential that was soon to be smacked down by the War to End All Wars.

Ironically, Klein again latches on to the DVD-ROM--as he did in Bleeding Through: Layers of Los Angeles, 1920-1986, capitalizing on a technology that very soon will go the way of IBM punch cards: the most recent iteration of Mac notebooks no longer come with optical drives. In the current work we get a narrative of four suitors courting a fictional Carrie, with found images and music of "la belle époque" put in service of the story line.

Otis' Meg Linton--along with Tom Leeser, from CalArts Center for Integrated Media--have cobbled together a group of artists to riff on this imagined future. Much like past Linton efforts (I'm thinking of the Island of Misfit Toys and Live Green) there are buttons to push and knobs to turn. On top of this we have the gloss of civic (or national) boosterism that coats the history of biennials, triennials, world fairs, and pan-whatever exhibitions. Because the raw materials are so similar, in the end we wind up with objects that could have come from Mr. Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder.

This is not necessarily a bad thing. If you're like me and lament the loss of Eames' Mathematica, or remember Tomorrowland's Monsanto House of the Future and Carousel of Progress, there's a great big beautiful tomorrow, and a historical version has been imagined at Otis.

The Future Imaginary runs through March 28 at Otis' Ben Maltz Gallery.

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January 28, 2009

Art|LA

Through the magic of Blogger's post options, the past couple weeks of postings were mostly done in advance and set to go 'live' every couple of days. So while I've been diligently posting in cyberspace, my corporeal self has been in bed with the flu. This past weekend I did venture out to Barker Hanger in Santa Monica to witness the latest iteration of Art|LA.

As far as art fairs go, Art|LA does a good job of keeping it to a manageable size, and mixing local spaces (where one can discover unfamiliar artists) and far-away galleries (where one can discover unfamiliar places). The galleries themselves created a good mix of single artist installations, like Peres Projects and LA Louver, and multi-artist shows.

A couple worth mentioning include UCLA grad David Korty at Michael Kohn Gallery. As the three works above show, Korty watercolors up-to-date reinterpretations of the Bauhaus style: instead of the art school hallways of the Weimar Republic, we're shown malls, food courts, and airport lounges.

Another standout was the single-artist installation of Swiss artist Marianne Mueller at Gallerie Catherine Bastide, above and below.

As my health returns and I start firing on all four brain cells, I promise to offer a little more in the way of articulation.

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January 23, 2009

Canyon De Chelly Kiva Proof Sheet

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January 21, 2009

Amy Bennett at Richard Heller Gallery


Amy Bennett's On Dry Land, 2008
18X14 Oil on Panel
Alfred Hitchcock was never one to shy away from using miniature sets for establishing shots or dramatic impact. In the opening sequence of The Lady Vanishes, a toy train pulls into an Alpine village; Rodger O. Thornhill (Cary Grant in North by Northwest) escapes from the UN Building in an impossible overhead shot. These bits of Kabuki-like set design are not made to fool anybody; instead they function as a short-hand signifier of the dramatic moment, or hint at the subterfuge that will unfold in the second act. Likewise, Amy Bennett's paintings place figures and foliage in front of a backdrop painted sky. These landscapes are not designed to fool the eye, but to trigger cinematic cues of an implied story.

Bennett's Vacationland, 2008
22X48 Oil on Panel
Upon entering Richard Heller Gallery, Amy Bennett’s intimate paintings on seem to occupy a space between old glossy photographs and illustrations for a holiday brochure from a bygone era. Dusty rose cabins nestle between stands of pines and the placid waters of a reflective lake, while turquoise suited bathers frolic at the shore. But like a Hollywood movie with an establishing shot of an idealized setting, a disquiet bubbles under the surface. Are the campers airing out a rain-soaked tarp, or signaling for help? Are the vacationers playfully tossing a comrade in the water or retrieving a drowning victim? Like Alfred Hitchcock’s use of miniature sets for establishing shots, Bennett ably crafts models of cinematic ambiguity into paintings that teeter between the ideal and a sense of unease.

Bennett's Paula, 2008
18X18 Oil on Panel
In addition to the dozen paintings on display, Bennett also includes a yet-to-be-titled miniature set that are usually constructed, lighted, then rendered in oils. On view at Richard Heller Gallery, at Bergamot Station, through Valentine's Day.

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January 19, 2009

To Illustrate and Multiply at MOCA Pacific Design Center

Michael Asher's Andy Warhol
Like watching porn videos as a substitute for sex, one can visit MOCA's website to watch videos of someone else leafing through artists' books. Or one can visit MOCA at the Pacific Design Center (through March 1) and look longingly at vitrines filled with artist-made books. The idea behind the exhibition is to show how different artists use sequencing--something inherent in time-based media--in the construction of their art-cum-books.

As a philosopher once observed, life could be the continuum of experiences we think we have, or it could be seen as a series of spacio-temporal time slices, connected only by their proximity, offering the illusion of continuity, like the Francis Alÿs flip book on display.

To be fair, there is a small table with a selection of books available for leafing through with one's greasy paws, but there is an intractable problem when exhibiting art that the museum (or lenders) hold precious and dear, and at the same time is an object conceived and designed to be handled.

Larry Bell and Guy deCointet

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January 17, 2009

Judith Hoffberg: 1934 - 2009

Judith Hoffberg passed away peacefully on January 16, 2009
Born May 19, 1934, Judith Hoffberg was a librarian, archivist, lecturer, a curator and art writer, and editor and publisher of Umbrella, a newsletter on artist's books, mail art, and Fluxus art. She received an M.A. in Italian Language and Literature in 1960 and an M.L.S. from the UCLA School of Library Service in June 1964.

I last saw Judith this past Saturday at Hariet Zeitlin's opening at Track 16, still seeing shows, even though she was in a wheelchair. Her last editorial for Umbrella is excerpted below. There is also a great reminiscence by Judith on the Getty Villa and her days in Italy at ArtScene's website. She will be missed by many.

One would not have imagined a disease chasing me down the end of the road, but it happened in August, diagnosed in September, analyses were done by experts, and I came home on the first of October to hospice at my home. To say that I was in a state of shock would be a euphemism. It all came too fast.

As soon as I walked into the house, my life completely changed. I was no longer a writer, editor, publisher, traveler, choc-o-holic, insomniac; I was a cancer patient. I have acute myeloid leukemia. And in the interim between October 1st and as I write this, I have been organizing my archives, throwing things away I never would have otherwise, and preparing myself for the last journey. This is the most difficult editorial I’ve ever written to you, and it will be my last.

In the past, you have learned about alternative spaces all over the world, itineraries of trips that I have taken that have led me to exotic and creative places. You never bargained about learning about Fluxus, mail art and archives, video art, sound art, performance art, rubber stamps, and so much more that was fecund in those early years.

The whole field of artist books became my life and I wanted to share it with all of you. Although marginal at the beginning, it has grown into a movement, a new chapter in art history, one which is recognized by art historians, artists, and all of you. It has become almost too much now, with so many conferences, book fairs, and symposia to attend. And as usual, it has spread globally.

Obsessed with umbrellas and parasols, it allowed me to create a huge collection of “umbrelliana” which has overwhelmed both my domestic and storage settings. I learned more about textiles, fashion, kitsch, marketing, performance art, multicultural innovations with the object umbrella, encountering artists who used the image to intrigue me as well as to whet my appetite. It has been an easy image to collect in paper ephemera as well as almost 200 three-dimensional umbrella objects. From a tiny Chinese lace umbrella to a 19th century silk parasol, from 333 antiquarian books to countless artifacts, the collection has grown over the past 30 years.

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Visiting Painter Byron Kim

Byron Kim's Threshold
Due to the ongoing conversation here on queer abstraction, I thought it might be illuminating to truck on out to Byron Kim's presentation as part of his Herb Alpert award at CalArts. “What does it mean for an artist of color to be making abstract paintings in the 21st century?” is the rhetorical question in his bio-blurb, and I was hoping for some relevance for a different type of outlier artist (queer) to be using a fairly standard modernist trope (abstraction).

The reputation for visiting artists at CalArts being torn to pieces probably induces some stress, and one strategy seems to be telling amusing tangential anecdotes to keep the the assembled rabble mildly amused. I'll refer to this as the jester strategy, which I've seen work to varying degrees.

Some anecdotes include the fact that this week's Sunday Painting (a weekly painting project he's been engaged in since 2001) didn't get made until Thursday. He said he's only missed five, presumably because he got all the way to the following Sunday before setting his brush on the canvas. In some ways it seems like a more personal version of On Kawara's project. Besides his flesh paintings--made famous by their inclusion in the 1993 Whitney Biennial--he's also made details and re-presentations of works by other artists, including Delacroix, David, Van Gogh, Morandi, Hopper, and Robert Irwin. His anecdote about the Robert Irwin was about his mistake in converting 153cm listed in the reproduction he was using as a source to 48 inches (correct answer is 60) so his "life-sized" reproduction is 20% smaller than the real thing.

Kim's told the story of applying for a copyist permit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art where he painted the corner of a David painting of the chemist Lavoisier and his wife, who was a student of David's (her drawing portfolio can be seen in the painting's left). The lower left corner Kim painted included the gossamer tulle of her dress, the satin toe of her slipper peeking out, and what Kim called, "a huge beef tongue of red velvet," lasciviously lurching out to her toe. David had a thing for the woman, and through his machinations managed to get Lavoisier guillotined, then chased after the widow until she was forced to move to England. In the end, Kim said it was his "relational piece," (interacting with the guards and tourists) but exhibited the copy at P.S.1's "Not For Sale" show along with the easel.

A question that arose for me was, "Why paint?" Most painters consider the question incredibly snarky, as if it an unquestionable given, but for Kim's practice it seems like a worthwhile avenue to consider. When thinking about 'Synecdoche,' I couldn't help but think of the TV commercial of the guy who brings a stuffed dinosaur into the hardware store, ostensibly to match the color to paint his child's room. Similar color matching can be done with Photoshop if one wants to produce rectangles of flesh tone. More on that later.

The other issue I wanted to bring up was around his use of reproductions as a starting point for his own artistic practice. The details he modeled of 'The Church at Auvers' by Van Gogh were made from a faded reproduction that hung in his family's home. The anecdote he told around his work 'Delacroix's Shadow,' was of how the artist had hired a cab to take him to the Louvre so he could look at how earlier artists had rendered shadows. The apocryphal story says that when Delacroix stepped outside, he saw the shadow under the hired cab. It was enough information, so he paid the driver and then went back inside to finish his painting. In Kim's riff, he suspends a band of taxi cab yellow a few inches away from the wall so that the grey rectangle beneath is divided horizontally into a darker band in the shadow of the protrusion, and a lighter grey band exposed to the full light of the exhibition space. These starting points seem to downplay the actual artwork as inspiration and source, as if to say the reproduction and a little story are all that's necessary. Likewise it seems that Kim's explanation of the clever bit and the projected jpeg is enough--maybe even more than I could get from standing in front of his work in a white cube.

At the end, he brought up Ad Reinhardt tautology, "Art-as-art is nothing but art," as an example of how the New York School sucked the personal out of their huge abstract canvases. In some ways his own project is a way to subvert that position. For my personal take, we've already had Pop, Feminism, Minimalism, and about 300 other art movements that have responded to and subverted AbEx's claims. So nearly a half century later, subverting a Franz Klein seems more about inserting yourself into art history's continuum than any kind of subversive act.

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Back to the question of painting (which I have nothing against). I've come to the idea that painting is process-friendly practice. Especially for something like oil paint; you can keep building up layers, or scrape the whole thing off and start over. You don't have to be Zeus, with a fully formed Minerva springing from your head. For other media like performance, film, video, photography, you really need to have more of a sense of what you're doing before you start the work. A painter has the possibility of pushing paint around, seeing something that looks like a bat, then deciding to paint a picture of a bat. The photographer would probably head out with a synch strobe and some spelunking gear to get the same results. Because there's the possibility for some thought going in, there is the potential of articulated ideas existing before the object. For a painter, the potential for something to emerge organically sets up a different set of circumstances. This isn't to deny the possibility for other modes of production (like videotaping willy nilly, without an idea, or a meticulously planned and executed painting) but instead to propose that some media are more friendly to certain modes of production.

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January 15, 2009

Queer Body Scans










Toes, Fist-in-Knee, Asshole, Tit-Shoulder, Butt, Dick, Soles, Small-of-Back, Crumpled Feet (respectively)

Having been taught by the likes of Sister Regina and Sister Pancratious at St. John Baptist de la Salle, the non-secular creeps into my work form time to time. My use of the Saligia in a previous post had more to do with an interest in the motivations for actions (via the Vatican's taxonomy) rather than the cultural construction of sin.

I like the idea of some sort of collaboration between Nicholas' park images and my scans. What I find interesting from reading his post is that our 19th century associations with Elysian Park are so different. More on that later.

The setting is bucolic and at the same time, the name conjures up something mythic. Park activities aside, one can feel far away from the city, then turn a corner to see downtown's cluster of skyscrapers rising over the crest of a hill. Views from the park show evidence of the city's idealism being crushed by the same boosters who named the streets Hope and Grand. Having grown up in LA and familiar with its history, I can look down from Buena Vista Point to the rail yards, concrete flood channel, and tangle of freeways that was a proposed park designed by the Olmstead brothers running the length of the Los Angeles River. From Point Grand View I can look down on Dodger Stadium to where a Richard Neutra designed low-income housing project was supposed to be built. The park has many other insults and scars, The Police Academy and the cuts and tunnels made for the Arroyo Seco Parkway to name two.

But back to Nicholas' idea of the greenwood:
In Shakespeare and before, the greenwood is nature that's Other; it's permeable but it follows its own rules. It's off the grid, so to speak. It's everything that's not cultivated/man-made.
The cultural idea of the greenwood has been around esp. in Victorian poetry ever since, and now has a tinge of nostalgia to it as a kind of lost place--a kind of Utopian place never really reachable.
Since part of the park was planted as an arboretum in the Victorian Era, it seems almost necessary for one's mind to wander back to the 19th century. For me personally (probably more due to its urban proximity) it seems to conjure up rutting grounds for the flâneur. This makes me think more specifically of the artist-flâneur, a sort of decadent participant-observer. Quoting Baudelaire:
The artist flâneur is both an idler and a passionate observer. The perfect idler and passionate observer finds immense enjoyment from dwelling in the throng, in the ebb and flow, the bustle, the fleeting and the infinite.
So, rather than (or in addition to) queering the greenwood via Edward Carpenter, I'm looking to John Rechy's Griffith Park or Edmund White's flâneur.

While we were image taking, Nicholas photographed me scanning. Perhaps it could be captioned by a Susan Sontag quote from On Photography:
The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker reconnoitering, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world 'picturesque.'

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January 13, 2009

Kaz Oshiro at Rosamund Felsen Gallery

Kaz Oshiro's Trash Bin #15 (cigarette burns), 2008
Acrylic on stretched canvas (left)
Trash Bin #14 (coffee rings), 2008
Acrylic on stretched canvas (right)
There is a frustrating push-pull in Kaz Oshiro's work: the desire to fiddle with he knobs, look inside the washing machine, or deposit some trash. At the same time, the gallery or museum setting admonishes us not to touch. As a reward for our good manners, Oshiro has placed his paintings-cum-sculpture far enough away from the gallery wall, allowing us to 'peer behind the curtain' and share his secret. These are no ordinary Marshall amps or Ikea cabinets. Through an accomplished handling of stretcher bars, canvas, and bits of Bondo, Oshiro has transubstantiated his art supplies into the simulacra of consumer goods.

Kaz Oshiro's Trash Bin #14 (coffee rings), 2008
Acrylic on stretched canvas (detail)
His has been a formula that has worked well, propelling his work from the studios of Cal State Los Angeles to the museums and galleries of several continents. This is no easy feat in a world filled with thousands of art school grads competing to turn art supplies into consumer goods.

Kaz Oshiro's Trash Bin #14 (coffee rings), 2008
Acrylic on stretched canvas (detail from rear)
Eventually, newly and consistently successful artists face an (enviable) dilemma: when you've hit upon a clever idea, do you keep producing the same body of work--like a one-person sweatshop--until the market is sated, or do you venture away form the safe into uncharted territory? In his current show, False Gestures at Rosamund Felsen Gallery, Mr. Oshiro has revealed himself as somewhat of a xenophile.

Kaz Oshiro's Untitled Painting (metallic blue duct tape) 2., 2008
Acrylic on stretched canvas
The show includes work in both the familiar and his new approach, allowing viewers the opportunity to view the work in dialog, seeing which old tricks are brought to the new dog. In some ways I'm reminded of Buster Keaton. Films like Steamboat Bill Jr. and Safety Last--filmed long before the invention of CGI--effects had to be pulled off in real time with precise planning and attention to detail, and for the proper comedic effect, they had to appear seamless. So when the façade of a house falls on Keaton--and he's standing perfectly in line with the second story window--he can appear nonplussed.

Kaz Oshiro's Untitled Corner Piece (Turquoise), 2008
Acrylic on stretched canvas (above)
Zero Case (duct tape and residue), 2008
Acrylic and Bondo on stretched canvas (below)
In a similar way we're presented with the mundane--in both his materials and the objects re-presented, and then by Oshiro's skill at fooling the eye. This is not Baudrillard's simulacra we're dealing with, but an obfuscation by amazing detail. In similar ways Duane Hanson had set out to represent the working class of his world: his subjects were the museum's janitors, guards and preparators. He sculpted junkies, WalMart shoppers, and fatigued tourists. But his class message was lost once the trick was revealed, at which point the looking at art became all about checking out the pores.

Kaz Oshiro's Zero Case (duct tape and residue), 2008
Acrylic and Bondo on stretched canvas (detail)
But in Oshiro's newer work, he subverts his own trick: his paintings as sculpture are placed on the wall, making it impossible to see the stapled raw canvas and stretcher bars. The viewer is then left to read his paintings as paintings. One piece appears to be an orange wedge-shaped shelf, as if it were left over from a Haim Steinbach show. Other works are flat rectangles of solid color, distressed with bits of faux dust and fingerprints, or lengths of faux duct and packing tape.

Kaz Oshiro's Untitled Shelf (orange)., 2008
Acrylic on stretched canvas (left)
Untitled Painting (dust) 2., 2008
Acrylic on stretched canvas (right)
Looking back across the room at the older work, it is now possible to read the faux tape and dust on the Zero Cases in purely formal ways--like constructivist graphics rendered in Home Depot materials. Oshiro's coffee rings and cigarette burns in Formica can be seen as a part of the artist's formal language--like abstract drips without the expressionism.

Kaz Oshiro's Untitled Painting (dust) 2., 2008
Acrylic on stretched canvas
Kaz Oshiro's False Gestures is at Rosamund Felsen Gallery in Bergamont Station through January 31, 2009.

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January 11, 2009

Elysian Park Saligia


Envy (Invidia)


Gluttony (Gula)


Wrath (Ira)


Greed (Avaritia)


Sloth (Acedia)


Lust (Luxuria)


Pride (Superbia)
Part of my on-going investigations of queer abstraction; images made in Elysian Park.


After reading and commenting on Nicholas' post on Phenomenology and the Body, I thought I'd type a few words here on mutable spaces. Back in the old days, when people lived in tenement housing, the city's public spaces functioned as a kind of living room: it afforded the privacy that crowded housing did not, and also offered an aesthetic space for courting. The city's parks offered different use functions at different times and in different eras. A shaded lawn could be a picnic place, a sports field, or a cruising zone, depending on the weather and time of day.

For closeted types or the generally horny, parks again function as a space for a type of courting, one that is consummated immediately, on the spot. The bucolic atmosphere moves one's thoughts away from urban life and the social conventions that are inextricably tied to it. Over the years I've crossed paths with deer, coyotes, raccoons, skunks, opossums and the like. For the most part, the men--like the animals--are foraging and rutting about wordlessly. When encountering a wild animal, most will move away, avoiding any form of confrontation. Likewise the cruiser crossing paths with a breeder couple or jogger: they will move away, deeper into the bush.

Sexual encounters will take place in cave-like arboreal enclaves, identifiable by their litter of paper napkins and used condoms. These become the territorial markings, like the piss of the male mammals that share the space. Deterritorialization occurs between the men of different ethnicities and socio-economic classes. Since language is kept to a minimum, recent immigrants from Asia and Latin America can easily hook up with native-born monolinguals, and vice-versa. The men are on foot, and flashy symbols of wealth that may invite muggings are left behind. Clothing is functional: dark colors to blend with the cover of darkness, boots or sneakers to negotiate the muddy hillsides, and jeans that can take a little dirt ground into the knees.

Each man is inside their own head, channeling their primitive state: being cognizant of their surroundings, lusting, coveting, projecting fantasies onto the surrounding bodies, taking (or being taken).

In the times the government is flush with cash and elected officials channel their repressed homosexuality into moral outrage, undercover vice are sent in to entrap these men. by signaling back in kind, police are able to lure these men into private locations and situations where they will expose themselves, and thereby be arrested. Counter measures of resistance are available to the cruisers. Some sites have 'watch queens,' regulars who will point out undercover police to the other players. Some men will wait for the other guy to show themselves first, or attempt to kiss their prospective partner, a non-prosecutable offence. Others make sure that their prey is alone, and not keeping in periodic eye contact with another cruiser (because undercover vice never work alone). In the summertime, cruisers can be checked for a string around their neck (which holds a police badge under their T-shirt) or the outline of handcuffs in a pocket.

For the most part, these areas and men are left to fend for themselves, without government intervention. Cash-strapped municipalities and socially liberal elected officials will do that. Unlike the urban areas that surround the park, they tend to be self-regulating and rarely elicit complaints from the non-players.

Since I mentioned place as well as the body as a starting point (to move away from) with queer abstraction, I thought this would be a good segue for Nicholas to expound a bit about Eduard Carpenter.

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January 10, 2009

CalArts Visiting Artists for Spring 2009


Ian James, Christina Ondrus, and Elleni Sclavenitis have done a bang-up job putting together the visiting artist program this year. Presentations are normally on Thursday evenings at 7:00 pm in room F200 unless noted. This usually means that one of the coordinators will read cv hilights around 7:10, followed by a presntation, followed by uncomfortable silence, followed by questions until there a general uncomfortable feeling in the room, whereby the coordinator thanks the artist, and the students applaud either the artist, the fact that it's over, or their own ability to critique. Folks then shuffle upstairs to drink beer at the various openings taking place that night. If art galleries were butcher shops, this is a trip to the back room to witness the saussage being made.

*The Paul Brach Visiting Artist Lecture Series: Spring 2009*
California Institute of the Arts
(note: all lectures begin @ 7pm in F200, unless otherwise noted, and of
course, schedule subject to change)

1/13 Michelle Dizon
1/15 Byron Kim
1/21 Andrea Fraser
1/22 Michael Ned Holte
1/27 Rodney McMillian
1/29 Alain Badiou

2/5 Fritz Haeg
2/10 Hans Haacke in conversation with Norman Klein & Stephanie Barron
(presented @ REDCAT w/ Aesthetics & Politics)
2/19 Via Lewandowsky
2/26 Henry Jones & Ray Boudreaux of the San Francisco 8

3/5 David Hullfish Bailey
3/19 Coco Fusco

4/2 William E. Jones
4/9 Walead Beshty
4/23 Ruben Ochoa

5/7 Stuart Hawkins

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January 9, 2009

Nicholas Grider at Sea and Space Explorations

Nicholas Grider's Opening (via camera phone)
This past Saturday was the opening for Nicholas Grider's solo show--Artifice and Sacrifice--at Sea and Space Explorations. For those unfamiliar with Grider's project, the left wall of the gallery sets out a bit of context. There's a hand-written anecdote from his experiences at Ft. Irwin along with the re-presentation of (presumably) an army manual that translates the command, "Stop or I'll shoot," into multiple languages.

On several occasions Grider participated in military exercises at the Army's National Training Center (NTC) at Fort Irwin. The Rhode Island-sized base houses Wasl, a "fake" Iraq village, cobbled together from cinder block, shipping containers, and junkyard cars. More fake authenticity is sprinkled over the complex in the form of casualty dummies, amputee actors, and Grider in the role of an embedded journalist.

The surrealness of the work makes them surprisingly not gory. Perhaps their strangeness comes partly from the dearth of real images of the current wars' casualties. The dress rehearsal quality makes them impossible to place along a conventional Baudrillardian continuum from event to representation. Instead, they conjure Marx' dictum that history repeats itself as a farce, turned on its head: our present war seems to be preceded by farce as well.


Nicholas Grider's exhibition, Artifice and Sacrifice is on display through January 31, 2009 at Sea and Space Explorations, located in Highland Park.

More images and stories of Grider's NTC embed can be found at his blog News From Fake Iraq.

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January 7, 2009

From The Rothko Chapel to The Epithelial Crypt

Click on the image for the high-res view.

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January 5, 2009

Wilmington Brimstone

In a follow up to yesterday's post on Darren Almond at David Patton Los Angeles, I thought I'd post some photos I took today of the other end of the supply chain. These photos where taken a few miles from my home in a part of town know as "Third World." The area has been home to chop shops for stolen cars, breeders of roosters for cock fighting, prostitution, and a large homeless drug addict encampment. Until recently it was one of the few urban areas not hooked into the city's sewer system. When I was doing outreach in the early 90's, the folks who lived out there had sores on their hands and faces from the dust blowing off the sulfur piles.

Since the building of the Alameda Corridor, some of the area has been cleaned up, though the streets are still unpaved dirt (or today, mud). Recent gentrifications include a strip club on Anaheim.

Click on the link above to read my post about Darren Almond's video on one source for the sulfur in Indonesia, or better yet, visit David Patton in Chinatown before the show closes on Saturday.

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Darren Almond at David Patton Gallery

The news media bring us the results of globalization's economic force pushing people, products, and productivity like so much economic flotsam. Statistics transform Mother Earth into Market Price--as hydrocarbon-rich dinosaur sludge becomes the fluctuating rate for a barrel of Sweet Texas Crude. In the art world, seldom is revealed the personal among the protean mess. Witness Sebastiao Salgado's Serra Pelada turning masses of humanity into an undulating muddy mass, or Andreas Gursky's consumer-industrial-complex-as-pattern.


Still from Darren Almond's Bearing, 2007
Single Channel HD Video, 35 min.
One can enter the loop of Darren Almond's 35 minute video 'Bearing' at any point; the viewer is bearing witness to a Sisyphean task. In the caldera of an Indonesian volcano, workers lay sections of pipe to channel the sulfur-laden steam venting from cracks in the earth. In one scene they 'seed' the plume to form precipitate, creating a hiss as sulfuric acid is made. People enter and disappear into the clouds, chipping away at the bright yellow rocks.


Almond's Bearing, 2007
For the extended middle section of the video, Almond straps his HD cam to the body of an Indonesian sulfur porter, hauling close to 80 kilos up to the rim (in addition to the camera). The shot is tight on his face, and the porter breathes heavily through a wet rag clenched between his teeth, re-purposed as a makeshift filter. Over his shoulder, the viewer catches glimpses of the caldera's turquoise lake, bright chunks of yellow sulfur, and a sublime view made insignificant by the torture of the task. One can hear (but not see) other porters as they endlessly make their way up and down the slope of the mountain.


Almond's Bearing, 2007
The long shot of the porter's hike (as is the entire video) is shown without voice over or commentary. The viewer's personal politics and sympathies are allowed free association. The gray in the porter's sideburns may invoke the eventual decrepitude that will bring his task to an end. Neo-liberalism points to the eventual uses of the porter's labor--plus raw materials--as sulfur is used in the refining of everything from the aforementioned oil to white table sugar. I shall leave it to religious and otherwise superstitious folk to make their own associations between the Old Testament's term for the element--brimstone--and Almond's video.


Almond's Bearing, 2007
Darren Almond's exhibition, Nail to Nail has been extended through January 10, 2009. David Patton Los Angeles is located in Chinatown.

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