Miami Vice—and Some New Virtue

Art Basel Miami Beach has closed its 2014 edition. The reports were again positive—no surprises there. This fair offers an opportunity for galleries to display more conservative stock to an audience less geared to challenging work than those in Basel proper might be; the crowd was certainly not what one might call “cosmopolitan”. Art Basel Miami beach is traditionally seen as the glitzy, snowbird relative of Basel proper (“We’re in the weirdest city in the world,” one European gallerist was heard to remark during the VIP opening), with attendees in significant part accounted for by East-Coasters flying South for the winter, their leisure time and money conspicuous under the glare of the Miami sun. Signs of change are in the air, however, for Miami’s reputation.

But first—the sales. American galleries expect to make a killing at this fair, and all signs show that they did. Upbeat reps at Simon Lee reported excellent sales of paintings by Merlin Carpenter, having sold five pieces brought to the fair and a further ten from London. Melanie Baker also sold well in an edition of Basel Miami which the gallery felt “surpassed expectations,” dispatching works they had—and had not—expected to sell. Jack Shainman of the eponymous New York gallery was pleased, too, having “sold more than half of our stand in the first few hours”.

The expats were not disappointed, either. Thaddaeus Ropac might as well have been describing Olympic sprinters when he said, “The American collectors showed strengths almost unseen before—they were very focused and very determined, exhibiting fast decision-making and a curious and positive mindset.” According to Art Market Monitor, they sold a 2013 Georg Baselitz bronze entitled “Louise Fuller” to an American collector for $2 million. Galerie Urs Meile sold a recent installment of the ongoing photographic series “Narrative by a Pile of Clay” by young artist Hu Qingyan on the first day, as well as a large 2014 painting by Wang Xingwei, “Untitled (Pan Changjiang)”, early on in the fair. Three works by Li Gang were also sold to separate collectors. Long March Space made good use of the current solo exhibition by represented artist Wang Jianwei at the Guggenheim in New York, bringing a painting and two small sculptures, both of which were sold (to collectors in the US and China). They also parted with a large painting “TBC” (2014) by Liu Wei, and a Xu Zhen by MadeIn Company piece (“Under Heaven-2632JP1403?) to a new middle-aged client from New York. The Singapore Tyler Print Institute (STPI) was pleased with the level of engagement from visitors with the “Time Traveler’s Chronicle” project by Rirkrit Tiravanija, of which this was the first US showing. A striking sculptural formation of four metal cones from this series adorned the front of the booth. Lisson gallery, which will open its New York branch in 2015, was also very positive. Before the fair was up, its representatives remarked that the jury was merely out as to whether this year in Miami was good, really good, or excellent, and pitched their own success at the level of “very good”. One suspects that the sale of the Ai Weiwei’s “Jade Handcuffs” for 70,000 Euros may have clinched the top-level verdict. As usual, some memorable sound bites were to be heard around the fair—“I’m just looking for Picassos,” remarked one punter, whom we presume missed the opportunity to buy a ceramic plate entitled “Visage aux Mains” (1956; $85,000) before it was swiped from Leslie Smith’s booth by thieves on Thursday.

The consensus was that the new VIP opening structure worked well, allowing galleries more time to communicate with a slightly stemmed flow of collectors on the first day. Nonetheless, the galleries section was relentlessly packed with stalls, and the VIP lounge often crowded to the maximum. Welcome respite could be found at the satellite fairs, however, of which NADA (the “anti-Basel” fair) was among the best. Participants here also reported very strong sales, and it was a pleasure to peruse this quieter, edgier spot after the high-strung atmosphere at Basel.

While sales maintained the high level of last year, a more interesting development is afoot in the wider culture of Miami. Basel Miami Beach is a fair which does not have a strong curatorial imperative—to date, its very direct commercialism has matched the local context. The booths arrangements are straightforward, not subtle. There are no overbearing or difficult installations to be found breaking up the web of gallery stalls, and sections such as “Kabinett” and “Positions” serve merely as light focal points in a mass of disparate works on view. Beyond the December booths, Miami’s public museums are not known for strong contemporary exhibitions, seeming to cater to somewhat bland expectations. Meanwhile, numerous private collections make no secret of where much of the art fair’s stock ends up, and reveal a highly competitive collecting culture (at the Rubells’ opening, someone gestured at a vacuum cleaner affixed to the wall, exclaiming “Look at this Jeff Koons! I have the towel dispenser, but this is much better.”) Indeed, a walk round the de la Cruz or Margulies spaces can feel not unlike being inside a huge art fair booth, surrounded by grand works in no particular order; a peek into curtained-off rooms in these voluminous temples reveals piles more canvases and crates. Occasions like the Rubells’ eccentric 50-strong cake-eating anniversary event, too, bolster a culture of performance and attention among the area’s conspicuous art-buying class.

The new Perez Art Museum (PAMM, formerly Miami Art Museum), however, signals a new turn for institutional culture in Miami. 200,000 sq. feet (18 580 sqm) of exhibition space fills a Herzog & de Meuron structure overlooking Biscayne Bay, close to the Wynwood district where galleries and private collections hover among low-rise residential streets and graffiti-marked warehouses. The opening on December 4 was rammed. The exhibition “Global Positioning Systems” is a huge display incorporating 100+ works (both on loan and drawn from the museum’s holdings) which examines the intersection between history and globalization. The Chief Curator Tobias Ostrander (whose experience spans roles in São Paulo for the Biennial and in New York at the Brooklyn Museum of Art and MoMA, among others) has orchestrated thoughtful, broad, and often unfamiliar selections. Here is an exhibition engaged with historical and socio-political contexts which does not seek only to please the eye. What this level of engagement means is the chance for Miami to participate in international exhibition culture—rather than remaining locked in its own acute commercial zone. With a museum to be proud of, the city might shed its status as an annual time-share for contemporary art followers to become a worthy location on the global exhibition map. The opportunity is certainly there. The presence of the Perez alongside Miami’s ICA and CIFO (the Cisneros Fontanals Art Foundation), currently showing a very good abstract exhibition called “Impulse, Reason, Sense, Conflict” signals real potential. Watch these spaces.

Of course, there were many, many parties. Jeffrey Deitch declared Miley Cyrus “the real deal” (“This year has constantly challenged me, and that’s why I started doing art,” she announced between spandex breaths on Wednesday night), and the HUO hosted talks with sexy musicians and artists about Instagram. Celebrities colonized the brand new, all-white Edition hotel, and Drake apparently took a beating from P Diddy in a club over a girl. But enough of that. Miami has its vices. But virtue is in the air, too.

Cui Jie (Surface magazine, Dec./Jan 2014/15 issue)

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 Cui Jie in her studio in Beijing.

By Iona Whittaker    |    Portrait by Eric Gregory Powell

In artist Cui Jie’s miragelike paintings, various forms—buildings, surfaces, lines, and objects—appear to hover together, belying the time it takes to make each work. For Cui, a painting may take up to a year to complete, with each layer left to dry before the next can be started. This process no doubt contributes to the suspended look among the shapes depicted. When working, the artist moves between the canvases standing about her orderly studio in North East Beijing as she adds layers to one after the next.

One can tell that Cui, 30, is not from Beijing. A gentle speaker, she is originally from Shanghai and studied at the China Academy of Art in Hangzhou. Cui’s relocation to the capital was not a career move, but rather because of love—her partner, Liu Chuang, is also an artist. Her affair with the city has proved less-than-straightforward, though it has been artistically productive. The paintings for which she’s now becoming known are born of Beijing’s shifting urban fabric. “I didn’t like Beijing at first,” she says. “The city has power—it’s too big. I like to walk everywhere, but in Beijing it’s difficult. Perhaps I learned to like the city by painting it.”

When in Hangzhou, Cui’s work was decidedly different—single layers, groups of people, and trees. As one might expect, her work then was more “natural,” as she puts it, whereas now it’s focused on a built environment that’s developing constantly and mostly artificially. Upon arriving in Beijing, she spent two years changing her technique. “When I got here,” she says, “I needed a new mode because my feeling had changed.”

Like most artists who have attended art school in China, Cui is a well-trained figurative painter. Architectural forms and perspective were less familiar to her, and she had to study how to draw buildings in order to create her more recent urban landscapes—if that is what they can be called. Initially, she depicted views she witnessed en route from her home to her studio each day. Now, on occasion, she rents a car to travel a planned course within the city, taking photographs along the way for later use in the studio. It has become her habit to stand on a bridge or traffic overpass from which she can take in a number of different vistas at once and begin to conjure a composition in her head. The current series of paintings are built up with a combination of views. Cui freely attributes this approach to the influence of Orson Welles’s films, wherein multiple perspectives are used. Her geometric works could also be viewed as loosely recalling Russian Constructivist artworks, as well as the early drawings of Zaha Hadid.

The paintings—three of which are currently on view in the exhibition “My Generation: Young Chinese Artists” at the Oklahoma Museum of Art (through Jan. 18, 2015)—are striking and full of depth. The sweeping curved form of a flyover, a bar, black escalator tape, or a roadway arch are precisely drawn and juxtaposed with dynamic lines that recede along perspectival vectors. Splinters of geometric shapes denote the textures of modern buildings, and are visually conversant—in many of her works—with other patterns. A seeming transparency allows one to see through one layer to another, dissolving the usual solidity of concrete. In texture, the paintings veer between thick antipasto and areas bravely dragged across with a wide, flat implement. Straight lines are scored into the various layers of paint with a fine point.

Cui tends to paint on canvases measuring roughly 60 to 80 inches. The paintings share a compelling, slightly strange palette. Aqua greens and terracotta browns or oranges stand out against light gray or cream backgrounds. “Patches of color can easily get into a relationship of competition,” she says. “It’s like a war.”

Cui makes perspective—or its perversion—king in these works, tampering with reality’s rules for space, light, and gravity. Objects or shapes appear to float, outlines cease abruptly or continue as they might in a blueprint, and shadow is all but eliminated. With each work Cui generates a somehow-consistent visual world. One senses a certain compulsive atmosphere among the paintings, each of which speaks of Cui’s drive to create them as a response to the environment. As if to answer this sensation, Cui says, “It’s my life—it’s not about liking or not liking [Beijing]. I work with the reality of living here.” She describes painting as a sort of therapy—although, she adds, “my work is not only optimistic. There is also something painful and solemn about it.”
Cui admits she only feels safe in her own studio. Asked about what stage she feels her work is at now relative to how it began, she says she’s afraid of developing her own style; there are things she has cast aside relative to her practice, but she will not say what. On the state of art in general, she says, “I don’t think art is going to challenge anything, nor does it face any challenges.”

Cui exhibits a quiet confidence, and believes she was born to be an artist. Her recent paintings evoke a desire to grasp—or at least to momentarily contain—the fractious urban landscape of Beijing, a city where 20 years is considered old for a building. It is at once a sublime and exhausting terrain to which she stays attuned. “In my work,” she says, “the thing I am most loyal to is change.”

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12 2014

Art Basel Miami Beach 2014: Preview

VIP and visitor wrangling seems to be a constant issue for Art Basel, whose main lament seems to be that they are too many; ABMB (Art Basel Miami Beach) last year hosted some 75,000 visitors—7 percent more than the previous year, and expects a big crowd again in 2014. In Miami, the traditional Wednesday opening is apparently being over-attended (in 2011, it was closed early for fire-safety issues). In response, this year the official art fair Vernissage will be on Thursday morning, with the public opening in the afternoon. Only the most exclusive tiers of visitor will be admitted on Wednesday—”First Choice VIPs” at 11 am and “Preview VIPs” at 3 pm. According to the Art Basel fair director Marc Spiegler, “We are confident that this opening structure will allow us to provide our galleries with the best opportunity to spend quality time with both existing and potential patrons.” There will be no rest for the wicked, it seems, at the shiniest of Basel’s three annual art fairs.

Visitors will be privy to 500,000 square feet of exhibition space in the Miami Beach Convention Center (which, it has been decided, is soon going to be re-modeled, not replaced). Nine sectors aim to punctuate the content: Survey, Galleries, Nova, Positions, Edition, Kabinett, Public, Film, and Magazines. Survey is new for 2014, and will present so-called “precise” projects by individual artists or group shows which in some way reference art history. The main Galleries section will feature 200+ booths from around the world. From China, big hitters ShanghART and Long March Space will be there. Nova is the section for wet paint, featuring new works made within the last three years (among these will be Beijing Commune). Positions and Kabinett aim to generate a closer focus; the former asks each participating gallery to bring just one major artist project, where the latter requires that a curated show is presented within a separate area inside the gallery booth—from Beijing, Galerie Urs Meile will present Yan Xing’s “The History of Reception” (2012) in this section. Public is held each year in collaboration with Bass Art Museum (which celebrates its 50th anniversary this year) at Collins Park, and will include sculptures and outdoor installations. Film, too, goes beyond the walls of the convention center, with a 7,000-square-foot projection wall to showcase video art in SoundScape Park, designed by Frank Gehry. Talks at the fair are split into daily Conversations and the Salon events which require a ticket or VIP card.

Beyond Basel, a host of satellite fairs, dubbed “indie” in relation to the main event will also open around town (expect smaller scale, less-well-known artists and galleries and lower prices, and perhaps fewer “glitterati” visitors). Bringing the Miami Art Week total up to some 20 events are, in Miami Beach: Aqua, Ink Miami (both hotel-based), Art Miami, Design Miami (held adjacent to Art Basel), NADA Art Fair, Pulse Miami, Select, Scope Miami and Untitled. In Miami, there are Art Miami, ArtSpot, Concept (new for 2014, held on a downtown mega-yacht), Context, Fridge Art Fair (which started in New York’s Lower East Side last year by Eric Ginsburg, who says “People should not be afraid to go and see art, and it should not cost a fortune.”), Miami Photo Salon, Miami Project, Miami River Art Fair, Pinta, Prizm, Red Dot Miami, Sculpt Miami and Spectrum.

Among the museum highlights in 2014 is the Rubell Family Collection, which this year celebrates its 20th anniversary. Commissioned solo exhibits by Will Boone, Lucy Dodd, Mark Flood, David Ostroski, Aaron Curry and Kaari Upson (the last two of whose work has just been shown as part of “The LA Project” at UCCA in Beijing) open there on the 3rd of December. But the main event is “To Have and To Hold”—major works from the collection accompanied by a 700-page catalog called “Highlights and Artists’ Writings”. Included in this will be the Chinese artists Ai Weiwei, He Xiangyu, Li Shurui, Li Songsong, Liu Wei, Qiu Zhijie, Xu Zhen, Zhang Enli, Zhang Huan and Zhu Jinshi. Also on the Asian radar is “ADinfinitum”, a show of huge photographic works by Beijing-based artist Wang Qingsong at Frost Art Museum. This year marks the first anniversary of the new Herzog & de Meuron-designed Perez Art Museum with multiple exhibitions. Also worth a visit should be 15th anniversary show at The Margulies Collection at the Warehouse—a non-profit institution inside a retro-fitted warehouse in the Wynwood Arts District of Miami (formerly a run-down area, but now host to many galleries and some impressive public murals), showing works from the collection Martin Z. Margulies. CIFO (the Cisneros Fontanals Art Foundation) will stage a group exhibition of abstract art entitled “Impulse, Reason, Sense, Conflict.” At the de la Cruz Collection Contemporary Art Space is “Beneath the Surface”, a large group exhibition addressing, in its own words, “our new American landscape.”

As is true every year, Miami Art Week 2014 will hover between the label “art with parties attached” and its reverse; every night has a round of social events whilst pop-ups, promotions, breakfasts, openings, tours, screenings, talks—and, of course, art fairs—during the day are bound to keep a buying majority of well-and high-heeled visitors tired. The question for Art Basel will most simply be whether last year’s record sales are matched, or outdone.

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Song Ta: The Loveliest Guy

“Song Ta: The Loveliest Guy”

Beijing Commune (798 Art District 4 Jiuxianqiao Road Chaoyang District Beijing 100015), Sep 30–Nov 15, 2014

Variously rebuked and remembered for “Uglier and Uglier” (2012), in which he spliced together and counted down footage of thousands of women at his university based on their level of attractiveness, Song Ta now has his first solo show at Beijing Commune.

The exhibition is airy, with works lightly presented strung across the gallery and blue-tacked to a couple of the walls; a video, “Who is the Loveliest Guy?” projects in the end room. On the wall, photographs and scraps of paper constitute the piece “People Who Write Like Me”, which is what it says it is, though with more comic variation than might be expected; one example of handwriting has been done on an octopus. Hanging up are English language exam papers which have been answered by pupils and (sometimes incorrectly) marked by a teacher. “These Are Your Test Scores, and You’re Still Playing Around?” makes for pleasing, inconsequential reading, at a glance.

But the real pull of this show is the video. “Who is the Loveliest Guy?” is a piece of real comic dexterity. Split between 3 screens is a short recording of naval officers dressed impeccably in white, as if to go on parade. They climb aboard a rollercoaster, which various camera angles then show ascending feverishly around and to the top of the rails and plunging down; muffled shouts from the officers, their rigorously presented bodies sometimes embarrassed by gravity, legs dangling, are heard sometimes against a brilliantly incongruous soundtrack of Bizet’s overture to Carmen. Witty art like this is truly rare—not least amid Beijing’s highly self-conscious and competitive scene. The value of its directness and low-key appeal is clear.

Song Ta is an artist working humorously and unapologetically. These works are born not of a deep conceptual idea, but instead often start from a whim (finding hand writing like his, or wondering whether a rollercoaster can shake naval officers’ composure). Relying neither too much on form, nor commercial appeal, nor necessarily complex thinking, this is an enjoyable and worthwhile show.

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11 2014

Projecting LA

“The Los Angeles Project”:

UCCA (798 Art District, No. 4 Juxianqiao Lu, Chaoyang District, Bejing 100015), Sept 13 – Nov 9, 2014

The “Los Angeles Project” is not a thematic exhibition, and rightly so. Their shared origin naturally assumes prominence for one’s looking at these seven solo displays. But while “identity” has often proved a troubling word for contemporary art (not least in China)—conjuring inflated or personal questions that cannot be answered clearly, and may even distract from the work itself—it is simpler (and more direct) to see what one might take from this exhibition in the way of pure sensation, rather than something more complicated. What impressions do these shows deliver, individually and collectively, of the creative inclinations with which LA-based artists are working?

The varied impacts of the exhibitions make for a strong experience—without doubt, these works are the product of a different environment. Following a sense of filmic surface conjured by Alex Israel and Kathryn Andrews in the first two rooms, one is plunged into an immersive zone of hyperactive dialogue and sound on a number of video screens by Ryan Trecartin; beds and airline seats in front of them encourage the viewer to sprawl out. Aaron Curry offers a kind of respite with an emptier space occupied by white sculptures daubed with neon orange and yellow—potently reminiscent of twentieth-century surrealist figuration at ease in their strangeness. From here, one could go directly into the room devoted to Matthew Monohan’s distinctly manual sculptures and charcoal drawings (the most “traditional” part of the exhibition), or into a large oblong site of shining urethane obelisks and diffused pigments amassed by Sterling Ruby. The feeling of productive collapse that rises here appears strained and refocused in the work of Kaari Upson. Here, distressed furnishings (carpets and mattresses) and silicon-moulded chairs register the pressure of human contact, both physical and mental, between people and on domestic materials.

The “Los Angeles Project” conveys certain sensations more strongly than others. The first is a sort of deliberate unfaithfulness—or flatness. Alex Israel marks the walls with impenetrable yet seductive mural paintings: isolated instances of palm trees, a director’s chair, a caravan and rubbish bins lined up on a white backdrop. The imagery is at once aesthetically present and attractive, and knowingly absent—just like the stage sets it mimics. As such, the work affects perception in a similar way to film, suspending disbelief even as it engages the eye. In the adjoining room, the comfort—and, one could say, the freedom—of the real is pushed back still further. Kitsch, cold cylindrical sculptures bearing prints of Bozo the Clown are flanked by enormous images of pink-stockinged legs spread down the walls (the seduction scene from The Graduate). Walking through this installation, the viewer might find themselves uncomfortable, thrown in with a repeating cartoon character and giant, overbearing fiction lifted from an erotic film scene. Both directed rather than made by Israel and Andrews themselves, these two shows dispose with art’s expected delight in authenticity. In turn, their effect seems less to encourage than to aggressively place the viewer in relation to their creative processes—keeping one outside, yet seeing, and thereby somewhat vulnerable. The ambience is impersonal, the experience merely received.

Without wishing to draw their work too close together, there are like tendencies to detect also in Aaron Curry and Matthew Monohan’s displays. Although the methods are very different, both work figuratively, here and with a manual, primitive sensibility. For Curry, a sense of touch advances up the walls, where hand and shoe prints and other smudges attest to direct contact and motion. From Monohan’s hard-hewn sculptures (recast in bronze from the foam originals, for example “Column III (The Two Step)”, 2014) and drawings—especially a set of three charcoal figures with limbs detached and ribs and facial features pulled away from naturalism towards a sort of blurred, ritualistic state (the Body Electric series, 2012)—comes a sort of tribal undertone. This is echoed, though not exactly matched, in the abstraction of Curry’s sculptural creatures. Not human or animal—but in imagination, alive—these convey alternate primal echoes that pertain less to language than to the spirits of living, moving bodies. Both shows suggest something of a creative retreat, one imagines, from the artists’ immediate surroundings; they evoke a reaching for creative inheritance, and perhaps history.

But more than postmodern flatness or primal gestures, the strongest impression from this exhibition is one of gainful decrepitude—gainful for the creative work of two of the artists. In Sterling Ruby’s output there lurks a near-messianic ability with gritty, non-traditional (or artificial) and difficult-to-control media—particularly spray paint and dribbled urethane. In this urethane Monumental Stalagmite series (2010-12) and vast cycle of spray-paintings (SP217, 2012), base means become the vehicles for an unusual gothic nobility; their glossy, indolent spikes and murky expanses—looking not unlike waste substances in a final state, or things which accrue underground—nonetheless rise and extend with cathartic energy. A sense of ruin, in this case, thus become uniquely potent. In Kaari Upson’s sculpture, however, the grotesque endures without empowerment, reaching a different though also impressive limit. The silicon-moulded furnishings Upson mounts in a corner or in a red ring, almost sexually (“Who’s Afraid of Red, Yellow and Blue”, 2014), or places alone on the floor flanked by soiled carpeting speak of undeniable collapse. The crumpled, cringing, soiled skins of the couches appear like symptoms of inexorable demise, as her project intensifies into collapse through over-identification with her subject—the dead man, Larry, on whose story this body of work is based. Regardless of whether their attendant narrative is known, these pieces express expiration.

Against the sensations drawn from these six solo exhibitions, which seem to trace a path through forms of degeneration, empowerment, energy and indifference at the behest of people (the natural world is conspicuously absent), the seventh—Ryan Trecartin’s agitated video installations—feels like a possible index. It is the only place in the exhibition where living people are captured and displayed, and through the skilful barrage of his video works they are revealed as erratic, attention-seeking, uncouth and expectant. The angles of the lens and disturbance of the image seem to imply the mental state of these characters in their digitally compressed lives, where they also watch themselves. Their status as the products and/or producers of content like this seems confused; with an expanded view, one considers too the artistic content of the exhibition as a whole, and the background to its making.

Ultimately, the “Los Angeles Project” is not likely to be an argued exhibition (apart from the obvious prominence of Sterling Ruby’s work which, very strong and centrally positioned, might intimidate the other displays). Rather, the show evades final description because its atmosphere is underpinned by a strange feeling of encroachment. It is a sensation not removed from the progressive myth of LA for those who haven’t been, and confirmed, perhaps, for those that have. It is a sensibility not entirely benign, though definitely productive through the lens of these artists’ work. What is dark or artificial (as evoked by Upson’s corrupted furnishings or Curry’s murals, for example) is not concealed by it; indeed, these are arguably the runners lubricating an impression of steady yet submerged progress—not unlike an infection. A final thought on exiting “The Los Angeles Project” could be of an unclear cycle: environments creating people, people sensationalizing themselves—or creating art and art, in turn, triggering sensations in its audience. Although the original settings and the protagonists for these works remain inaccessible, in this exhibition, their generative power is made plain.

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10 2014

Hans Op de Beeck

These are literally “Night Time Drawings” – done alone and after dark, in black and white watercolor, after everyone else had gone home. As such, their tone is perhaps unsurprising. Hung inside a temporary gallery built within Galeria Continua’s factory space (a dark grey carpet requires that the visitors remove their shoes), the drawings show such scenes as moonlit, forested roads stretching into the distance, an urban vista with a metal bridge, a fairground, a woman seen from behind, her tattooed back bare and ocean waves. It is the stuff of rather lonely remembrances or erotic musings, licked with the texture of sea foam and tempered by the stillness of electric light in a landscape; the quality of the drawing is sensitive, at times beautiful. De Beeck’s imagery is also animated in a film, fading in and out to a melancholic soundtrack, in an adjacent space.

The second bulk of the show consists of sculptures at mid-height on the walls—all of them hands engaged in different gestures: one writes, another extends forward holding a bare branch, still another holds out a small plate of berries, and there are pairs of hands cupped as if to hold something precious, or as if their attendant body were reading from a sheet of paper. They emerge flush from the wall, cut off at the forearms, as if like indexes for human contact. As a group, they make for a strange, silent atmosphere. Singled out and sculpted carefully, they are at once proximate and distant, general and intimate. This, indeed, is a sensation pervading the entire exhibition. The selected photographs that are also presented are highly staged: “Vanitas (Variation)”, (2014) in no way belies its backdrop of Northern European painting traditions in the way a scene is composed upon a table complete with skull, wine cups, scattered small objects and an open book. “Staged Interior (Lounge)” and “Staged Exterior (Forest)” (both 2014) show fake in a photographic studio, with every apparatus exposed in the shadows around them.

One might feel from this show echoes of another Belgian artist shown before at Continua Beijing—Berlinde de Bruyckere. A similar gravity and existential tenor pervades both artists’ work, though de Beeck’s art acts without the fleshy religiosity of de Bruyckere’s. One suspects that visitors to de Beeck’s meticulously produced and arranged exhibition, in which grey walls and carpets and grisaille works make for a saturated, almost stifling atmosphere, will find themselves either seduced by or resisting its sentiment.

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10 2014

Stewed Beef and Potatoes Communism

Before anything else, this exhibition strikes one with its formal—or physical—clarity. Every shape, color and line is defined with a precision befitting reproducible products, more than singular artistic objects. Absent is a sense of the artist’s direct touch; in its place looms large his design and the theme on which it is based—a slightly more flexible version of Socialism adopted in Hungary known sardonically as “Goulash Communism.” This term gained confusion and complexity in China where, mistranslated and demeaned by Mao as inferior, it became “stewed beef and potatoes Communism”.

The number of works is not many. On the back wall, “One Night Back to Wartime” (2014) is a circular arrangement of acrylic stars; beacon lights flash form their protruding, missile-like centers. Nearby are two panels depicting globes, the word “friend” (in different languages) pasted over them in a flurry of yellow labels (“We have Friends all over the World”, 2014). There are two bright yellow dumbbells in a corner on the floor (“Working out Class”, 2014). Lastly, curved sheaves of wheat in yellow and green roll against the wall—their shapes instantly recognizable from various Communist emblems, wherein they would have framed a national badge or political motif (“Surplus Value”, 2014). Here they encircle nothing, however, and lie as if strangely “harvested,” or as if in waiting for some new incentive.

This is a confident exhibition with impresses itself on one through its economy, and the memorable directness of the shapes of the works. One has the feeling of these works—especially “Surplus Value”—have been scaled up from smaller models to make large conceptual objects. There is a sense of scaling in another way, however, which is intangible; it relates to the sensation of displacement that accompanies former political motifs being abstracted and presented as an artistic thought or response. These works are products of a certain scaling and change through time and through the mind of the artist. Looking on them here, one might wonder: what do they become, or stop being, in this context? Can they ever escape association? If one didn’t recall the look of them as part of the Socialist visual arsenal, how would one react to them—what might be added or absent? In what way are they now “defunct,” or recast? Liu Xinyi has the knack of teasing such thought from existing imagery, and the uncertain values the attend it.

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04

10 2014

Country Pursuits: Hauser and Wirth

The usual summer lull affecting the art world didn’t apply this year in rural England. That contemporary art has landed firmly in the old market town of Bruton in Somerset (about 2 hours’ drive southwest from London) does not come as a huge surprise; preceding it are the likes of fashion and film as rich, privileged, creative types up sticks from London to seek solace and crumbling stone in the English countryside. The fashion designer Phoebe Philo is there, as is the artist/filmmaker Sam Taylor-Wood; Madonna and Guy Ritchie used to live not far away, and Sting’s mansion is in a neighbouring county. Band-members and models are amongst those chasing organic fare and cider in the area—not least after British Vogue devoted seven pages to Bruton in its August issue.(1) “Right now there’s no place like home,” declared Conde Nast Traveller under “Destinations to Watch” this year.(2)

For one, the ex-Notting Hill restaurateur Catherine Butler and her husband Ahmed Sidki, a furniture designer, opened At The Chapel in the high street in 2008. This hotel-cum-bakery and restaurant is now all the rage, and is generally seen as having kicked off the move towards Somerset. Bruton “reminds me of Notting Hill in the early days”, Butler told The Times newspaper. (3)

And so to contemporary art. Iwan and Manuela Wirth, the married team behind international gallery Hauser and Wirth (branches in New York, London and Zurich), have lived in Bruton with their children since 2007. In 2009, they purchased a dilapidated farmhouse with land and outbuildings on the outskirts of the town. “Hauser and Wirth Somerset,” as it is now known, opened in mid-July.

“We loved what we saw. And then this project fell in our lap,” Iwan Wirth told the FT about finding Durslade Farm (4), a characterful 18th-Century property built from light brown local stone. After years of work, and surely a huge investment, the farm now incorporates five gallery spaces of varying size (from a sequence of low, pitched-roofed rooms to a large barn and a single “white cube”-style space that would befit a large London gallery), covering a total area of 2,483 sqm. These galleries sit around a central courtyard, and retain names attached to their former uses—the Threshing Barn, the Cart Shed, the Workshop, the Pigsty.

Open six days a week with free admission, they will be host to a program of major solo and group exhibitions the first of which, currently on display, are “GIG”, a robust, memorable show by the British artist and Royal Academician Phyllida Barlow and “Open Field”, a retrospective and outdoor installation by Piet Oudolf, who most famously designed the landscaping and planting for the High Line redevelopment in New York. His floral concept for the meadow at Durslade Farm will open to the public in September this year. In addition, the farm site is peppered with large outdoor sculptures by artists including Subodh Gupta, Paul McCarthy, Martin Creed (a giant white neon work pinned to the farmhouse reads “EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT”) and Louise Bourgeois (the indefatigable “Spider” sculpture of 1994).

But this is not all. In the sort of PR-friendly community spirit that is the darling of contemporary British politics and which helps make the cultural and tourism industry the fastest growing sector in areas like Somerset, Hauser and Wirth’s activities extend to numerous outreach and education programs. To quote the Somerset gallery director Alice Workman: “Hauser & Wirth Somerset is committed to the local community and supports, collaborates and works in partnership with many local institutions, businesses and organizations. Its founders Iwan and Manuela Wirth live locally and are patrons of a number of charities.” The gallery hopes to engage different audiences with “a subsidised education programme, a garden, restaurant and extensive events programme, as well as talks and seminars about topics that are not directly related to the art world like gardening, food and the countryside.”

Showing rather more charisma, Iwan Wirth is enraptured about the project. “To live where you work, eat what you grow and share it with your friends: How much better can it get?” he asked the FT.(6) He calls the project “a joint effort,” describing the involvement of American artist Roni Horn, for example, in the architectural re-design of the farm buildings (“She removed the window from one of the spaces, which was a key change”)(7).

Adjacent to the entrance area with its book and souvenir shop, The Roth Bar & Grill at Durslade is run by Catherine Butler from At The Chapel. The bar is itself a site-specific art installation made by the son and grandson of Dieter Roth. Punters can gaze upon works by Berlinde de Bruckere, Henry Moore and the late Jason Rhoades while grazing on organic meat produced by Durslade farm, home-made cakes, smoothies and the like. The butter is churned on site, and we are told the restaurant is booked out a week in advance every Friday night. On the menu at Durslade, then, is an unusual marriage proposal between titan art dealers (heavily entwined with a voracious international art world circuit) and a distinctly non-urban, hands-on local environment (albeit now host also to a posse of celebrities). It is a privileged union, but one that it is difficult to be cynical about. The estimated footfall for the site is 40,000 visitors per year.(5)

The next solo exhibition at the farm will be by the Swiss artist Pipilotti Rist whose witty, colorful, sensual, wheeling videos, often focused on plants and bodies, are the perfect choice. The artist spent a year working in Bruton where the gallery also has residency space. “We’ve had three residencies already that have all been quite different,” says Workman, “Pililotti Rist came from Switzerland with her son, who went to the local primary school. Then we had Guillermo Kuitca, who worked at the farm for five weeks in Summer 2013 with a very specific purpose to paint the dining room in the farmhouse as an installation piece. When he left, he said he had had more energy while working here than he had for years.” The idea is for artists to benefit from the rural surroundings and involve themselves with the local community, though Workman emphasises that “The residencies do not have any prescribed outcomes”. The British artist Mark Wallinger has just begun a residency there.

Thus is a more comprehensive occupation of this rural hangout by Hauser and Wirth difficult to imagine. It is difficult also not to look forward to one’s next visit to this exuberant new spot. The Durslade farm site is both inviting and sophisticated, ostensibly combining rustic character with mature artistic content and efforts towards audience engagement. It marks a valid—though not entirely novel—step for contemporary art display and experience in the UK.

(1) British Vogue, August 2014 Edition.
(2) “Top Ten Destinations to Watch in 2014”, Conde Nast Traveller, no date, accessed August 25, 2014, http://www.cntraveller.com/recommended/itineraries/destinations-to-watch-2014/page/destinations-to-watch-in-2014
(3) Damian Whitworth, “Bruton? It’s like Notting Hill in the early days”, The Times, August 4, 2014, accessed August 25, 2014 http://www.thetimes.co.uk/tto/life/article4164510.ece
(4) Griselda Murray Brown, “Art Gallery Hauser and Wirth sets up a Space in a Somerset Farm”, Financial Times, June 13, 2014, accessed August 25, 2014, http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/2a803648-ed77-11e3-8a1e-00144feabdc0.html#axzz3BTXhuAyR
(5) Sally Shalam, “Hauser and Wirth Somerset…the next Guggenheim?”, The Guardian, March 21, 2014, accessed 25 August, 2014, http://www.theguardian.com/travel/2014/mar/21/hauser-and-wirth-somerset-art-gallery-next-guggenheim
(6) Griselda Murray Brown, “Art Gallery Hauser and Wirth sets up a Space in a Somerset Farm”, Financial Times.
(7) Idem.

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A Room Not of One’s Own (Art Review, Sept 2014)

The Chinese art scene continues to be commercially led, with very little institutional support or a culture of artists’ residencies, for example. At the same time, the pressure on artists to produce (often new) work for exhibitions and in response to successive curatorial demands contends with the status of the studio as a place for self-contained process and contact with one’s self and ideas – and not necessarily with an end product in mind. Some artists have expressed concern that studio practice in its own right is becoming compromised due to such outside pressures.

A Room Not of One’s Own, however, does not present studio practice relative to the structure of the art world (whether as a critique, or otherwise), but in the wider frame of urban space as conditioned and constructed by the political climate – in short, as a form of private space shaped unavoidably by its surrounding context. Being broadly concerned with space and the individual, the exhibition press release asserts the studio as a powerful site of daily life and expression; what happens there is a process that itself amounts to a political stance by virtue of being carried out by individuals in their chosen environment. The title is a pessimistic adaptation of Virginia Woolf’s famous essay ‘A Room of One’s Own’ (1929), thus setting up an opponent and project of resistance for each artist featured here.

As one might expect, the works on show make relatively modest claims. They are born, for example, of scrutiny, conversations, stuff collected or left over, curiosity, solitude, sharing (with another artist), voyeurism, triviality and cognisance. The exhibition scene is dim and cluttered with video screens, installations, suspended cameras and imagery affixed to the walls, which have been painted black.

The most obviously political work here is arguably Liang Ban’s Supper video (2014), for which the artist asked a friend who had recently left prison to recreate a prison meal for them in the studio. In a mockery of freedom and, perhaps, the luxury of being an artist in a self-chosen cell, they are seen eating this humble repast together. Not far off, photographs of Zhao Zhao – an artist who has actually been imprisoned for short periods of time by the authorities (principally for his connection with Ai Weiwei) – show him sardonically painting the studio walls black with the lights turned out.

On a lighter note, young performance artist Li Binyuan’s videos offer compelling entertainment. His Studio Diary video series (2014) records various witty vignettes conjured from daily existence and improvisation. The best of these, One Afternoon, watches him light a fuse beneath his own feet and wait for the explosion. Similarly futile but slower-burning, Fan Xi resolves to plant grass in the floor of her studio – a process that becomes ever more absurd as the concrete floor resists tools and effort, and the sound of destruction deepens.
Hoarding and reuse are addressed by Liang Shuo and Shi Jinsong, respectively. Liang’s Collection of Dregs (2014) shows all the things he has picked up over the years, while Shi attempts to make use of display cabinets left over from a previous exhibition – The Physical Way (2014) suggests that, if fitted with air conditioning, they might be used as temporary accommodation by visiting friends. A telephone number is provided for those who might be interested.

Elsewhere around the show, one finds a benign robotic installation by Xin Yunpeng that entails a moving badminton net propelled by vacuums (20140626, 2014), videos of minute insect-action in corners of the studio by Yang Guangnan (2014.6.5, 2014) and a zany performance video by Ye Funa in which the artist’s friends parade before a green screen adorned with wigs and artificial flowers (A Room of My Thought, 2014).

Overall, A Room Not of One’s Own in practice is less grave than its title suggests. The majority of the pieces here are charged less with forms of resistance one might call overtly ‘political’ than with more personal and quirky, or even lighthearted sentiments. Whether or not this gives an accurate picture of the artists’ real practice and preoccupations, the artists at least appear content to deliver such an image of themselves and their work in this exhibition.

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Still from Li Binyuan, “One afternoon”, video, 2011

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09 2014

Minsheng and AICA Announce IAAC

AICA (the International Association of Art Critics) and Shanghai Minsheng Museum have announced a new annual prize. The International Awards for Art Criticism (IAAC) are directed at writers from anywhere in the world, writing either in Chinese or English about any exhibition of contemporary art held between 1 January and 30 September 2014. There is no age limit.

Hosted and organised by Shanghai 21st Century Minsheng Art Museum (M21) and sponsored primarily by Minsheng Bank, the award is held in partnership with the Royal College of Art in London and in association with AICA. The judging panel for the first edition of the prize is as follows: J.J. Charlesworth (UK), associate editor, ArtReview; Carol Lu (PRC) curator, art critic and writer; Karen Smith (UK), art historian, executive director, OCAT, Xi’an; Richard Vine (USA), managing editor, Art in America; Rachel Withers, lecturer and contributor, ArtForum International; Yi Ying (PRC),art historian and art critic. The First Prize is 50,000 RMB plus a fully-funded two week residency in Shanghai or London in Spring 2015. Two second prizes – one each, for an essay in Chinese and in English – will consist of a fully funded travel bursary for a two-week residency in Shanghai or London, also in the Spring.

The award winners will be announced immediately after the final adjudication of entries on 22nd November 2014.

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