Archive for March, 2011

Holy Tower

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011

Actually modeled, according to Rob Pruitt, from another Andy – art collector Andy Stillpass – with a body similar to that of the late Andy — scanned in 3D – he had to stand still for five hours, according to my source – and fabricated in a “high density” material ripe for shiny plating – sort of like how Urs Fischer might have built it, maybe — the Andy Monument arrived in Union Square on this cold spring evening, standing ten feet high, gazing downtown, and standing only steps away from the glory days of the Warhol Factory.

“Would he (Andy) have become vegan had he recovered from the gall bladder infection that otherwise killed him?  Because the Farmers Market would have been right outside his door.”  ”No, Andy hated salads and ate poorly.  And the daily regiment of diet pills would have stifled his appetite, anyway.”

As he unsheathed his Andy Tower, Rob Pruitt quipped, “I hope you all like it for more than 15 minutes.”

Reminds me of:

Marc Quinn, Michael Jackson, 2010

And of:

Keith Mayerson, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, 2006

Real Decoys

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011

SVA alum Paul Gabrielli  is showing new sculptures in Generally, his second solo show at LES gallery Invisible-Exports*.   Paul’s handcrafted decoys are transubstantiations of objects so ordinary that they may as well be, well, invisible. But when he regenerates them, then fuses together this-then-that ensembles, they transmit cognitive dissonance and uncannily activate memories of intimate encounters with the Familiar.  Jasper Johns recommended, “Take an object. Do something to it. Do something else to it. Do something else to it.”  Paul Gabrielli labors as if to say, “Take an object.  Make it from something else.  Stick it to something else made from something else.”

A fan of Paul’s work for years, I chatted with him to learn more about his show.

Paul Gabrielli, Untitled (Pole), 2011

MB: First, what strikes me about the sculptures in the front of the gallery is how discreet they are. One could excuse any visitor for accidentally breezing past Untitled (Pole) or Untitled (Camera). Which is why it’s intriguing that many of these same sculptures invoke alert systems and urgent communication. There’s the intercom in Pole, the compounded alarms in Untitled (Alarm Bell 1), and even the flashlight atop Camera. Is there something we need to know?

PG: That’s a good observation. There is a paradox in the way they present themselves versus what they communicate (or fail to). However, I don’t think the work is intentionally clever or trying to be sly. I think they are a result of me working through and trying to understand some things for myself. Therefore, they appear awkward and express something rather inconclusive and puzzling.

MB: Yes, they are inconclusive, despite the highly resolved degree of craftsmanship. The associations between objects are inviting, yet elusive. Alone, the objects could be emblematic; in tandem with others, I start to examine their interaction with each other. Should a viewer accept the objects literally? Or are the objects more like surrogates for body parts? Robert Gober’s recurrent sink drains, for example, comes to my mind. Sarah Lucas’ bulbs and buckets do not, however, because they seem more aggressively direct than your ensembles.

PG: Those specific Gober sculptures are among the earliest works of art that really made me feel “normal.” I remember thinking that it made so much sense for someone to want remake the drain in their shower, to understand its Ins and Outs, its beginnings. I think it’s a very tender sculpture because it’s about someone understanding another’s longing to understand.

About the literal vs the symbolic: I guess it’s a bit of both. I think for the most part [the sculptures] should be understood for what they actually are. With some sculptures, I have a specific idea of what this or that object represents to me, but it’s never one thing and I don’t want them to represent only that one thing. I think what is more often the case is that the objects are suggestive of other things. And often times, they have to do with the body. For example the sculpture Untitled (Pole), with the intercom, makes me think of the relationship between someone speaking and the steam that is in the pipe – which of course, then, leads you to the thought “breath.”

In terms of seeing the objects literally; that’s important to me because I think the work is very much about a failure to understand what the objects are rather than them revealing some sort of coded message. In terms of perception, I’m interested in a simultaneous understanding/misunderstanding. You are immediately able to identify the objects because they are very common but at they same time your previous understanding of them alludes you. Or maybe you never really thought too much about a soap dispenser. I think they should hold you in a position on the verge of clarity and comprehension. It’s sort of the step before you pick and choose a meaning.

Paul Gabrielli, Untitled (Camera), 2011

MB: Your ideas about perception and reception bring up “the body” in many ways, inevitably making us conscious of intimate relations to things and people around us.

Paul Gabrielli, Untitled (Alarm Bell 1), 2010

PG: I think they are kind of about trying to experience intimacy. Take the alarm bells, for instance: you find yourself looking at this very familiar thing and thinking about your personal relationship to it, if there is one. And that’s also why it is important that they are all very generic objects. They are common and often found in public spaces. So I think trying to understand how you as an individual relate to them is kind of where I want them to take you. In a way it’s about conformity, maybe identity. How do I fit myself into what already exists in the world?

I’m not really interested in saying “intercom = mouth, flashlight = eyes and then, therefore, this means gays are repressed,” or whatever it may be. I think certain elements are intentionally obscured or left out in order to retain a certain amount of surprise and even mystery for myself. But perhaps they don’t say anything, which is a strong possibility. I think that’s also a good way to look at them. It’s important to understand that in a film blood is actually ketchup (or whatever it is they use nowadays). Once you know that, the illusion becomes that much stronger. The objects have to stubbornly remain themselves and very literal in order to see past them further.

Paul Gabrielli, Untitled (Handrail), 2011

Paul Gabrielli, Untitled (Handrail), 2009

MB: In Untitled (Pole), component parts are separate, while most of its neighbors are densely compounded, stuck to each other. Also, I like how your words just generated the invisible material of the steam; that reminds me of Robert Barry’s Inert Gas Series (1969), except that your steam doesn’t actually exist in the sculpture (right?), so it’s as imaginary as Tom Friedman’s Untitled (A Curse). And there are “pipe pieces” for every generation: Louise Bourgeois’ Twosome (1991), Nancy Holt’s Sun Tunnels (1973-6), Carsten Höller’s slides at the Tate Modern, and even Dan Colen’s halfpipe at Gagosian, diasappointing as that show was. Still, all of my gratuitous references can only drum up a loose legacy; there’s no reason to believe that they have any bearing on your work, which is intensely personal and built by necessity. What’s more important, I think, is that the Pipe piece fits into a group of objects fashioned as conduits, not dead-end, self-reflexive boxes on the floor. The Pipe channels steam and the intercom sound. The soap dispenser empties its contents on demand, the camera transmits or even records, and the Handrail shuttles someone through a corridor.

However, the smaller sculptures in the rear of the gallery, all immaculately detailed, actually do feel self-reflexive. The plastic packaging on each one seems like a dignifying space, like a pedestal or vitrine, ensuring that its contents remain rarefied and protected, not common. Have you changed modes there? Do they, in a different way from the other objects, hold someone in that step before picking and choosing a meaning?

PG: I think the way you look at these works is very different to other works in the show. As you say, they are much more self-contained, and I think, less confrontational. In a way, the objects that would become the primary part of a sculpture are now the subjects of these sculptures. It’s sort of one step removed. Actually, I guess I added a step in order to create more distance from them.

In terms of perception, these things don’t already exist in the world. Even though they reference toys or products in packaged form, I invented them. So that initial familiarity is not there as clearly as it is in the other works. However, I do think in terms of subject matter they deal with similar ideas. To me, they are still about intimacy and desire; specifically, desiring things that you already have.

MB: What about the fact that they are “unique,” unlike the mass-manufactured clones in the front of the gallery?

PG: That’s strange to me because of how contradictory it is. They become “unique” as a result of me trying to idealize and generalize them. In my mind they are the perfect scrap of metal and piece of wood. I like to image that if someone were to say “think of a rock” we would all imagine the same generic image of a rock in our minds. Then that rock is the one which appears in the sculpture.

Paul Gabrielli, Untitled (Metal), 2010

PG (cont.): These very base objects, things that you have around you and are kind of worthless, become rarefied as you mentioned and desirable because of the way they are presented. By putting them in blister packs they become off-limits but also about ownership. I don’t mean actually buying them – I realize that they could be a sour critique of the art market or consumerism in general, but what I mean has more to do with desire and possession. Maybe making people realize that they are feeling desire when they are looking at them. So, you know, something more romantic. Perhaps that’s why I was concerned with them being “pretty” and “seductive,” whereas all the other work is bland and colorless.

Because of the difference in the way you have to look and experience these sculptures, I knew they had to be kept separate from the other work. They do, as you say, use a different language or mode of communication.

But getting back to your first question in this interview; your observation brings up something that I think runs through all the work, including the “toys.” Everything is presented very clearly and in a very concise manner, yet they remain allusive and resist clear interpretations. It’s like if someone is yelling in your face but you still can’t seem to understand them.

*Invisible-Exports is also the gallery where I show my work.

Action from the Laugh Section

Monday, March 21st, 2011

“Imagine…”

Dave Hill at Saturday Sessions, MOMA/PS1

“…by John Lennon…”

“…is almost impossible to masturbate to.”

“Almost.”

So went the pervy confessionalia of Dave Hill, a mumblecore loner whose favorite thing to do after sexual intercourse is “step out from behind the curtain to laugh at the naked people,” who recounted a weekend tryst with a Japanese toilet (for those in the know, Japanese toilets are high-tech, easily available, and intimately ac-”commod”-ating, no pun intended). Referring to the customizable, automated bidet, he recalled, “It touched me like this,” rolling his pointer finger like a caterpillar reaching for a leaf – and then told how he utilized the toilet functions designed “for woman parts.”

Mr. Hill, whose drawn face and flexi-finger I won’t forget any time soon, was part of last weekend’s Saturday Session at MOMA/PS1. That session in particular was curated by Miriam Katz, an Artforum editorial researcher, Hunter College graduate student, and weekend comedienne. Described as “experimental comedy,” though more comedic than experimental, the event also included live performances by Jon Glaser, Jenny Slate, and Reggie Watts, as well as newly commissioned videos by Maeve Higgins and Rory Scovel. (My apologies to those last two, whose videos I wish I could have watched on the monitors on opposing walls. Sadly, the sold-out event was just too crowded, and I couldn’t get close enough to view them. Luckily, a quick youtube search makes up for this.)

Jon Glaser, wearing a green mask like the Green Hornet (vintage, not the husky Rogen fail) also took the priapic prompt, though his penis-humor was more sweet and family-friendly than prurient and late-night.

Jon Glaser

But it wasn’t just the guys with minds in the gutter. Jenny Slate, better known as the voice of Marcel the Shell hilariously revealed to us her twisted brain’s fusing of Y2K meltdown with an imaginary sexual predator: “a rogue ATM would kick in my dorm room door and [NSFW].” She described – and reenacted – her childhood Lolita, imitated her angel-voiced Dad who wails like a Disney heroine, and argued for her unusual vulnerability to kidnapping.

Jenny Slate

Humorous in a more arch, ironic, and gently acerbic manner was the boom-bap teddy bear, Reggie Watts. If you didn’t get enough from the previous posting, here is another video.

Framing his live music-based performance in the tradition of John Cage (pronounced “kah-ZHAY”) whose work he suavely and concisely explained as being less about the notes and more about the space in between, he ruminated aloud about performance versus “performance” (ya dig?), invoked Ghost in the Shell, and led us into a rhetorical ambush about metaphysically simulated reality, a la Brains in a Vat. Heavy! No wonder he has that thicket of curls, must be to insulate such a probing brain. He’ll be in next autumn’s Performa Biennial, let’s check in again then.

Reggie Watts at Saturday Sessions, MOMA/PS1

What could live comedy have to do with the art world? Don’t we prefer our jokes painted or printed onto canvas? It must have something to it, because I saw such art world professionals as David Velasco, Mark Beasley, Eliza Ryan, Sam Wilson, and many other artists, too. Maybe everybody needed a weekend pick-me-up after being justifiably depressed by all the bad news coming from, well, every other continent. Turn that :( upside down. Or not.

Watts Right

Sunday, March 20th, 2011

Cool, so I caught Reggie Watts performing this weekend at MOMA/PS1 Saturday Sessions. Vote Bush: his Sideshow Bob bob got me feeling guarded at first – seen that before – but Watts’ witty, astute, coy, agile, customized, curious, and undeniably “yeeeaaahhh” excursions with rhyming, beatboxing, sampling, and faux-coder are to prepared performance (and pimpin) what plein air is to painters in sunhats. Heads were nodding in the packed third-floor gallery, retro black glasses gettin steamy. Way ups like high tops to curator and hostess with the moistest (cupcakes), Miriam Katz. Thanks, both, for dropping one on me.

More video and pics after the weekend~

Happy Saint

Thursday, March 17th, 2011

Just don’t call it “St. Patty’s” Day.  ”Patties” are poop.

Olafur Eliasson, "Green River;" Moss, Norway, 1998

Eliasson, "Green River;" Stockholm, Sweden, 2000

Peder Monsted, "Peaceful River" (or something like that), ca. 1900

dis Images, "Liz Deschenes, 'Green Screen #4'," 2010

Inka Essenhigh at SVA

Inka Essenhigh, "Green Goddess I," 2009

Viktor Oliva, "The Absinthe Drinker," 1890

I didn't see it, either