Posts Tagged ‘Andres Serrano’

Exquisite Everywhere

Thursday, October 21st, 2010

Who turned on the Exquisite Corpse Zeitgeist? The assembled, collated, spliced, joined, and improvised leviathans are grotesquely leering and freaking out viewers in every corner of the City, and just in time for Halloween.

Pruitt

In Fort Greene, the DIY homemakers Second-Floor present A Feast of Fools. Including over sixty artists, the exhibition reinterprets the exquisite corpse as a carnivalesque bacchanal where hierarchies between body parts dissolve into a throbbing hermaphroditic mass.  This should be great; one half of Second-Floor, Sarvia Jasso, was one half of Brooklyn is Burning, dissolved after a hysteric brought down their event at PS1.

THROBBING HERMAPHRODITIC MASS
THROBBING HERMAPHRODITIC MASS
THROBBING HERMAPHRODITIC MASS

Opens Saturday, October 23 from 2-5pm @ 19 S. Oxford St. #4 and features David Abecassis, Amy Albracht, Darren Bader, Natalie Beall, Cara Benedetto, Linda Bernal, Michael Bilsborough (he sucks), Miguel Calderon, Matteo Callegari, Cammi Climaco, Catherine Czacki with Sarah Dziedzic and Merran Swartwood, N. Dash, Ariel Dill, Francesca Di Mattio with Garth Weiser, Coco Dolle, Hector Arce Espasas, Jeremy Everrett, Michele Fiedler, Robert Fontanelli, Kathryn Garcia, Kate Gilmore, James Gortner, Matt Greene, Vivienne Griffin, Pablo Guardiola, Nathan Gwyne, Gregory Hayes, Esther Klaes, Marcus Knupp, Alex Hudson, Richard Lidinsky, Kalup Linzy, Lovett/ Codagnone, Hector Madera Gonzalez, Nora Maite, Liz Magic Laser, Nadja Verena Marcin with Inbal Abergil, Jie Liang Lin, Francisco Marcial and Bill Santen, Christina McPhee, Lucas Michael, Jessica Mitrani, Juan Antonio Olivares with Alessandro Bava, Milano Chow, Alex Turgeon, Virginia Poundstone, Hugo Richard, Christopher Rivera, Rachel Rose, Georgia Sagri, Christian Sampson, Kristine Servia, Lior Shvil, Joshua Shwartz, Nick Stillman, Nanette Sullano, Jonathan Torres, Cody Trepte with Erich Bollman, Cristia Tufiño, Sebastian Vallejo, Jesse Willenbring, Michael Zahn

On Friday night, the Powerhouse Arena in DUMBO will launch The Exquisite Book with a “big PARTY and EXHIBITION” sponsored by renowned curator Stella Artois.

All 100 of the artists’ pages will be on view, hung in the connected order they appear in the book. The pieces have been created as Plywerk bamboo mounted prints and will be for sale at the exhibition.

PLYWERK BAMBOO MOUNTED
PLYWERK BAMBOO MOUNTED
PLYWERK BAMBOO MOUNTED

The book, with an intro by Dave Eggers, will also be for sale and you can meet and get your book signed by these participating artists:

Carson Ellis, Mike Perry, Deanne Cheuk, Jen Corace, Jennifer Daniel, Nigel Peake, Joe Hart, Caitlin Keegan, Nigel Peake, Mike Lowery, Katy Horan, Zach Kanin, Chris Kyung, Aaron Meshon, Leif Parsons, Arthur Jones, Laura Ljungkvist, Jonathon Rosen (SVA in the House!), Ryan Jacob Smith, Claudia Pearson, Ben Finer, Liz Zanis and the authors Julia Rothman, Jenny Volvovski and Matt Lamothe.

Friday October 22nd 6-9pm @ Powerhouse Arena, 37 Main Street.  Thanks to Julia Rothman for the tip!

Dana Schutz tops Ryan McGinness, topping Enoc Perez

And already up and running is The Exquisite Corpse Drawing Project aka the Armitage Gone! Dance Exquisite Corpse project at The Gasser Grunert Gallery, curated by titan David Salle, no stranger himself to butts and junctions.

Did you miss it at the Armory Show?  If so, then here: more than 200 internationally recognized visual artists and photographers participated and proceeds will benefit Armitage Gone! Dance, an internationally acclaimed contemporary dance company under the direction of renowned choreographer Karole Armitage.

Josephine Meckseper tops Laurie Anderson, topping Olaf Breuning, who tops Nick Mauss

INTERNATIONALLY ACCLAIMED CONTEMPORARY
INTERNATIONALLY ACCLAIMED CONTEMPORARY
INTERNATIONALLY ACCLAIMED CONTEMPORARY

This one is not for the Teabaggers, cuz it’s full of elites: Vito Acconci, Laurie Anderson, Donald Baechler, John Baldessari, Ross Bleckner, Louise Bourgeois, Cecily Brown, Sandro Chia, Francesco Clemente, Chuck Close, Will Cotton, Eric Fischl, Robert Gober, Alex Katz, Karen Kilimnik, Jeff Koons, Richard Meier, Malcolm Morley, Tom Otterness, Tony Oursler, Chloe Piene, Enoc Perez, Richard Phillips, David Salle, Dana Schutz, Andres Serrano, Joel Shapiro, Rosemarie Trockel, William Wegman, Robert Wilson and Terry Winters.

Joe Bradley, Ena Swansea, Fred Tomaselli

Moments Like This Never Last

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

All things considered, it is heartbreaking when any little girl must grow up without a father. Do you blame the father for choosing against his family? Or the compulsion that lured him away? Gauguin chose painting over his wife and five children, ditching them to follow his bliss in Paris. Dash Snow seems to have followed drugs over his daughter, Secret; but we will never know his intentions. But the cause of death seems to be a gradual suicide stretched over the years, made increasingly legendary each time we mention it.

Comments at the NY Times and Gawker range from jaded told-you-so’s to streetz-styled shout-outs. Many attack Dash for selfishly belaboring his high-risk drug consumption, which jeopardized his paternal obligations. But where is the blame in addiction? I’ve never been hooked on anything except coffee and phonics, so I’m keeping mute.

Though we were in a casual group show together, I knew Dash Snow only through what he revealed/boasted in his Polaroids. And my last post was all RIP Michael Jackson. ::Two good reasons to avoid writing a requiem. (The best photo tribute is at Tiny Vices.)

Besides that, Dash Snow’s art didn’t really do it for me. On sex, drugs, counterculture, dystopian glamour, cocks, blood, outlaws, cum, and psychotic violence, who could really top the Sex Pistols, Richard Hell, Bret Easton Ellis, Cady Noland, Tommy Lee, Suicide Girls, Marilyn Manson, Andres Serrano, Larry Clark? And how seriously could you take it after This is Spinal Tap?

RIP Sid&Nancy; Rob Pruitt, iPhotos insltn at Gavin Brown

That doesn’t mean Dash’s work was DOA. For Holland Cotter, Dash was a bellwether:

“…Work that visually goes few places that Dada hasn’t already been. That’s O.K. If a young artist is searching for models, extreme Dada is an excellent choice. What’s encouraging is how far Mr. Snow, who is in his 20′s, has moved in such a short time, focusing and shaping a chafed, loose-cannon energy without reducing it.”

But isn’t extreme usually so mainstream, commercial-friendly, and producty that the nearby Marketing Exec has it tattooed on his shoulder in Chinese?

For Jerry Saltz, Dash was “a drug-addled scion of an American fortune,” and warned that if “Snow’s work doesn’t get more original, all that will one day be said about it will be that we had the luxury to say a lot about it.”

Drugs can be a potent catalyst for art. Hector Berlioz’ “Symphonie Fantastique” is notorious for having been fueled by opium. Jimi Hendrix supposedly nestled a tab of acid under his sweaty headband. Jack Kerouac popped Benzedrine while writing about pot.

Berlioz and his Montmarte real estate

Paul Schimmel curated Ecstasy: In and About Altered States at the L.A. MOCA. Gavin Brown hosted Drunk vs. Stoned, followed by a sequel. Responding to the GBE shows, Jerry Saltz (yes, again), observes that “stoned art” is introspective, hypersensitive, detail-oriented, and prone to surprise, spirals, and repetition, while drunk art is outward-looking, impulsive, romantic, and unafraid of messiness and sloppy emotions.”

What is the draw about heroin? Lou Reed, now 67, canonized it 30 years ago, yet it ambushes us every few years: Jim Morrison, Basquiat, Kurt Cobain, Trainspotting, Pulp Fiction, Pete Doherty, Amy Winehouse. Predictably, every time, the seductive neighbor becomes a rapist warden. Yet, we can’t discredit its generative potency in making art.

But let’s go back a few lines, no pun intended. If drugs can unleash creative potential, then why choose a drug that starts digging your grave? Wouldn’t it make more sense to apply a high that takes a lesser toll? A more “sustainable” drug? -Whoever died of a pot overdose? -Wouldn’t it be more revelatory, fun, and addiction-free to ride acid or mushrooms behind the scenes of reality? –What would mescaline do to a still life painting? Ask Picasso and Braque.

Is heroin just more glamorous, knighted as the hedonist ultimate? Is it more coded, branded as the aesthete’s elixir? Is heroin just more “extreme?” I know lots of people who have tried everything available, except heroin. Heroin is going too far, they think. But in Jim Carroll’s Basketball Diaries, “H” seems as ubiquitous as its “gateway” sibling. So maybe “extreme” is relative.

And to relatives, friends, and loved ones of Dash Snow: I am genuinely sorry that you lost someone in your life.