| Upon entering the exhibition “Art of Two Germanys/Cold War Cultures,” one walks between archival photos of a Germany bombed to oblivion, pounded to a pulp, completely and utterly devastated. But once inside the gallery, there are signs of life--art has returned to Germany. Most of the artists in the first room are obscure--except for Hannah Höch and Willi Baumeister--and obviously out of practice, emerging as most were after more than a decade of Nazi suppression. The styles are borrowed or out of date; the paintings are small and dark, but proudly proclaim the avant-garde. But “Daughter of Hecate II” (1945) explodes in a celebration of exuberant and vivid color so joyously that it doesn’t matter that this is not a great painting. |
![]() "Art of Two Germanys/Cold War Cultures" installation view, 1960s: Works by Dieter Roth, Gunther Uecker, Nam June Paik, and Heinz Mack. |
| The artist, Ernst Wilhelm Nay, seems simply glad to be handling paint freely. Walking out of the Room of the 1940s, the room of poignantly bad art, one is relieved to be greeted by the new decade. “16. 12. 52” by Karl Otto Götz shows that Germany has caught up with the rest of the world: Ab Ex and Tachime have arrived. But of greater interest is a section of art from East Germany, which starkly states the difference between art that is free and art that is chained to ideology and yoked to propaganda. Entering the wonderful room devoted to Group Zero, Dieter Roth’s “Chocolate Lion Tower” (1969) is an amazing sweet smelling construction of chocolate daschunds, and a delicious counterpoint to Günther Uecker’s hard and spiky objects nailed within an inch of their lives. A small group of exquisite abstract works by Blinky Palermo serves as a reminder of who and what is missing. Only a passageway is devoted to Joseph Beuys, and Fluxus itself is given a too cursory treatment. Photography, also of vital importance in Germany, has an understated presence: a few Bechers and a couple of early Struths and Ruffs. Sculpture is completely absent. One misses Rebecca Horn’s performances, especially since the other major figures of her generation, Kiefer, Polke and Immendorf, are prominently and appropriately celebrated. That said, the show, which is just the right size, ends when the Berlin Wall fell, on a high note, with some beautiful art by Richter and Trokel. It adds up to the season’s best show (LACMA, West Hollywood). [NoteHunter Drohojowska-Philp’s upcoming ArtScene Visual Radio program will feature an interview with the exhibition’s two lead curatorsEd.] |
![]() Allen Ruppersberg, "Poems & Placemats," 2008, color photographs, acrylic paint/medium, spray paint, and collage on panel, 48 x 48". |
The title of this compelling group show titled "Reading Standing Up" is an oblique reference to the canonical-as-Greenberg text by Roland Barthes. The point being made is that a work of art is a maze of personal and cultural signs into which an artist embeds a myriad of meanings, and from which the viewer extracts their own version from among open ended narratives. Some of the artists included in this show are the great granddaddies of work stressing this important, now well quoted point about the construction of meaning: John Baldesasari, Joseph Kosuth, Jeffrey Vallance. But one also feels in viewing this terrific selection of artists represented by good examples, that the theory is laced on the surface so as to legitimize already good art with the imprimatur of theory. The show works by refusing to conform, no disrespect to Barthes. We see everything from lyrical pure form (Roy Dowell) to pure concept art (Al Ruppersberg). Alexis Smith and Brenna Youngblood also contribute as much more than footnotes to "Death of the Author” (Margo Leavin Gallery, West Hollywood).
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Friends and contemporaries Melissa Brown and Mat Brinkman exhibit their new works on paper. At first inspection, Brown’s playful manipulation of Technicolor discarded scratch lottery tickets, and Brinkman’s often frightening paintings of mutating monsters engage in separate dialogues with the viewer, but in nearly no conversation with each other. Brown’s calculated handling of discarded lotto tickets transforms trash into a kaleidoscopic wonderland of words, shapes, and colors. Lotto tickets indicate the possibility of money, but Brown has turned them into signs that promote the promise of “Big Bucks” and the “$1,000 Club.” Brinkman’s paintings are crudely pinned to the wall, the majority of which appear in a separate room saturated by a green light bulb, and trace how the artist creates a face. The works operate in sequence, beginning with a form nearly impossible to decode while competing with the glaring green light. The final images depict twisted, gnarled visages with sunken eyes. Both Brown and Brinkman examine the darkness that creeps within the loins of humanity--whether it’s our demented psychosis or the seduction of one of the greatest deadly sins: greed (M+B Fine Art, West Hollywood). |
![]() Melissa Brown, "Money Bees," 2009, $1,933 in used scratch off tickets, 28 x 28". |
![]() Erin Cosgrove, "GR8 MENZ," 2009, cel-vinyl on one- sided film with archival ink with liquid leaf, 48 x 36". |
Erin Cosgrove’s exhibition “What Manner of Person Art Thou?” provides the viewer with a back story to her hour-long video by the same name constituting a separate showing at the Hammer Museum. We are introduced to a Henry Darger-esque recluse, on-line gamer, and casualty of a scurvy-induced junk food diet. The rear gallery gives us a short video on the foundational scroll--as well as the remaining segments--which take us from the Garden of Eden through the Apocalypse. Cosgrove translates the running commentary of the Bayeux Tapestry to the Pig Latin of “L337 Sp34k” (Leet Speak) the vernacular of Generation Y chat rooms. The front gallery seduces us with large-scale animation cells of her polychronic universe, populated by mashups of perverse illuminated manuscript marginalia, showing us a contemporary Garden of Earthly Delights (Carl Berg Gallery, West Hollywood; Hammer Museum, West Los Angeles).
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Mark Dutcher’s work is consistently bright, fun, and full of life; it tends to put a smile on your face. His new body of work is no exception. The sculptures and wall-works included here nearly pulsate with the artist’s bright, primary palette and fast, loose painting style. Glitter, feathers, and bits of torn canvas are added to the mix to great effect. The use of an X motif as a shape for sculpture or direction for paint adds a level of pathos to these otherwise playful works, which are strengthened by the added dimension (Steve Turner Contemporary, West Hollywood).
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![]() Uri Nir, "Mommy," 2008, video still. |
| In his video installation titled “Mommy,” Uri Nir re-acquaints viewers with one of the earliest conventions of cinema, the match cut. Nir’s cinematic concerns recall Salvador Dali and Luis Bunuel’s “Un Chien Andalou,” and Dziga Vertov’s “Man with a Movie Camera.” The match cut is rendered useless without the proper editing technique. Nir’s fast-paced sequences connect a mummy and a prop Pharaoh’s coffin suspended between the bare wooden beams of the artist’s studio. Gallons of sand flood into the mummy’s mouth while he struggles to continue breathing. Nir immediately cuts to the exterior of Pharaoh’s tomb, also receiving the sand. The image of the mummy repeats but the Pharaoh’s tomb is turned upside down, forcing the sand out. The soundtrack meant to strengthen the visual connection between objects sounds as though as an amateur were left to adjust the levels on the mixing board (LAXART, Culver City). |
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As the screens of our iPhone, HDTV, computer, etc. come to define what we see and know, fine art keeps shape-shifting and finding ways to refer to traditional art media in relation to these new ways we use and visualize the world. Patrick Hill comes at this inquiry via sculptures that all use big floor-bound beams painted matte black. They cannot help but call up for us tried and true things, such as urban architecture and the modernist grid writ real in 3-D. He adds to the four large sculptures handsome panes of glass that teeter precariously but elegantly. These add associations with the aforementioned screens, mirrors and windows. Over many of the extending parts, Hill has gruff concrete accretions, as well as stained pink and erotic swaths of gooey canvas. These latter tell us that the hand of the artist also will never be undone by the virtual (David Kordansky Gallery, Culver City). |
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Patrick Henry College students won’t be waving pom-poms in the Rose Bowl any time soon. Instead, their goal is to lead the charge that will carry America back to God, fielding teams of conservative young Christians who can learn to score big and influence the direction of our country. Santa Monica-based photographer Jona Frank captures the students in a flat footed, frontal, visually insistent format we know from the digital-age-as-simulacra school of recent photography. But Frank works with a 4 X 5 camera, so that acuity is punched up to a level of near discomfort on life at this “Harvard for homeschoolers.” The formality, determination and reserve of its coeds as they aspire to “glorify God with their appearance” leaves you, on the one hand, wondering what all the fuss and rancorous division is behind the so-called culture wars. These are just kids. On the other hand, behind the squeaky clean surface can be read a "my way or the highway" existential zeal of the fanatic. |
![]() Jona Frank, "Justin Jenkins," 2009, color photograph. |
| The 28 color photographs of students and their families chosen from Frank’s book, “Right: Portraits from the Evangelical Ivy League,” are carefully positioned to underscore the artist’s sensitivity to the ability of sightlines, surroundings, gestures and attire to influence our response to her subjects (Sherry Frumkin Gallery, Santa Monica). |
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Marianne Mueller’s photographs present bodies and locations that are dislocated, disconnected, and bare. Many of the photographs have been blown up to glossy poster-size and are pinned at odd heights on the gallery walls, presenting the viewer with an awkward vantage point and establishing a forced distance between the surveyor and the surveyed. Mueller expresses female vulnerability through the juxtaposition of black and white photographs of breasts, arms, and legs with an empty bathtub, and a vacant bed with sheets still creased from the night before. The body is anonymous because the eyes are never photographed, and thus a parallel is drawn between the empty vessel of the human form and the objects that surround her. Mueller even photographs Los Angeles through a voyeuristic lens, recalling places once visited and now occupied by strangers. She even photographs the exterior of the host gallery, and thereby positions herself as an artist in Los Angeles, on the outside trying to introduce the work to the inside (Kim Light/Lightbox, Culver City). |
![]() Mineo Mizuno, "Coexistence," installation view, 2009. |
| It’s not often that an exhibition of contemporary art could easily be mistaken for a meditation room or a Zen garden, at least not without a hint of irony. Mineo Mizuno accomplishes this with authenticity. Mizuno’s ovular ceramic spheres, each punctured with round holes that sprout multiple varieties of moss, dot the floor like small, vibrant islands. An elaborate system of tubes and pipes overhead provides intermittent mists that water the plants. The clay functions like earth, absorbing water to nourish the plants, while drops fall musically onto the lush, green moss, and slide down the smooth ceramic curves in this multidimensional installation (Samuel Freeman, Santa Monica). |
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The group show Shangri L.A.: Architecture as a State of Flux explores Shangri Los Angeles, not to be confused with Shangri-la, an earthly paradise sequestered from the outside world. The main attraction of the show is James Rojas’ “Interactive 3D Model” a semi-circular tabletop on wheels made of entirely moveable parts. Household items like screws, Jenga blocks, Chinese dominos, and imitation glassware serve as the infrastructure of L.A. in model size. The piece is perfect for those who couldn’t bear to part with their Erector sets and Legos, or who just always wanted a hand at city planning. Rojas has mapped out the perimeters of Los Angeles beginning with Santa Monica Bay, characterized by blue shiny tape, and extending Eastbound to the Crescent. |
| Rojas is a project manager for the Los Angeles County Metropolitan Transport Authority, and has plans to create a metro line that will run from downtown to the beach. Although the Interactive Model looks different from when it was first constructed by Rojas, it reminds the viewer that no matter how much LA may change, a metro line will one day exist as a fixed element (18th Street Arts Center, Santa Monica). |