art et la realite

L’Art et la Réalité

The single museum I had time to visit during my days in Montreal was chosen because of its location. It was at 25 minute walking distance from Concordia University where the circus conference took place that day and thus could be explored during the lunch break. Turns out, it was the perfect choice, for the building alone.

Arsenal Art Contemporain is located in a former 19th-century shipyard, that measures over 80,000 square feet. The building was erected in 1846 by the entrepreneur Augustin Cantin for the Montreal Marine Works and by 1857 was deemed the biggest shipyard in Montreal employing between 150 – 250 employees and producing steamboats for close to a hundred years before closing its doors. In 2011, Arsenal Contemporary took over, making just minor architectural adjustments.

The vastness of the halls lets the art breathe, unfold without crowding and bathe in light at least in some of the halls. On offer was an exhibit called Alternate Realities which was in turn wickedly sarcastic and delightfully funny, at least for this viewer, who once again ignored the demands of serious art criticism and just had a blast with a crop of younger artists who went for the jugular.

These were the only other visitors in the entire space, happily taking pictures of each other inside art….

From their catalogue: “At a time where the virtual collides with the real world, reality multiplies itself. In a world of accelerated mediatization where images are everflowing, the truth becomes increasingly hard to decipher.”

Nathalie Quagliotto Friend, 2019
Says the curator…..

And here is someone we miss:

Many Obamas……
Eric Yahnker The Long Good Bye, 2017 Pastel on Paper

Here is something altogether different:

Xu Zhen Under Heaven, 2015

Same curator, I suppose. Note that this artist was already in the Venice Biennale in 2001, at age 24!

More wisdom from the curator:

John de Andrea Cierra, 2003

I was even drawn into a piece by Anselm Kiefer, who I usually don’t take to, given his loose relationship with the truth and his self aggrandizing. His painting fascinated me in this single instance perhaps because of or perhaps in spite of its German connotations and reference to religion. Here is an older review of Kiefer’s work that expresses some of my reservations in ways that are more eloquent than what I deliver.

Anselm Kiefer Der brennende Dornbusch, 2007 Mixed Media

And speaking of Germany:

Dorian Fitzgerald Haecker-Pschorr Bierhall, Oktoberfest Munich 2005 Acrylic and Caulking on Canvas

This is what it looked when you went closer to this humongous painting that went floor to ceiling.
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Sculpture reigned on the upper floor –

David Altmejd Man with Black Sweater 2018 Too many media for me to write up…..rhinestones included.

My favorite was a piece by Corwyn Lund called 40 years that displayed seemingly identical round mirrors along a hallway, which, on closer inspection, reflected an ever more faded image of the viewer. My immediate question was, of course, how would it look by age seventy? And is the increasing vagueness an outcome of loss of vision, or lack of being seen?

I had no time to watch the videos, but given how much food for thought was already provided it did not seem like a big loss. I highly recommend visiting this museum if you are in Montreal – heads up, though, they have quite limited hours, 4 days total. As long as you supply the art interpretation/statement by yourself you should have quite an interesting time. That said, reading the official statements made for an amusing time as well. I certainly can’t quibble with the choice of what was displayed – a mix that made you think.

Music today is by two blind singers from Mali who have been romantic and musical partners since they met in school. Here they are describing a different reality:

Die Qual der Wahl

How to translate this German idiom into English?

Tough Call!

Decisions, decisions!

Spoilt for Choice!

I guess they all apply when it comes to end-of-year choosing of a particular art review that I consider amazing: interesting writing, learnedness across multiple fields (poetry and literature as well as the visual arts,) an emotional hook added to the intellectual riches, clarity, and a willingness to defy majority opinion. So many to choose from.

I settled on the one linked below, partly because it is about a topic I care about deeply, more importantly because I learned so much from John Yau‘s essays over the years, and most importantly because it checks off on ALL of the factors mentioned above.

The show under review, Anselm Kiefer: Exodus at Gagosian (November 12–December 23, 2022,) is almost over, but since Kiefer’s work is ubiquitous, the general insights apply whereever you see his work next. As my regular readers know, I was never a fan, given Kiefer’s loose relationship with the truth and his self-aggrandizing, although I made one exception at a show in Montreal.

Yau’s review of the current exhibition was poignant in ways I wish I had thought of:

What does it mean to cover the lack of answers in gold …. Anselm Kiefer is the Steven Spielberg of painting. Both are masters of effect and convinced of their own genius. One cannot help but be impressed by what they do in their respective mediums. And yet, is being impressed enough? “

Photographs from last week captured nature’s gold (silver and brass) of withering ferns, rather than Kiefer’s applied gold-leaf.

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When it comes to my own reviews of 2022, the choice was pretty easy. By far the hardest to write were Die Plage and The Central Park Five. The former because the Holocaust topic was so traumatic and the wealth of material about the artist and his own traumas required intense structuring and streamlining. The latter because the issue of racism and its horrific entrenchment in the American psyche, history, institutions and legal system is unresolved and painful to face, every single time I get up the nerve and try again

I had some difficulties with familiarizing myself with and appropriately framing Native American Art, but was happy with the results of both major reviews, The Red Shimmer of Remembering and Breathing the High-Altitude Ether of Discovery. I learned much and felt I could stimulate interest in equally uninformed readers.

The reviews I enjoyed most, of art that spoke to me with its intentionality and multi-layered meanings, were Correlations in Corvallis and Ripped Threads. I had zero guidance to go on for either, given the status of the artists, creating all their lives in relative obscurity. I had to rely entirely on my own thoughts and impressions, but also lots of freedom to speculate. I have nothing but admiration for these women even older than I, who never gave up, despite lack of even a hint of support from the established art world. For the latter, I felt there were politically important topics delivered without shock and awe or any other attention-grabbing means, just trickling slowly, subtly, intelligently into your consciousness, coloring your emotional responses. For the former I admired that the process of making art continues even when you have said all you had to say on the intellectual front. It is enough if only beauty flows at times, without pretense. And flow it did.

I very much hope that 2023 provides more opportunities to stretch myself as a writer while having my mind stretched by beauty and/or meaning.

Music: grandiosity, gold, German romanticism – you surely know what’s coming! (The beginning is very subtle, it gets louder soon.)