The Daily Pic: Beijing artist Zhang Wuyun just tells it like it is, in paint.
Yes, this is just an oil painting of a cat by the Chinese artist Zhang Wuyun, as seen at 01100001 gallery in Beijing. It is absolutely not the kind of art I usually have any time for, but in the context of so much work that is desperately trying to look flashy and hip, it was a pleasure to come across a nice, well-crafted picture of something simply encountered in the world. The hackneyed technique becomes almost snapshot-transparent, letting the moment depicted speak for itself.
The Daily Pic: Li Songsong, an old master back from the future.
At Pace gallery in Beijing, the well-known Chinese artist Li Songsong is presenting this strange sculpture/painting/installation. It consists of 91 oddly shaped aluminum panels (many look like the staircase that folds into the fuselage of a small jet) all covered in Li’s signature thick paint and assembled as a tunnel. It’s kind of Frank Auerbach meets Space 1999, and it’s not easy to parse what it might mean or even why it was made – except that it looks fine, and is consistently intriguing. It seems to invest the ancient medium of oil paint with some of the utopian energy of SciFi modernism – which actually makes for a fairly poignant combination, mixing the old-old with the old-new.
The Daily Pic: Frederick Catherwood's eagle eye did without Daguerre's invention.
This image of a deep well in the water-starved region of Bolonchen, on the Yucatan, was drawn in 1842 by the Englishman Frederick Catherwood. A print of it is in the survey of Caribbean art now at the Museo del Barrio in New York. What’s most amazing about the image is how utterly candid and instant and photographic it seems – and indeed it turns out that, just three years after Daguerre’s invention, Catherwood brought a camera along to this remote corner of Mexico. Even more interesting is the fact that he found its results unsatisfactory, and apparently went back to using his filmless camera obscura – and even that might not have been useful for a dark scene like this, which he might have had to draw freehand. The truth is, visual culture in 19th-century Europe was essentially photographic even before photography’s arrival.
The Daily Pic: Adam Cvijanovic paints a painter painting nature paintings.
”Waipiti,” by Adam Cvijanovic, is from his solo show at Postmasters gallery in New York. It’s from a series of murals (painted Tyvek glued to the wall, in fact) in which Cvijanovic riffs on the famous, now vintage dioramas at the American Museum of Natural History, which he depicts, in trompe-l’oeil, as though in progress in an artist’s studio. So this is painting rendering the act of someone painting copies of paintings that render the world as though seen in romantic landscape paintings. Or something like that. Cvijanovic gets away with being a really good painter by hiding his superannuated skill in an infinite regress of reference and meaning.
The Daily Pic: Louise Fishman vents for herself and her sisters.
Over the years, Louise Fishman has mostly been a really fine abstract artist, but she may be most famous for this little series of feminist works, now on view at Jack Tilton Gallery on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Sometime around 1973, Fishman’s rage boiled over at the treatment that women creators had always got, and she poured it into these almost comically angry pictures, which are built around the names of her female peers and heroes. The nice thing is, the pictures also attribute that rage to the women they honor, as though they might want a hand venting it.
The Daily Pic: Everything the pop master made pointed back to Duchamp's urinal.
This dark self-portrait that Andy Warhol made in 1967 belongs to the Detroit Institute of Arts, and is now on loan to the Metropolitan Museum’s show about the pop artist’s influence. The mysterious image gets at something important about Warhol that I didn’t quite hit on in my Newsweek review: Every object he made, and almost every action he took, was in some sense about him – but not because they reveal anything about the man himself or about his creative persona. They are about Warhol because Warhol was in some sense a living, self-made readymade, in the mode of Marcel Duchamp’s urinal. (Warhol once traded some of his own portraits for a later version of Duchamp’s piece.) Warhol’s work is, almost by fiat, whatever strange things and acts he presents to his public. What Warhol gives us is magnificently imponderable, as normal things (such as urinals) are in the world. There’s no winkling out intention or meaning; Warhol’s stuff, like natural stuff, is simply there, in its ineluctable strangeness and removal from us. It is fully, completely deadpan. A Warhol has the inherent peculiarity of a rock that happens to look like a toad; it never has the contrived oddity of a melting clock. If an umbrella and a sewing machine really were to come together on an operating table, without anyone there to arrange the meeting, you’d be faced with something truly Warholian.
The Daily Pic: In the new Met show, the great pop artist stands out from his disciples.
Here’s the fundamental problem with “Regarding Warhol”, the Met show on the master and his influence that opens tomorrow, and that I wrote about in the latest international edition of Newsweek. The central fact about Andy Warhol’s closest followers is that they are (by definition) Warholian. And that’s the one thing Warhol wasn’t – couldn’t be. He was never working in another artist’s mode, which means he was always in some way unplaceable. Whereas you can always place one of his followers, as someone who is doing “that Warhol thing”. Even when, late in life, Warhol became the ultimate Warholian, entirely derivative of his earlier self, the fact that he was the one doing the deriving completely changed its meaning: His self-duplication was as unique as his original invention of the Warhol Way. And it took his art to an entirely new place that had to do with the market and selling out, and with the evaporation of meaning and quality.
A contemporary artist engaging in true Warholism, and truly worthy of the Met show, would have to have almost nothing in common with Warhol.
The Daily Pic: Marie Watt rethinks America's blankets.
I saw this lovely reworking of found blankets, by Marie Watt, at Greg Kucera Gallery in Seattle. Watt says she is “half cowboy, half Indian” (from the Turtle Clan of the Seneca Nation), and often makes work that addresses that split. But the tartans in this one, which is called “Transportation Object,” seem to speak more to Watt’s European side – although any culture that confronted English colonizers also met up with plaids from Scotland. I still remember the feel and appeal of the satin edging on a cheap blue blanket that somehow came to me as a kid. (I don’t think my modernist parents could have brought such a thing into our house.) Watt’s work lets me revisit that pleasure, and recall the guilt I knew I should feel at being taken in by a facile fabric effect. I can barely imagine what tartan might have done to my psyche.
The Daily Pic: Francesco Traballesi trumpets that his painting's almost done, after it's finished.
A little while ago, I Daily Pic’d a Renaissance painting that seemed all about the long time it takes to sit for your portrait. This later picture, which I recently saw at the Seattle Art Museum, seems keen on warping portraiture’s timeline. It was painted in 1567 by the late Mannerist artist Francesco Traballesi, and it depicts a young man named Bartolomeo Sirigatti, who is holding a note to his father that reads “the painter is almost finished with my portrait and I like it very much”. This doesn’t come off as perfectly true – since the portrait that shows us the letter is complete, and notable for the fine and final touches that allow its text to be read.
The Daily Pic: Gary Hill's portrait of Isabelle Huppert gets us looking at her looking.
For his two-screen piece called “Loop Through”, Gary Hill, the video-art pioneer, set Isabelle Huppert up in front of two cameras, then asked her to keep shifting her gaze between them. I recently saw the 2005 piece in the Hill survey at the Henry Art Gallery in Seattle, and its effect was powerful, and peculiar: You felt, somehow, as though Huppert had become those two cameras, and you were the one being recorded by her. Normally, a video just shows the thing being seen - you are barely aware of the lens and its act of taking things in. Hill’s piece refocuses us on the fact that his camera pays attention. It may help that that attention feels like it is being paid us by the charismatic French star. When Hill’s camera becomes Huppert, how can you ignore it?
The Daily Pic: Ancient fashion was a global affair.
These gold earrings came from Troy, 4,400 years ago, then landed at the museum at Penn 46 years ago, and are now on their way back to Troy again - as I wrote about in the latest international issue of Newsweek. What I didn’t get to mention is that they bear a striking resemblance to jewelry of that same date found at Ur, now in Iraq, some 2,500 km away. Some archaeologists think there were itinerant goldsmiths who covered that kind of ground, but at very least it proves that globalization dates back more than a few years. And that international fashion trends do too. Imagine Vogue published on clay tablets; the scent strips alone could break your toe.
The Daily Pic: The Bernadette Corporation upended fashion, then moved on to art.
When the Bernadette Corporation first hit it big, in the late 1990s, it was in clothing design, where the collective deliberately mangled all the normal codes of fashion, as per these two images from that era. Since then, BC has pushed into the gallery world – where mangled non-art can seem more interesting than the most inventive remanglings of the fine-art tradition. (BC's first retrospective is now up at Artists Space in New York.) “I like this idea of not thinking about art in the context of art” said Bernadetter John Kelsey, when I spoke to him for the feature I recently did for the Daily Beast.
As of today, 10,000 people have hooked up with the Daily Pic on Tumblr.
The Daily Pic has hit its 10,000th follower on Tumblr! – no competition with a cute cat video, but not too bad, for now, for a blog that is all and only about actual works of art, and why they matter (to me). Thank you, to everyone who enjoys looking at the Pic as much as I enjoy choosing each day’s work and writing it up. And don’t forget to try out the Daily Pic where it looks biggest, brightest and best – at BlakeGopnik.com and TheDailyBeast.com/daily-pic.
My biggest problem is that there’s so much wonderful art out there, and only one Daily Pic to fill each day.
The Daily Pic: The Bruce High Quality Foundation gets crafty with labor.
In the great Lever House courtyard on Park Avenue, the Bruce High Quality Foundation has installed a piece called “The New Colossus”, a life-size bronze copy of the inflatable rat that unions park wherever scab labor’s being used. The exhibition statement says that the art collective has “undermined the political content by solidifying a plastic animal in bronze and by declaring it to be fine art”, but I can’t buy that reading. I think the piece works, and works well, in a much more traditional mold: As a classic celebration, in bronze, of the thing it depicts – this time the labor rat rather than Marcus Aurelius. Of course, there’s irony in using an upper-class medium for a working-class subject, but I see the combination as portending a utopian, genuinely democratic future where the working stiff rules.
The Daily Pic: Tony Rosenthal right-sized his outdoor sculpture.
Just yesterday in this space, I went after plop art. So much public sculpture feels too big and bombastic, as art, but also too small to truly compete with the buildings and trees around it. This is Tony Rosenthal’s “5-in-1”, from 1971, installed in a neglected little plaza down the street from City Hall in New York – and somehow it doesn’t seem to suffer from those faults. It fills its space boldly without dominating it. There’s even something a touch plangent about its grand late-modernist values, viewed from our minor postmodern moment. “5-in-1” comes across as an elephant might, grazing in a forest clearing.