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Covering the NYC Art Fairs for New American Paintings

I was excited to be selected by New American Paintings to provide photo coverage of the NYC art fairs this year. Though it was a whirlwind as always, the fairs were excellent on the whole. The shows felt a bit more introspective than in previous years, perhaps due to recent economic woes. In some ways, this was a nice break from the “look at me” aesthetic that seemed to dominate previous fairs. Glitz and bling were replaced by lots of framed work on paper, paintings on canvas and plenty of work that had more depth than the pervasive one-liners I’d seen at some of the fairs. Don’t get me wrong, Scope was still awfully slick with lots of reflective surfaces and plenty of images of guns and money, but the zeitgeist of the fair scene seemed more thoughtful and considered when taken altogether. Perhaps the anticipation of big bucks has given way to a more grounded sensibility rooted in the search for meaning beyond the almighty dollar. One can only hope.

Day 1 – Armory and Scope:

Day 2 – Volta, Independent and Fountain


NYC Hotel Art Fairs – RedDot and ArtNow 2008

This year’s NYC hotel-based art fairs, RED DOT (where I had work shown through Brenda Taylor Gallery) and ART NOW, were an interesting mix of the easy and the challenging, the sophisticated and the repetitive. Chinese art was very well represented, sometimes overwhelmingly so. The prolific Hung Liu, represented by Nancy Hoffman and whose work I quite like, was seen frequently seen and unfortunately frequently imitated. Such seems to be the way with the Chinese market at the moment, and I heard more than one gallerist talking about “academy trained” and “soviet influenced”.In the way of repetition, there were far too many paintings consisting solely of big, bright splotches on glossy surfaces. Now, these may look good in a hotel lobby, but they come across as cheap commodity rather than serious art, particularly when they seem to pop up in every other room one visits. Paintings of this sort didn’t seem to show up in the fair marketing materials, so I can only assume the galleries grudgingly brought them along for the interior decorators who would inevitable scoop them up for corporate clients.

On the other end of the spectrum, there was some particularly strong work to be seen in a number of rooms. My favorite gallery in either venue was Jack Fischer Gallery who was showing some strong work including wonderful little paintings on sheetrock and other construction materials from Caleb Duarte and poetic drawings by John Hundt.

Another highlight of the fair was the work found in Stephen Romano’s unpretentiously presented space at the ArtNow fair. Steve carries outsider art but definitely has an eye toward the current scene. What caught my eye when walking in was a gorgeous Jeff Soto (not for sale) mounted in front of the television, not two feet away from an original Henry Darger. The Soto was the one from the front page of his website and there was something really compelling about seeing these two disparate works in such close proximity.

Steve also introduced me to the work of Charles Dellschau, an intense outsider artist from the late 1800’s who produced an incredible body of work (one of the the earliest coherent bodies of visionary art) and whose brilliant watercolors were truly fantastic.

Finally, it was wonderful to see the lush, complex works of Josh Keyes and Gregory Euclide at the Limited Addiction space. Euclide’s work is hard to gain a full appreciation for online but in person it was thrillingly nuanced (incidentally, he will be shown at MASS MoCA soon). Likewise, the detail in some of Keyes’ paintings gets lost in reproduction and it was a pleasure to be able to spend time with the work in person

Emmy Cho at ABBA Fine art was also really great stuff.

Later that day, gallery hopping in Chelsea seemed like wandering in a ghost town compared to the fairs. The one exception to this solitude was the Marcel Dzama show ‘Even the Ghost of the Past at David Zwirner. Upon entering the gallery, it was easy to see why it was mobbed. Outside of the fact the Dzama has become a celeb-du-jour, the work was extraordinary and represented a clear directional step for him. On display were a number of paintings which held some connection to previous works but also incorporated a number of elements that referenced historical figures or events. This left the work more open to connection with various levels of meaning. Also displayed were sketchbook pages, and in comparison to his previously exhibited sketchbook, these were much cleaner, more studied and less frantic in their mark making (I preferred the prior for their obsessiveness). Walking into the almost pitch-black room of the back gallery was an extraordinary visual experience, with Museum of Natural History sized dioramas of Dzama’s signature figures gracing the walls. These dimly lit scenes were oddly quiet despite their often disturbingly twisted subject matter.

Perhaps most indicative of his new-found affinity for art historical reference was a peep hole installation which closely mirrored Marcel Duchamp’s ‘Etant Donnes’, in which the viewer looks through a peep hole in a wooden door to see a nude woman lying spread-eagle on her back against a landscape. That the Marcel of this century is so boldly referencing the Marcel of last century is a dramatic turn in his work. Dzama’s peep hole seems a sort of continuation of the same story, with new clues and actors introduced.

While the Dzama show thrilled the mobs of gallery-goers with its showmanship and whimsy, the immaculately installed presentation was a nice contrast to the hotel rooms of the fairs which were a difficult venue in which to view art. While some gallerists imported impressive structures to mask the room, others left beds and fixtures in place (it costs extra to remove the beds). However, the sub-par experience of viewing art in a hotel bathroom was largely outweighed by the thrill of seeing such a broad array of work such a compressed time.


Gallery hopping in Chelsea

Spent the day gallery hopping in Chelsea before the opening at Art Gotham. The number of new galleries since last I was down for the day was astounding.

I really enjoyed the Kimberly Hart show at Mixed Greens Gallery. Clever,playful stuff that shows a bit of the sense of wonderment with the universe that is so rare in the art world at the moment. Seeing something that steps outside of the often overly cynically self-conscious sensibility that is the current NY “up market” is a breath of fresh air.

Also worth seeing was the David LaChapelle show Awakened at Tony Shafrazi. The water photos have a “scenes-from-the-second-coming-of-christ” look about them. However, the back room is the fashion magazine-ish, celeb pandering and should be avoided. Really, that should go in the flat files (who hasn’t already seen Pam Anderson’s fake boobs?).

In some ways, the large work called “Deluge” (above) reminded me of recent photos by Wang Qingsong, whose work is one of the first to make me laugh out loud in a long time. The first Quingsong photo I’d seen was at the Williams College Museum of Art. As I browsed the picture, it suddenly dawned on my that the models were posed in correlation with works from western art history. I realize that this is a commentary on western-centric art historical impact on eastern culture, but the moment of realization really was a laugh out loud moment.

Unfortunately, they were in the process of installing the Dylan Graham show at RARE, so I only got to glimpse through the windows. What I did see looked promising though, so I’ll have to go back and check it out.

Also nice to look at but a bit monotonous was the Ciao Fonseca opening at Paul Kasmin, just around the corner from Art Gotham. Really lovely handling of paint, but once you’ve seen the first six, there isn’t enough variety to keep them from looking like they were fabricated to be bought (which is, I suppose the idea – though it comes off as “I’d like one, don’t care which”). I like where these new pictures have gone but it would be nice to see the variety of his previous work. This is definitely work that has to be seen in person, there is lots of important textural detail that just doesn’t photograph well. Also, seen at the opening was the venerable Walton Ford, whose work is carried by Kasmin and whom Great Barrington is lucky to call a part-time resident. A few of his prints even grace the walls of Pearls restaurant on railroad street, which is quite something considering that he recently had a retrospective at the Brooklyn Museum.

On the other end of the spectrum, the worst show that I had the displeasure of witnessing was Pierre Bismuth at Mary Boone. I LOVE the Boone gallery space and have seen some great shows there but what a shame to waste such prime real estate on such utter nonsense. He should stick to writing screenplays, which are much more interesting.