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    Brooklyn Museum’s New Show Gathers a Who’s Who of 200+ Artists From the Borough

    When the Brooklyn Museum decided to showcase the breadth of creativity across the borough, it didn’t land on an exhibition of 30 or 80 artists, not even 150 artists. Rather, “The Brooklyn Artists Exhibition” will array the works of more than 200 creatives working in the vibrant enclave today.
    “For years artists have been asking us to organize a big Brooklyn artists exhibition, and now we’ve done it!” raved Anne Pasternak, the museum’s director, in a statement.
    The show’s line-up is an absolute bonanza. It encompasses established names such as Nicole Eisenman, Avram Finkelstein, Narcissister, and Nancy Grossman, and rising art stars including Qualeasha Wood, as well as artists working in myriad mediums. There’s sculptor Josiah McElheny, installation artists Heather Hart and E. V. Day, painters Scherezade García and Laurena Finéus, photographer An-My Lê, and multimedia artist Chitra Ganesh, among heaps others.
    Jasmine Clarke, Olivia (2022). © Jasmine Clarke. Courtesy of the artist.
    In between them, these artists have tackled subjects that range from the local (memory, identity) to the global (migration, cultural exchange, collective memory)—a scope that the exhibition hopes will illustrate Brooklyn’s artistic output over the past five years.
    “The Brooklyn Artists Exhibition” has been organized by Jeffrey Gibson, Vik Muniz, Mickalene Thomas, and Fred Tomaselli, all of them Brooklyn Museum Artist Trustees. The four also make up the Artist Committee that handpicked the 200-plus creatives included in the show, following invitations and an open call that received up to 4,000 applications.
    Brad Kahlhamer, Survival Chandelier (2019). © Brad Kahlhamer. Courtesy of the artist andVenus Over Manhattan, New York.
    This is, of course, far from the first time that the institution has platformed the neighborhood’s wealth of creative talent, as Sharon Matt Atkins, the museum’s deputy director for art, pointed out. Its annual Fence Art Show, which ran from 1966 through the late ’70s, showcased and awarded prizes to artists from Brooklyn and other boroughs. In the 1980s, its “Working From Brooklyn” exhibition series featured hundreds of Brooklyn artists, many of them at the start of their career; the series was revived in the mid-’90s and ran through 2004.
    “Our commitment to supporting Brooklyn’s artists stretches back decades, and this exhibition is a continuation of that legacy,” said Atkins in a statement. “With ‘The Brooklyn Artists Exhibition,’ we’re proud to carry forward that tradition, celebrating the borough’s artistic diversity and honoring the creative voices that make Brooklyn such a vital cultural hub.”
    Chitra Ganesh, All the Farewells (2023). © Chitra Ganesh. Courtesy of the artist and Hales Gallery, London and New York. Photo: JSP Art Photography.
    The exhibition also has a key backer in UOVO, the art storage specialists with whom the museum has been presenting the UOVO Prize to emerging Brooklyn-based creatives since 2020. The award—which comprises a $25,000 grant as well as a solo exhibition at the museum and an art installation at UOVO’s Bushwick facility—has been conferred on John Edmonds, Baseera Khan, and, most recently, Suneil Sanzgiri.
    The prize, said UOVO founder Steven Guttman, was a way for the company to back the museum’s long-running engagement with the Brooklyn artistic community. “Our support of this commemorative exhibition,” he added, “is a continuation of a shared commitment to amplify the narrative of this vibrant arts community.”
    Amaryllis R. Flowers, The Girl Has Teeth and the Teeth Are Tired (2022). © Amaryllis R. Flowers. Courtesy of the artist and Hilda C. Esmonde.
    The exhibition will kick off the Brooklyn Museum’s yearlong 200th anniversary celebrations, anchored by a significant rehang of its American Art galleries, spearheaded by curator Stephanie Sparling Williams; an immersive exhibition on the historical footprint of gold; and a score of performances and activities across the locale, including its inaugural Museum on Wheels.
    “Brooklyn has more artists than anywhere,” said Pasternak, “and we are thrilled to expand the ways we support the excellence of our incredible borough.”
    Here’s the full list of the 216 artists participating in “The Brooklyn Artists Exhibition.”
    Evelyn AdamsDestinie AdélakunSeongmin AhnScott AlbrechtDanielle AlhassidJonathan AllenKadine AnckleKate BaeFelipe BaezaMichael BallouYevgeniya BarasSarah BedfordHannah BeermanAisha Tandiwe BellJane BensonDamien Olsen BerdichevskyMagda BiernatSamantha BittmanLucas BlalockSebastiaan BremerJohanna BurkeStephen BurksKimberly BushPaul CampbellMary CarlsonJazmine CatasúsGeoffrey ChadseyHenry Hung ChangRuby ChishtiJasmine ClarkeJennifer CoatesWendy CohenKaren CunninghamJennifer DaltonLisa Corinne DavisIsis Davis-MarksE. V. DayLeah DeVunLisa di DonatoNicole EisenmanRodney EwingSean FaderMohammed Iman FayazKeltie FerrisAlanna FieldsJane FineLeo FineLaurena FinéusAvram FinkelsteinTatiana FlorivalAmaryllis R. FlowersFrance FrançoisRonen GamilTeri Gandy-RichardsonChitra GaneshScherezade GarcíaPrajwal GodseAnthony GoicoleaShosh GollerTamara GonzalesIsamar GonzalezGarry GrantStanley GreenbergKatya GrokhovskyNancy GrossmanHaoua HabréGeorge HagenRichard HainingSusan HamburgerIlana Harris-BabouHeather HartElana HerzogEric HibitHonorrollerJackie HovingSumin HwangJames HydeSarra Hussein IdrisMichelle ImMadjeen IsaacYoko IwanagaKatherine JacksonSwati JainLutfi JananiaGaël Jean-LouisRuichao JiangKhari Johnson-RicksBo JosephMelissa JosephYaz JosiahBrad KahlhamerSophia KarwowskiNina KatchadourianNathan KensingerJon KesslerJarrett KeyKyung Tae KimYongjae KimMatthew KirkSonomi KobayashiTamara KostianovskyFay KuAlison KuoGabrielle LansnerAthena LaTochaAn-My LêEmilie LemakisSujin LimEmily LoughlinLisa LudwigSylvia MaierEmily ManwaringGuadalupe MaravillaKaren MargolisChris MartinRachel MartinMario MartinezIngrid MathurinEsperanza MayobreJosiah McElhenyFrederick MershimerSam MesserCaleb MillerSteven MontgomeryJaye MoonT. Dylan MooreLivia MourãoDonna MoylanCherly MukherjiLoren MunkTimothy Paul MyersMayumi NakaoRita NanniniMartha Naranjo SandovalNarcissisterSusan NewmarkDanielle NoelDynasty OgunSoull OgunClayton OkalyOzodi OnyeaborAllison Michael OrensteinLaura OrtmanYaw OwusuTinuade OyelowoChristian PadronSamora PinderhughesNorm ParisQuiana ParksCate PasquarelliRhesa PaulLindsay PerrymanJamaal PetermanAmanda PhingbodhipakkiyaNaudline PierreLin QiqingColin RadcliffeErika RaneeRobert RaphaelMark ReigelmanNaomi ReisResurrect Studio LLCVernando ReubenErin M. RileyPema RinzinIlisa Katz RissmanMatthew RitchieLeslie RobertsAlex Dolores SalernoGwyneth ScallyHiba SchahbazRick SecenMichelle SegreLauren SeidenJonathan SeligerDavid ShawBobby SilvermanKuldeep SinghTuesday SmillieJane SouthSusan ŠpiranovićSharon SprungMonica SrivastavaJosh SucherTakura SuzukiAssane SyCatherine TafurHidemi TakagiAlison Elizabeth TaylorLeo TecoskyDannielle TegederMary TempleDarryl DeAngelo TerrellJade ThackerZac ThompsonJim TorokA. R. TranJanaina TschäpeJuan Pablo UribeWilliam VillalongoSophia WallaceCyle WarnerKit WarrenChris WellerMichelle WenTabitha WhitleyTracie Dawn WilliamsOliver WilsonQualeasha WoodKenny WuAkiko YamamotoJason Bard YarmoskyBetty YuHalley ZienBrenda ZlamanyBalint Zsako
    “The Brooklyn Artists Exhibition” is on view at the Brooklyn Museum, 200 Eastern Pkwy, Brooklyn, New York, October 4, 2024–January 26, 2025. More

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    How 4 National Pavilions at the Venice Biennale Put Innovative Collaboration at the Fore

    Experiments in pluralistic authorship, including grappling with related practical and conceptual challenges, is one way to advocate for less hierarchical ways of working and displaying art. At the 60th Venice Biennale this year, there were many powerful instances of this kind of collaboration.
    Each of the pavilions that undertook blurred authorship or large-scale group shows defined different parameters and unique artistic processes. At their best, they offer a hopeful outlook, rather than striving to smooth out differences and make a single, united oeuvre that recognizes that even jumbled, messy mixtures of opinions and peoples can be powerful forces of creation, and certainly giant steps toward positive directions.
    Many of these artists shared a tendency to critique the traditional Western solo exhibition model, with its habit of narrowly recognizing and over-cherishing individual stardom.

    The Belgian Pavilion
    Picnic party at Lago di Resia, Petticoat Government, Belgian Pavilion for La Biennale di Venezia, 9 March 2024. Courtesy Petticoat government (Denicolai & Provoost · Antoinette Jattiot · Nord · Speculoos) Image Lola Pertsowsky.
    The Petticoat Government is one of several larger groups or collectives exhibiting at national pavilions in this year’s Venice Biennale. In March, an unlikely picnic gathered atop Italy’s frozen Lake Resia in the Alps. A collective of artists, architects, designers, and a curator, who collectively call themselves the Petticoat Government, were joined by giant, folkloric puppets. The townspeople from around Europe who had made them, along with their friends and families, were also there, standing on the frozen lake which borders Austria and Switzerland—it had been formed by a dam in 1950 to supply electricity to a local power plant, flooding an entire village in the process, and leaving a 14th-century campanile poking out from the water.
    Local lore says its bells can sometimes be heard chiming in the wind. The event and art performance, which included drumming and feasting on the ice, was a symbolically charged stop along the Petticoat Government’s journey to Venice, where they are exhibiting the “giants,” as the puppets are called, in the Biennale’s Belgian pavilion before heading elsewhere. Giants are part of a living, Medieval European cultural tradition, designed to celebrate real and legendary figures from local communities who have been making and parading these “soft monuments” through the streets for centuries. Worn and hoisted over the shoulders of individuals who control them from the inside, they are also fragile, made from light wicker and wood. When the giants stepped on the ice, some uncertainty still loomed about how their gaggle would hold up on one of the last days in spring; the melt was faster than usual this year.
    “It was moving to see all these people that are politically and ideologically sometimes opposed working towards the same direction to make this improbable event on a frozen lake become a reality,” said artist Ivo Provoost, speaking in an interview. Provoost is also among the seven founders of the Petticoat Government, which is representing Belgium this year at the 60th international biennale (on view until November).
    The collective’s project, resonating with this year’s Biennale theme, “Foreigners Everywhere,” addresses the arbitrariness of changing national borders and the poetics of bringing together far-flung individuals to eat and dance, even if on the precarious surface of thinning ice. It is a notion that also illustrates the spirit of the Belgian pavilion’s pluralistic structure, itself “a critique of institutions and relationships to power,” per a statement. The name Petticoat Government refers to alternative, women-led forms of governance, but the group says they are not an actual government and were conceived for the Biennale.
    “It was possible to organize all these things that were completely crazy on different levels … because we were working as this team,” said the collective’s Antoinette Jattiot, a curator at the Brussels art center La Loge.

    The Dutch Pavilion
    Ced’art Tamasala (CATPC), Matthieu Kasiama (CATPC), Renzo Martens, Hicham Khalidi, Mbuku Kimpala (CATPC). ©Koos_Breukel, 2023
    “We don’t have to overcome differences. We can have difference play a part, and we can work across differences,” said curator Hicham Khalidi, selected for the Netherlands pavilion with artist Renzo Martens.
    In one of the more radical and complicated examples of multi-person authorship, Martens, in discussion with Khalidi, opted to hand over the Dutch pavilion to a group of 30 to 35 artists from the Congo’s Pende community of plantation workers, who are called Cercle d’Art des Travailleurs de Plantation Congolaise (Congolese Plantation Workers Art League, or CATPC). Martens helped found the CATPC in 2014 and has been working closely with them.
    The CATPC, located in Lusanga, DRC, creates clay sculptures from earth in local old-growth forests, which they cast into cacao and palm fat and sell internationally. Examples are currently on view in the Dutch pavilion. With the proceeds, they have bought back 200 hectares of land once belonging to the British-Dutch multinational corporation Unilever and its subsidiaries, and have been cultivating these parcels to regenerate forests that provide food and medicine for locals, in a process they call the “post plantation.”
    In the same vein, CATPC has built an “intentionally atemporal, ahistorical modernist” White Cube in Lusanga to exhibit their sculptures, “conceived as a joint initiative with Martens,” designed by Rem Koolhaas’s architecture firm OMA. The White Cube, states the Dutch pavilion’s text, “was intended to ‘repatriate’ some of the social, economic, and cultural capital indebted to the community,” as a form of “reverse gentrification” of the wealth gained via the plantation economy, which has helped finance the white cubes of the art world.
    The CATPC’s White Cube juts out of Lusanga’s forested landscape, imposing a harsh, minimalist architecture in angles of warped, cubical perspective. It also holds the second half of the Venice exhibit and hosts a contested ancestral Kwilu Pende wooden sculpture on loan from the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts (VMFA), which is live-streamed into the Dutch pavilion. Known as the “Balot” sculpture, it represents an abusive colonizer who was killed during the Pende Revolt against Belgian colonial rule in 1931.
    “The International Celebration of Blasphemy and the Sacred,” CATPC, Renzo Martens, Hicham Khalidi, 2024. Photo by Peter Tijhuis.
    After inviting the CATPC to exhibit at the Dutch pavilion, Martens formally stepped back from his more prominent role within the group, becoming a CATPC collaborator. “After long deliberation, members of the collective, along with Martens and Khalidi, have decided that CATPC’s project for self-determination cannot be realized without autonomy from Martens’ original vision,” the statement says.
    Indeed, Martens’s role as a facilitator, co-founder, and now collaborator of the CATPC is weighted by his being an outsider acting as a self-acknowledged symbol of the white man who has historically exploited the Congo. His project with the CATPC has puzzled, to the point of “intellectual paralysis,” established art-world thinkers, per an essay by Artforum’s Claire Bishop. To further confuse matters, in past presentations of the CATPC’s work, it appeared as though Martens’ driving role was masked, as The New Yorker reported.
    Nevertheless, the Dutch pavilion, along with the CATPC, seems to have entered a new phase in its self-identification. Khalidi said all parties have been addressing questions around authorship, for which he also serves as a kind of “mediator.” “Renzo is the stand-in for the West. He’s the white man, who [was] putting himself in the forefront, in order to make this project happen for them, and at the same time, that symbolizes the system of the West that is exploiting the colonial areas,” said Khalidi. “My question to Renzo has always been, ‘who is making the work?’” It became clear that, for the Dutch pavilion, the “responsible” move was “to speak in the words of the collective … to make sure that they are heard.”
    And increasingly, they are. “We’ve acquired our autonomy, and we work on it every day,” said the CATPC in an email. “With the revenue from this art that is our ‘gateway’ in the world, we can plant … sacred forests from which our communities can feed … or care for themselves (natural, traditional medicine), all of which is free thanks to the agro-forestry initiative we have initiated, and which we will continue to implant in Lusanga in order to have a real impact on our communities and region.” It must also be mentioned that at the Biennale opening, one member of the CATPC, Blaise Mandefu Ayawo, 55, fell ill and died soon afterward, on April 29.
    While the collective said they have now “separated from the former alliance with a few partners, (including Renzo),” the CATPC said they are also open to working with anyone who wishes to collaborate, “without any distinctions.”
    This, Khalidi clarifies, does not mean Martens is no longer working with the artists. For one, the CATPC could not show at the Dutch pavilion without him, and they are otherwise connected to the artist via his Institute of Human Activities. Martens, [who was not available for comment] “is part of the project … When you look at the entanglement between the West and the non-West, there’s no way you can disentangle [them],” said Khalidi. They rely on each other. “The West can fend for itself, only because there is a non-West.”

    The Hãhãwpuá Pavilion
    Glicéria Tupinambá. Photo courtesy of the São Paulo Biennial Foundation
    Attempting to embrace cultural entanglement forms the running thread through many of the collaborative art projects at the Venice Biennale this year. The Brazilian Pavilion, renamed the Hãhãwpuá Pavilion in reference to the Indigenous Pataxó people’s word for the region, the selected artist and activist Glicéria Tupinambá opted to work in collaboration with the Tupinambá Community, on a series of capes. Meanwhile, artists Olinda Tupinambá and Ziel Karapotó also made contributions.
    “My work is inspired by the ones who came before me: my ancestors,” said Glicéria Tupinambá in an e-mail. “My aunts, grandmothers, the elders in my community… My research comes from immersing myself in the references I gather from them, which sometimes are in museums, sometimes are in a kitting point or a knot. I seek out their remnants as they are the foundation upon which I am built.”
    About the pavilion’s intuitively collaborative process, its curators Arissan Pataxó, Denilson Baniwa, and Gustavo Caboco Wapichana, said. “For someone of Indigenous origins, the decision to work collectively within the community is so natural that there is no debate about whether it’s the right approach … Each person naturally takes part in what they identify with the most and begins to work so that the final project is accomplished without erasing their identity imprint from the process.”
    Curators Denilson Baniwa, Arissana Pataxo, and Gustavo Caboco Wapichana. Photo: Cabrel. Courtesy of the São Paulo Biennial Foundation
    Indeed, “to do things differently would be strange; to do things individually, in isolation, would mean that we weren’t Indigenous,” they added. “The artists act more as catalysts of action rather than executors; this is a distinctive trait among Indigenous artists in Brazil,” the curators explained. “The artwork functions as a bridge between the community, the artists, and the outside world—not a display piece, but a catalyst for tensions, whether related to territory, repatriation, or historical reparations.”
    Asked why a group presentation at Venice was important, they were categorical: “This question shouldn’t even be asked. The community should always come first, without the need to discuss whether or not it should be individual or collective. It should be natural for everyone who occupies any space to bring many more people with them. But then we’d be talking about stripping away the white ego, and unfortunately, the Indigenous peoples haven’t yet managed to teach this to the West.”

    The Nigerian Pavilion
    Yinka Shonibare CBE RA, Monument to the Restitution of the Mind and Soul, 2023. Installation view, Nigeria Imaginary at the Nigeria Pavilion at the 60th International Art Exhibition — La Biennale di Venezia. Image: Marco Cappelleti Studio. Courtesy: Museum of West African Art (MOWAA)
    Elsewhere, at the Nigerian pavilion, Aindrea Emelife, curator of Modern and Contemporary Art at the Museum of West African Art (MOWAA), selected eight artists to respond to the theme of the “Nigeria Imaginary.” The exhibit title was inspired by the Mbari Club school of thinkers in the early 1960s, when Nigeria became independent, and the group’s explorations into utopian fantasy and colonial experiences. Contemporary artists who made commissioned, site-specific works for the pavilion include Tunji Adeniyi-Jones, Ndidi Dike, Oneyka Igwe, Toyin Ojih Odutola, Abraham Oghobase, Precious Okoyomon, Yinka Shonibare CBE RA, and Fatimah Tuggar. The Nigerian public also contributed via answers to questions such as, “What does Nigeria taste like?” that played on audio.
    “I think that no one person, and not even eight artists can represent the collective imaginary of a country. So it was really important to bring community voices into it, and have real-life sitting at the heart of the exhibition,” said Emelife. For its second participation in the Biennale, the curator wanted to “introduce the diversity” of the country. “The richness of the ‘Nigeria Imaginary’ is in these many layers and these many perspectives… Each artist’s work becomes like a point in the manifesto,” she added.
    Emelife said she is also responding to misconceptions she hopes to dispel about Nigerian art, particularly concerning “innovation” and form. “I tried to make as diverse a list as possible to eschew this stereotype that African art is very much figurative painting, which I think people still assume,” she said, pointing out works in the show that range from installation, film, and painting, among others.
    “African art has been quite entangled with the market – as people see it,” she said. “It almost insinuates that innovation hasn’t reached here yet, and that is obviously not true and is a damaging set of ideas.”
    “That’s why I’m really excited for people to see what’s in the exhibition.”
    The Nigerian pavilion is also a kind of smaller prequel to an inaugural exhibit at the new MOWAA “campus museum” opening in Benin City. The MOWAA too, is designed with a more collective thinking. It is being built as “a series of buildings, as opposed to one single” monument, said its director, Phillip Ilhenacho. The idea is to “make it more welcoming, and more integrated with the community around us,” with garden and event spaces, punctuated by the first, and largest “engine room” of the campus museum, the 4,500-square-meter MOA Institute, opening in November.
    “Innovation,” Emelife said, “is happening in Africa.” More

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    Politics and Basketball: On the Ground at Munich’s Art Weekend

    It’s unusual for an art weekend to begin with a narrowly averted terrorist attack and end with a basketball shootout, but that was what happened at this year’s Various Others, Munich’s response to the city-wide gallery weekend trend.
    At the gala dinner, which was in a basketball stadium (more on that later), Michael Buhrs, Various Others board member and head of the Museum Villa Stuck, an institution dedicated to the symbolist Franz von Stuck, expressed heartfelt solidarity with the staff of the Nazi Documentation Center, an arts and education institution on the grounds of the former Brown House, the ex-Nazi headquarters. Amid what should have been a bright couple of days for the center, which is a participant in the annual event (the museum is exhibiting work by sculptor and performance artist Naneci Yurdagül), for two days, the center had remained closed.
    On Thursday, an 18-year-old Austrian had fired two gunshots at the institution, hitting the building’s glass façade and its main entrance. The man went on to shoot at the nearby Israeli consulate before he was killed by police gunfire. According to authorities, the date of the attack may have been a motivation for the shooter: Thursday was the anniversary of the 1972 Munich Olympics attack, when a Palestinian terrorist group killed 11 Israeli Olympic team members and a German police officer.
    Michael Buhrs speaks at the Various Others dinner. Photo: Pablo Lauf
    What happened last week prompts a question: what are we doing? I find myself winded by the ever-more-terrifying political strife and violence, wondering what chasing down art in towns and cities around Europe means, or whether it is doing any good. And, thankfully, every time, I do get my breath back. One need not look so far.
    Critical reflections on the present and the past can be crucial. Last year, artist Tony Cokes presented a critically acclaimed exhibition across two institutions in the city, at Kunstverein Munich and at Haus der Kunst, that looked at the cultural propaganda strategies Germany used post-war to try to brighten its self-image for the 1972 Munich Olympics, an event that ultimately became murderous. This fall at Haus der Kunst, the same bunker under the museum was the site of a brash yet information-packed Pussy Riot retrospective, chronicling the dissident group’s activities diaristically. Despite long-term planning, the museum announced the show the day before it opened due to security concerns.
    Various Others, which is a co-production between Munich’s prestigious institutions and its rich cluster of commercial galleries, offers a multitude of proposals for art, as a salve for the times and also a rebuttal, and just about everything between. Truly: artists were sleeping in the project space n.n. all weekend on narrow bunk beds, for one thing. They put their bedding away each day, placing their art back on their top sheets, and were having a late breakfast when I stopped by to see their live-in.
    “Velvet Terrorism: Pussy Riot’s Russia” Installation view. Haus der Kunst 2024. Photo: Maximilian Geuter
    The city-wide art event hopes to bring attention to the art-steeped, collector-rich area, which has, like much of the rest of the art world, been experiencing tougher times (Blue-chip gallery Thomas claimed bankruptcy this summer.) For their part, galleries present new artistic positions by inviting a non-Munich gallery to exhibit with them in their space. The brief can be taken quite liberally, which is fine, because there is nothing worse than trying to wedge too many ideas into a small venue for the sake of it, and real estate is costly in Munich.
    At Museum Villa Stuck, a bullet hole in a second-floor window of their space became an uncanny reminder given the recent incident. Tania Bruguera had installed it within her exhibition “The Condition of No,” which considers facets of propaganda and censorship, focusing on the dictatorship in her home country of Cuba. Bullet hole notwithstanding, this show touches another nerve within the recent German political discourse: The artist and activist had had her performance at Hamburger Bahnhof in Berlin cut off by protesters in February. It was a dark spot within a wider storm taking place in the country’s cultural arena, where rising censorship has become a major concern since the Israel-Gaza war broke out last October.
    Tania Bruguera. Photo: ©ozntrkylmz
    Given Bruguera’s experience in Cuba (the artist and activist has been arrested more than once), she has a sharp view on this. While that perspective does not always translate as fluently in her art installations, there was a wealth of information to be gained from tear-away sheets available around the exhibition. As part of the show, between January and March 2025, there will be a series of talks that sound needed and promising, looking at boycotts, censorship, and cancel culture. It’s a program that reflects on the vexing present and recent past, asking, refreshingly, a new question: How can we do things differently?
    Installation view of Flaka Haliti’s “Partly Cloudy or Partly Sunny” at Deborah Schamoni, 2024. Courtesy the artist and Deborah Schamoni. Photo: Uli Gebert
    War and geopolitics are considerations that Kosovo-native Flaka Haliti has folded into her practice convincingly. In the ambivalently titled “Partly Cloudy or Partly Sunny” at Deborah Schamoni, Haliti creates new readings of military materials by detangling them from their ideologies by gentle but persuasive juxtapositioning. Heavy bulletproof glass intercuts a large cloud that is suspended delicately within a thick cargo netting. On the wall, Haliti has repurposed bullet-shot glass to both obscure and draw attention to chalk drawings of policy animals. I appreciate her cautious process, which avoids mirroring or repeating the military aesthetics, but rather defangs them via a smart abstraction—it is something that woefully happens too rarely with other artists, for whom fascist references or militaristic imagery can unwittingly become an accent pillow within their work.
    ‘Transferring Domain’ Gathering hosted by Nir Altman, Munich. Photography: Blythe Thea Williams. Courtesy of the artists, Gathering and Nir Altman
    But, as I said before, there is the rebuttal and there is the salve. Galerie Meyer Rigger exhibited three works by Sheila Hicks at Rüdiger Schottle that are sublime to look at, their deeply layered threads conjuring a cosmos of depth and color. At Nir Altman, London’s Gathering presented evocative works on paper by Berlinde Brucke and an engraved bench by Jenny Holzer (in unusually colorful marble), which lent further gravitas to the paintings of Emanuel de Carvalho and the work of James Lewis. At Jahn und Jahn, the gallery collaborated with the estate of the formidably talented conceptualist Heidi Bucher; itself a well-thought retrospective worthy of an institution.
    At Paulina Caspari, the dealer worked together with New York-based Andrew Dubrow to assemble a meticulous group show, which sees a heterogenous cohort of contemporary painters engaged with symbolism and mythology become anchored within the legacy of the early 20th-century artist Franz von Stuck, “the last prince of art of Munich’s great days.” The foundational stone of the show is a loaned canvas by von Stuck, Centaur and Cupid from 1902; its presence conjures a ghostly, dark ground of spirit that lingers between his easels, which the curators also loaned from von Stuck’s foundation. On these easels are new proposals, and a trance-like mood emerges between Adam Alessi’s gazing untitled figure and the heavy chiaroscuro of Sara Knowland’s two darkened landscapes, largely overwhelmed with the frenetic movement of goats. Vasyl Tkachenko Untitled, 2024, which depicts a figure emerging from a wash of light behind a dark curtain, recalls the heavy contrast in von Stuck’s 1893 portrait The Sin—Tkachenko holds a similar evocative candor and watchful desire, but is untangled from moralism.
    “I Would Not Think To Touch The Sky With Two Arms.” Courtesy the artists and Paulina Caspari, Munich. Photo: Produktion Pitz
    On Saturday, collectors, dealers, artists, and representatives from institutions all gathered in the FC Bayern’s Basketball club. Somewhat miraculously, the Various Others cohort had managed to upload 400 gigabytes of visuals to the team’s LED, touch-sensitive floor. It was a work of art unto itself, in a way, and it heightened the cartoonish fun of the evening. (There were even popcorn boxes emblazoned with Various Others designs on them at the start and soft-serve ice cream later.) Perhaps buoyed by the much-needed levity of the environment, after dinner finished, the entire Munich art world began shooting hoops while music by ’90s rap legend Skee-Lo played.
    Haus der Kunst director Andrea Lissoni stood out among the pack with his not infrequent three-pointers and casually perfect lay-ups.  Other art-world players were huffing a little harder; word traveled around the court that Lissoni was once a professional basketball player in Italy.
    Various Others dinner. Photo: Pablo Lauf
    On one of Bruguera’s tear-away sheets was a line that stuck with me: “Art is not only a statement of the present, it is also a call for a different future, a better one … it is a right not only to enjoy art, but to be able to create it.” This was stated at a 2012 panel on artistic freedom held at the U.N. in Geneva so, in all seriousness, it is good to remember that joy can and must be a part of art’s methodology and, with a good score, a part of the outcome. More

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    Basquiat and Banksy Go Head-to-Head at the Hirshhorn This Fall

    The Smithsonian’s Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden in Washington, D.C., is planning an unlikely pairing of two blockbuster-worthy names: Jean-Michel Basquiat and Banksy. A display of a pair of related works by the two artists will go on view later this month, kicking off a year-long exhibition of the two paintings.
    Basquiat, of course, was a talented but troubled African American painter who died at the age of just 27 in 1988. He left behind a critically acclaimed body of Neo-expressionist work that blends abstraction, figuration, and the written word. It’s an oeuvre that has spawned an entire commercial industry with everything from Barbie dolls to designer handbags bearing his recognizable mark.
    Banksy is an anonymous British artist known for the humorous, often bitingly critical stenciled artworks he has been creating since the late 1990s. He also directed the 2010 Oscar-nominated documentary film Exit Through the Gift Shop,
    Both men often use the public sphere as their canvas—Basquiat started out as one half of the graffiti duo SAMO, and Banksy’s guerrilla paintings generate headlines around the world wherever they appear, often on otherwise nondescript city streets.
    Banksy, Banksquiat. Boy and Dog in Stop and Search (2018). Courtesy of Phillips.
    “Positioning Basquiat with Banksy brings into focus elements of Basquiat’s legacy, notably the movement of street art tropes into museums through his studio practice,” Hirshhorn director Melissa Chiu said in a statement.
    Both artists have also become market darlings.
    Basquiat’s $110.5 million record at auction was set at Sotheby’s for an untitled 1982 skull painting in 2017, and he is the most expensive American artist of all time. In 2018, Banksy infamously sold a Balloon Girl print that was set to self-destruct after the hammer came down on the final bid for a then-record £1 million ($1.4 million) sale. The half-shredded version—rechristened Love Is in the Bin—sold for £18.6 million ($25.4 million) in 2021, setting his current auction high.
    The Basquiat work in the show is his 1982 painting Boy and Dog in a Johnnypump.
    The Barbican placed a protective sheeting over a mural by street artist Banksy of his version of a work by the late Jean-Michel Basquiat, created on the occasion of the late artist’s 2017 solo show at the London museum. Artist Danny Minnick then added his own drawing to the piece, titled Banksquiat. Boy and Dog in Stop and Search. Photo by Rune Hellestad – Corbis/Corbis via Getty Images.
    Hedge-fund manager Ken Griffin reportedly bought the work in 2020 for more than $100 million in a private sale. The museum hasn’t identified Griffin as the owner, but noted that the exhibition has the “generous philanthropic support of Kenneth C. Griffin.”
    The painting previously belonged to noted Basquiat collector Peter Brant, who included it in a 2019 solo show of the artist inaugurating the East Village branch of the Brant Foundation private museum. (It also was exhibited last year at the Fondation Beyeler in Switzerland.)
    At the Hirshhorn, it will go on view alongside Banksy’s version of the painting, where Basquiat’s skeleton-like figure is joined by a pair of stenciled police officers who pat him down. The British artist created the work as a means of drawing attention to Basquiat’s beginnings as a street artist on the occasion of the late artist’s solo show, “Basquiat: Boom for Real,” at London’s Barbican Centre.
    Banksy made a pair of guerrilla works outside the museum, pointing out on Instagram the irony of Basquiat showing at “a place that is normally very keen to clean any graffiti from its walls.” (The exhibition ultimately drew 216,389 visitors, the most the museum had seen for a single show in 35 years.)
    A member of the public takes a photograph a woman wearing a foil crown next to a new work by street artist Banksy on a wall by the Barbican Center in London, England. The two new Banksy murals which have appeared mark the opening of an exhibition by the late American painter Jean-Michel Basquiat at the museum. Photo by Jack Taylor/Getty Images.
    The Barbican opted to leave the illicit Banksy works in situ, covered by a protective sheet of acrylic. (The second piece likened the exhibition to a carnival, with a stencil of a crowd queueing to buy tickets for a ferris wheel with Basquiat’s signature crown in place of the carts.)
    Banksy also made a wood panel version of his version of Boy and Dog, which he titled Banksquiat. Boy and Dog in Stop and Search. The 2018 work sold for $7.1 million (or $9.7 million after fees) at Phillips New York’s 20th-century and contemporary art evening auction in May 2023.
    The Hirshhorn show will also include 20 small Basquiat works on paper and wood from the collection of Larry Warsh, as well as a gallery screening Downtown 81, the Glenn O’Brien-produced film starring Basquiat in a semi-autobiographical turn as a young artist and musician struggling to get by in the East Village.
    “Basquiat × Banksy” will be on view at the Smithsonian’s Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, Independence Ave SW &, 7th St SW, Washington, D.C., September 29, 2024–October 26, 2025. More

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    Hauser and Wirth Teams Up with Steve Martin on a Love Letter to Los Angeles

    Just in time for the sweeping, Getty-organized PST Art initiative taking place this fall in Los Angeles, mega-gallery Hauser and Wirth is unveiling its own love letter to the city of angels with a show at its West Hollywood space inspired by a film classic and the passion of a top local collector.
    It’s none other than the beloved 1991 film L.A. Story, written by and starring Steve Martin, which delves into the city’s familiar tropes and hallmarks: cerulean swimming pools and epic sunsets juxtaposed with the perils of earthquakes, endless traffic on sprawling freeways, and, of course, no shortage of pretentious, self-involved characters. And don’t forget the cutthroat competition for reservations at trendy if unimaginably condescending restaurants.
    That scenario was the backdrop for the central character, Harris K. Telemacher, the so-called “Wacky Weatherman” who simultaneously searches for the meaning of life (or at least a deeper one) and pursues true love in a city that’s allegedly and notoriously devoid of culture.
    Florian Maier-Aichen, Untitled (2023). © Florian Maier-Aichen. Courtesy of the artist and BLUM Los Angeles, Tokyo, New York Photo: Justin Craun.
    “I had the idea in my head for about a year,” said Mike Davis, senior director of the gallery, in an interview. “It would pop up in conversation with artists. It’s one of these cultural touchstones that would come up at dinner parties like, ‘Oh that scene in L.A. Story where there’s an earthquakes and no one blinks.’”
    Installation view, “‘L.A. Story,” at Hauser & Wirth West Hollywood.Image courtesy the artists and Hauser & WirthPhoto: Paul Salveson
    Davis and Ingrid Schaffner, senior curatorial director, co-organized the show “in dialogue” with Martin, as per the gallery. The cross-generational lineup of artists includes Mark Bradford, Vija Celmins, Eric Fischl, David Hockney, Luchita Hurtado, Friedrich Kunath,  Florian Maier-Aichen, Hilary Pecis, Calida Rawles, Jennifer Rocklin, and Ed Ruscha.
    Though Martin was unable to co-curate because of a busy schedule (Only Murders In the Building, anyone?), he has been “phenomenal the whole way,” said Davis.
    Kevin Appel, Screen (ocean) (2011). © Kevin Appel. Image courtesy the artist and Hauser and Wirth. Photo: Brian Forrest.
    “One of the reasons that we really wanted to get his point of view is because in the film he’s talking about L.A. as being culturally vacuous, but he’s an incredibly astute and sophisticated collector. He educates himself and is a repository of knowledge,” said Davis.
    “He has been collecting since [the days when] it was not the art hub that it is today,” Davis added. “We wanted to get his opinion firsthand about how it has shifted.”
    Davis started working in L.A. galleries around 2009. “It was right around the pivot point at which L.A. collectors started buying work by L.A. artists from L.A. galleries,” he said. “Prior to that, and Steve confirmed this, the L.A. collectors used to go to New York to buy L.A. artists from New York galleries. It was like they almost needed the New York stamp of approval. L.A. aspired to be this art hub but it wasn’t there yet. It started to become that, and has continued to where we’re at today.”
    Friedrich Kunath, Storms Never Last (study) (2023). © Friedrich Kunath. Image courtesy Friedrich Kunath and Studio FK, Inc. Photo: Dawn Blackman.
    The conversations among the three have clearly been fruitful. When Martin mentioned that he still had the original bound script with his annotations, said Schaffner, “We’re like ‘Oh, we want that!’” The script will be on view, opened to a particular page. “That’s how we’re going to bring in the moment in the film where Martin, as Harris Telemacher, is holding forth in front of an abstract red color field painting at LACMA and talking about a puppy and a woman’s blouse and it’s all these things that you can’t see in the picture.”
    Appearing nearby will be Allen Ruppersberg’s self-published Greetings From LA (1972), which bills itself as a novel but is mostly blank pages.
    It’s threads like this that Davis and Schaffner hope to use to counter the notion that L.A. has been devoid of culture throughout its history. “It’s like, ‘Hello, isn’t cinema and movie-making culture?” asks Schaffner. “In the ’60s and ’70s you had all these artists who were happily living adjacent to Hollywood and cinema and making works that are often quite cinematic in their own ways.”
    Luchita Hurtado, Untitled (circa 1990). © The Estate of Luchita Hurtado. Courtesy the Estate of Luchita Hurtado and Hauser and Wirth. Photo: Keith Lubow.
    The film opens with a giant hot dog floating across the sky above sunbathers and loungers at a party.  The exhibition opens with a related theme via paintings that feature quintessentially Californian backyard swimming pools by Hockney, Fischl and Rawles. (That hot dog, the historic prop for the famous Tail O’ the Pup hot dog stand, now located on Santa Monica Boulevard, will be the site of the post-opening reception.)
    “We begin with pools,” said Davis. “It’s actually very exciting to see the Hockney in conversation with Calida Rawles. And then we move to highways, freeways, and landscape with the Ruscha and the Bradford, and then we come into the cultural space. Those great scenes in the movie that take place at LACMA, that’s where abstraction comes in.”
    A piece by Hurtado, who passed away in 2020 at the age of 99, is part of a series centered on the Santa Monica airport. It’s meant to evoke one of the final scenes of the movie, where extreme inclement weather fortuitously grounds the plane on which Telemacher’s love interest is set to leave the country.
    One of the “secret delights” that emerged during research for the show, said Schaffner, was when Martin revealed that the scene was inspired by a traditional Irish ballad in which a man wills the wind to rebuff the ship on which the love of his life has just departed.
    While Martin has loaned three works to the show, it will also include a commissioned work from Richard Prince based on a Martin Instagram post showing an iconic scene in which Telemacher gazes up at a talking roadside sign that throughout the film offers him guidance on his love life.
    Over the course of many conversations with Martin, as well as in doing their own due diligence, Davis says he and Schaffner also found that some figures who are known as New York artists who actually had their formative time in L.A. “Richard Prince made a number of his first ‘joke’ paintings one block from the gallery, in what was the old Regen Projects space,” said Davis.
    Schaffner noted a late 1990s headline from art critic Christopher Knight at a time when he wrote that L.A. had not written its history yet and compared it with cities that had done so, such as Berlin. Said Schaffner: “We are coming on this moment of Pacific Standard Time. Well, L.A. has been writing its history. There is this whole new L.A. story, and that’s also one of the many narratives of our exhibition.”
    “L.A. Story” opens at Hauser and Wirth in West Hollywood on September 12 and runs through January 4, 2025. More

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    Artist Carrie Moyer Pokes (Just a Little) Fun at Our Collective Anxieties

    Times are tough. Whether it’s the economy, politics, social issues, or the environment, news headlines are consistently grim but nevertheless, life must carry on. “How do we live with the level of anxiety we have right now?” asked Carrie Moyer from within the midst of Alexander Gray Associates where her newest show was being installed earlier this month. “Maybe from a space that’s quiet, joyful, or self-mocking, that maybe pokes fun a little bit at our anxieties.”
    Carrie Moyer. Photo: Taylor Miller. Courtesy of Alexander Gray Associates, New York.
    Though Moyer has worked with gallerist Alexander Gray for more than two decades, her solo show “Timber!” marks her first with the gallery. Comprised of new paintings and works on paper, the exhibition considers lived reality within the context of social and environmental instability and everything in between.
    “I’m one of those painters who wants to please the viewer, so I’m always thinking about pleasure. But I’m thinking about pleasure in terms of politics, in terms of a bodily experience,” Moyer explained. “My wife helps me a lot with titles, so we had many discussions about this, and we were thinking about ‘timber’ like from comics—this is what you’d say when you’re telling everyone to take cover. It has a kind of Pop inflection because it’s not really something you’d say, but you might see it in a comic book.”
    Installation view of “Carrie Moyer: Timber!” (2024). Photo: Dan Bradica. Courtesy of Alexander Gray Associates, New York.
    While Moyer describes the speech-balloon-inspired “Timber!” as encapsulating how she’s been feeling, in other words, like everything is falling apart (something surely felt by many), the show is far from pessimistic. Instead, vibrant, mixed-media compositions offer a playfully abstract macro exploration of movements and processes from the natural world—whether the churning of magma and shifting of tectonic plates or planetary orbits and atmospheric currents.
    In Tears on My Pillow (2024), the majority of the composition is overtaken by large swathes of color evoking elements of a landscape and draping tendrils, large black teardrop shapes rendered in sharp focus draw the eye. They reappear in larger number within Crying – Waiting – Hoping (2024) as well.
    “They’re big drops that look like tears, they’re cartoonish, crazy, huge. They’re drops of paint, but they’re almost like an emoji,” said Moyer. The layered meanings or interpretations of the motif—as drops of paint both symbolically and literally, or as tears—speaks to Moyer’s preoccupation with modes of legibility. “In my work I often mix these kinds of graphic things that seem extremely readable with things that are very process oriented as a way of confounding both ways of reading, melding them together,” Moyer said.
    Carrie Moyer, Tears on My Pillow (2024). Courtesy of the artist and Alexander Gray Associates, New York.
    It also brings to the fore Moyer’s penchant for experimenting with material and tapping its inherent origins and associations; apropos for a show that contemplates the end of the world, earthquakes, glacial shifts, and other doomsday paradigms. Paint pigments are frequently sourced from the earth like ochre or iron oxide, adding another layer of readability. In this new body of work, Moyer incorporates textural materials to her compositions, such as pumice in Tears on My Pillow, and powdered minerals from semi-precious stones, metal, and graphite in Etna’s Folly (2024). In a series of works on paper, salt has been delicately sprinkled over the piece, affecting the flow of watercolors and adding a distinctive texture to the surfaces.
    Installation view of “Carrie Moyer: Timber!” (2024). Photo: Dan Bradica. Courtesy of Alexander Gray Associates, New York.
    The addition of unexpected materials is not something new to Moyer’s practice. Since the late 1990s, she has regularly added glitter to her paintings with the aim of complicating the effects of abstraction as well as a means of exploring themes around gay identity. This early material experimentation was also deeply engaged with art history and traditional ideas of what made a painting “good.”
    “I don’t think this affects younger painters in the way that it did when I was younger, but it used to be that if you were painting acrylic paint, it needed to be flat. You couldn’t show a brush stroke. There were all these weird constraints and conventions that went along with the material itself,” the artist noted. Moyer’s present paintings continue to toy with these notions, including sealing textural materials under layers of paint, so the shadows cast from the disrupted flatness become physical, “contaminating” the formal elements.
    Carrie Moyer, Crying – Waiting – Hoping (2024). Courtesy of the artist and Alexander Gray Associates, New York.
    Citing a longstanding interest in the legacy of color field painting, which contrary to immaculate flatness instead sought to physically saturate the canvas, Moyer’s paintings frequently vacillate between sections of impenetrable opacity and sheer veils of poured paint—but, ultimately, this is only an illusion. Though many of the passages are poured, the paint doesn’t sit on raw canvas, there is gesso priming the canvas before it even touches the surface. The addition of three dimensional medium like fiber paste, which has a texture similar to paper, allows the surface to be built up, as can be seen in the oblong shapes dotting Crying – Waiting – Hoping, where the paint at times seamlessly envelopes masses and at others appears to drip off its ends. In a manner of speaking, the combination of elements results in a type of “painting joke.”
    “I grew up as a painter in this transition between the death of Modernism and Post-Modernism, so part of me has some set of conventions about what ‘real’ painting is and what painting does intellectually, physically, optically, but then also I’m like ‘Oh my god, listen to yourself!’ No one in good conscience could be strict about any of this anymore or take it too seriously.”
    Carrie Moyer, Mommy Long Legs (2024). Courtesy of the artist and Alexander Gray Associates, New York.
    Is the world ending? Maybe. Is contemporary lived reality overwhelming and anxiety inducing? Certainly. But continue we must. And it is at this juncture that Moyer finds a bit of humor in the situation. Collapsing the distance between human and cosmic scale, “Timber!” confronts a range of serious topics—from art historical canon to natural disaster—with a playfulness and repose that viewers can take a step back and take stock of the magnitude of their and the world’s situation, but perhaps too even have a small laugh at themselves. More

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    Skateboarding’s DIY Video Era Makes Its Way Into a Museum Show

    Before the GoPro and the cell phone camera, there was the handheld video recorder, and for the DIY world of skateboarding, it was a revelation.
    By the late 1980s, video recorders were smaller and more affordable than ever before, and the VHS-format videos they produced were at once artful projections of a burgeoning subculture (long before its 2020 debut in the Summer Olympics) and how-to guides for aspiring skaters. Freely circulated among participants and sold in skate shops, these wobbly, roughly cut, fisheye-lens videos defined the stylings of a generation.
    For the first time, the cultural, technical, and historical importance of these tapes has been placed at the center of an exhibition, taking place at the Museum of the Moving Image in Queens, New York. “Recording the Ride: The Rise of Street-Style Videos” brings together seminal examples from the late ’80s and ’90s alongside objects that tell the story.
    Keenan Milton and Aaron Meza at work in 1999. Photo: courtesy Blabacphoto.
    It might seem counterintuitive to gather artifacts of a cultural movement that was spontaneous and chaotic and whose proponents probably never envisioned being catalogued in a museum. But there’s plenty on offer: skateboards (affixed to the ceiling, no less), Polaroid photos shot by acclaimed photographer and filmmaker Spike Jonze, video recorders, period notes on paper scraps, and, of course, a load of tapes.
    R.B. Umali and Danny Supa, 1997. Photo: Sammy Glucksman.
    Such resourcefulness is, in part, due to the well-connected pair that pitched the show: Jacob Rosenberg, a West Coast filmmaker who shot video for the influential skateboarding company Plan B, and Michaela Ternasky-Holland, the daughter of Plan B founder Mike Ternasky. The hope was to curate a show around the 30th anniversary of Ternasky’s death, but the museum saw an opportunity to go bigger.
    “The impact of skate videos extends beyond the skateboard community to art, fashion, sports, music, film, and more,” said Barbara Miller, the museum’s deputy director for curatorial affairs, in press materials. “With our expansive view of the moving image as a reflection and building block of vernacular culture, MoMI is the ideal cultural institution to look at the origins of this essential genre.”
    Filming The Questionable Video (1992). Photo courtesy Sean Sheffey and Jacob Rosenberg.
    While “Recording the Ride” features footage from a range of skateboarding groups including H-Street, World Industries, Birdhouse, 411, and Zoo York, those of Plan B feature prominently. There’s behind-the-scenes footage from Video Days (1991) and a wealth of artifacts connected to The Questionable Video (1992) and Virtual Reality (1993), which are considered formative for the genre.
    One highlight is The Questionable Video, the first film Ternasky made after leaving skateboard brand H-Street. It shows some of the era’s most celebrated figures, including Rodney Mullen, Mike Carroll, and Danny Way, skating to music by the Beastie Boys, Louis Armstrong, and the Doors. As the opening montage wryly put it: “You have no idea what’s going to happen.”
    “Recording the Ride: The Rise of Street-Style Videos” is on view at the Museum of the Moving Image, Queens, New York, through January 26, 2025. More

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    How One of the Greatest Photographers Turned Against Photography

    I do love The Americans. When I’m feeling pensive, sometimes I open the book, and every time I find in Robert Frank’s photographic catalogue of ‘50s America a feeling of clarity about how to look at the world, something to take me out of myself.
    I can already imagine the curators of MoMA’s lovingly assembled “Life Dances On: Robert Frank in Dialogue” frowning at this intro. The exhibition’s selection of 200 works is about just about everything but The Americans, the six decades of work that Frank did after that classic achievement.
    Not having it in the mix is a little bit like a band refusing to play its biggest hit, but I actually appreciate the desire to focus on lesser-appreciated material. The reason I bring it up is that I think to understand what Frank was up to, it helps to know not just what he was trying to do, but also what he was trying to undo. And one of the things he was trying to undo was The Americans.
    “Life Dances On: Robert Frank in Dialogue” at the Museum of Modern Art. Photo by Ben Davis.
    Frank, who died in 2019, was born in Zurich in 1924. He apprenticed with photographers in his teens, so when he moved as a young man to New York, in 1947, he already had chops. He got work for Harper’s Bazaar doing light editorial work, but it was two Guggenheim grants that let him go on the 30-state road trip in the mid-‘50s that formed the foundation for The Americans, with its gorgeously forlorn vision of the United States in the Eisenhower/McCarthy era.
    Some early critics thought it was a foreigner’s unflattering take on his adopted home—funny now, because what stands out is how equipoised its mixture of alienation and tenderness is, how much poetry Frank gets from the materialism of midcentury U.S.A. Back in New York, he was part of the artist crowd around the Tenth Street galleries and the Beats, and MoMA’s show contains plenty of his images and collaborations with each. Writer Jack Kerouac, then at the peak of his post-On the Road fame, would do the book’s introduction, and The Americans took on a reputation as a definitive document of its time.
    This is more or less where “Life Dances On” starts. Among its first highlights is a fine series called “On the Bus,” which was first shown at MoMA the same year The Americans was published, in 1958. Superficially, it is similar: a sequence of images in the same gorgeous gelatin silver tones showing ordinary characters on the street, here shot from the window of a bus going down Fifth Avenue.
    Two works from Robert Frank’s “On the Bus” series (1958) in “Life Dances On: Robert Frank in Dialogue.” Photo by Ben Davis.
    But it’s very different. For all its everydayness, and its similar-seeming obsession with shooting from moving vehicles, The Americans was artfully sequenced and composed, each image striking a perfect, clear note that builds into a (minor-key) harmony. The “On the Bus” series aspires to being a field recording rather than a symphony, a document of passing through a place at a specific moment. Frank saw “On the Bus” as the end of something and the beginning of something else. It was.
    From then on, Frank began to exit conventional documentary photography. I cannot think of any other artist whose public profile shifted as dramatically, from being seen as popularly resonant in a Voice-of-a-Generation way to being seen as intensely hermetic, a complete artist’s artist. (Although his Beat cachet would bring him work shooting the Rolling Stones for 1972’s Exile on Main Street and Tom Waits for 1985’s Rain Dogs, which get their due in displays.)
    Images of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards by Robert Frank displayed in “Life Dances On: Robert Frank in Dialogue.” Photo by Ben Davis.
    Frank’s process of editing The Americans involved making 1,000 work prints from 767 rolls of film before making his final selections. You often see his contact sheets reproduced in discussions of the work—all the alternative angles on some scene and then the one famous image from the 83 in the final book, marked out by a red circle (the National Gallery of Art has some you can look at online). Notably, there are later works in “Life Dances On,” like Beauty Contest, Chinatown (1968), with its multiple stacked serial images of the same busy scene, that evoke exactly this raw visual source material.
    Distilling a long, lonely process of looking down to perfect, gem-like moments, Frank had created one of the great, magnetic accounts of postwar ennui—but thereafter it was as if he wanted to reverse the achievement by trying to welcome back into the picture all the life that he had previously edited out. The animating belief behind all of Frank’s experiments post-The Americans is that such documentary images participate in the alienation they document, rendering life cold.
    Robert Frank, Beauty Contest, Chinatown (1968) in “Life Dances On: Robert Frank in Dialogue” at MoMA. Photo by Ben Davis.
    Thus, the world-in-motion of “On the Bus” augured Frank turning to the moving image, mainly to odd and difficult art films. The first of these, Pull My Daisy (1959)—shown via a clip and a cluster of stills—was a collaboration with artist Alfred Leslie. It features narration by Kerouac laid over somewhat shapeless scenes of an apartment meet-up of art people. The cast included poets Allen Ginsburg and Gregory Corso and painters Alice Neel and Larry Rivers. Coming after Frank’s deep and deliberate marination in alienation, Pull My Daisy is most interesting in the way it reads as an almost theorem-like reversal, making a direct virtue of intimate community and messy conviviality.
    As for Frank’s subsequent non-moving-image work—the bulk of this show’s cargo—he made photo collages (like Pablo and Sandy, 1979) and landscapes assembled from multiple stitched-together pictures (Mabou Mines, 1971-72). He photographed his own photographs, hung from clotheslines in nature, thereby literally animating them with the surrounding environment (Bonjour—Maestro, Mabou, 1974). He did a lot of scratching lines or scrawling words directly onto the image surface, emphasizing its psychological character (Hold Still—Keep Going, 1989). He spent a lot of time on correspondence that itself can be seen as diaristic mail art (Sarah Greenough has a lovely essay about this in the catalogue).
    Frank’s change of style coincided with a change of content and scenery. After making his name documenting the United States of America, Frank moved to the tiny rural community of Mabou, far out on Cape Breton Island in the east of Canada, in 1970. (An image of a wispy, almost-alive snowdrift swamping a Nova Scotia landscape from 1981 may be the most visually arresting in the show.) From his sprawling, restless tour of the byways of the U.S., he went to rooting in small-town life. Late in life, he made a film that simply followed along on the local paper delivery route, much to the bemusement of fellow Mabou residents, who weren’t sure why this was interesting.
    Robert Frank, Storm in Mabou, New Year (1981) in “Life Dances On: Robert Frank in Dialogue” at MoMA. Photo by Ben Davis.
    Most importantly in terms of Frank’s reversals and negations, The Americans was read as the emanation of a collectivity as much as a product of a personal vision (as the title suggests). It was first published in a French version as Les Américains, with Frank’s pictures accompanied by quotations from the likes of Benjamin Franklin, Walt Whitman, and Richard Wright—textual ornamentation wisely eliminated from the U.S. version to allow the images to speak on their own and of their moment. By contrast, almost all of the work in “Life Dances On” feels turned away from social life, deeply in Frank’s head—even when it is literally looking out the window. Landscapes, interiors, and still lifes are all presented as containers of intimate, half-divulged symbolism.
    In Laura Israel’s documentary about Frank, Don’t Blink (2015), you see footage of him addressing a college class in the early ’70s. He fields a question about why his work has become so hard to penetrate. “I am looking for something,” he says defiantly, “and if my films are in no way as successful to almost all people as my photographs are, it just makes me look harder, to express it stronger and better. Maybe I’ll never get there. I’m just happy that I am looking for it.”
    And Frank did seem, on some level, to find happiness in his journey inwards. If “Life Dances On” nevertheless leaves behind the impression of melancholy, it’s because life itself remains stubbornly full of sorrow.
    Frank outlived both his children. His son, Pablo, suffered from schizophrenia and died by suicide, in his 40s, in 1994. His daughter, Andrea, lost her life in a freak plane crash, aged 21, in 1974.
    As I left the MoMA, I thought suddenly of one of the better-known images in The Americans, titled Crosses on Scene of Highway Accident, U.S. 91, Idaho: scrubby grass, a placeless stretch of road, and three small cross-shaped markers crudely mounted on pieces of rebar thrust into the earth. It’s powerful because the memorial is so anonymous and so unremarkable. A flare of light descends from the sky, seeming to intimate something spiritual. But because the crosses are angled away, the feeling the photo conveys is of them being sped past, forgotten at the moment of their revelation, memory a victim of the same speed that kills.
    Robert Frank, Mabou (1977), showing his personal monument to his daughter. Photo by Ben Davis.
    Two decades later, Frank would make a series of works to memorialize Andrea. Some, in mournful black and white, show abstract shapes, evidently bits of wood and stones he built up in the landscape as a personal mourning ritual, then photographed to give them permanence (his exact explanation, quoted in the catalogue, remains a bit obscure to me). Another, a collage, features a photo of Andrea smiling, inset in a grid. Some of its squares are blank; some contain hazy picture fragments adding up to the outline of the family’s Mabou house. And in one of the squares, Frank has written these words: “for my daughter Andrea who died in an airplane crash in Tical in Guatemala on Dec 23 last year. She was 21 years and she lived in this house and I think of Andrea every day.”
    Frank’s photos of the improvised memorials feel so personal as to remain mysterious. But the collage with her face is so direct that it is almost like witnessing unprocessed grief or reading a page from a diary.
    As an image, that sad roadside memorial from The Americans is the more reverberant testament to the modern experience of death. But as a form of coping with that experience—of inhabiting a consciousness that actually refuses to speed away from the tragedy—the Mabou works are the more meaningful. Their imperfection is something like the beautiful unguarded ugliness of someone’s face as they let themselves weep. More