Interview with Michael Auping: “Declaring Space” Nov.’07

Posted in Glasstire, Visual Art on February 23rd, 2009 by Titus

(I was just looking for this old interview and realized it never made it from Glasstire to my site. So for sake of archiving…)

I recently sat down with Michael Auping, chief curator at the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth, to discuss (among other things) Declaring Space, his revelatory exhibition of four artists who attempted to modernize our very conception of space itself. Featuring Lucio Fontana, Yves Klein, Barnett Newman, and Mark Rothko, this exhibition marks the first time these artists have been brought together in this way, and they’ve perhaps never looked better.

Titus O’Brien: Congratulations on a wonderful show. The Modern continues to be one of my favorite museums in the country. I have noticed since I’ve been in the area the last three years that the Modern seems to have a certain focus on sort of grand, almost heroic late modern masters; like Philip Guston, Anselm Kiefer, Sean Scully, and now the four artists in Declaring Space.

Michael Auping: Maybe that’s a reflection of my age, knowing at this point that I can’t do everything. When I was a young curator I thought I could do everything. I would do two shows a year. Now I do a show every three years. I tend to look at art harder now. I’m not as easily seduced by the next new thing. I take my time to engage more classic statements.

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This and following images are installation views
of Declaring Space.

I also think that this show has a little something to do with the current context right now. The artists in this show were incredibly ambitious and boldly romantic. It’s harder to find that kind of art now. Maybe that’s for the better, maybe it’s for the worse, I don’t know. Some say it’s because of 9/11: people retrench, artists retreat a little bit—become more conservative. But this show has been on my mind since I was at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, where they have one of the great collections of international abstraction from the 1950s. I’ve always wanted to do this show. To my mind, it represents a very intense moment in the metaphysics of abstraction. It could be thought of as the high renaissance of abstraction. Maybe we need to be reminded of a moment like that now.

TO: It does seem very timely. In the past couple decades, the “head-y,” postmodern climate found these guys really sort of unfashionable. Their pronouncements and stated goals were so profoundly metaphysical, transpersonal, mystical even – seriously no-no territory for a long time.

But as you say, 9-11 has acted as some sort of watershed. We’ve seen a kind of burgeoning romanticism and longing for authenticity. It seems, though, almost like a pastiche, with all the mushrooms, fairies, deer, skulls, needlepoint, etc. It doesn’t feel very confident. Can you say more about what you think makes this show timely in this environment?

MA: It’s timely only in the sense that artists right now seem so caught up in their own minutiae, and in their own little products which can be sold at the growing number of art fairs to new collectors who seem to create an overwhelming demand in the market. That’s fine to a point, but artists also need time to think and reflect. Their role in society is not to produce product but to act as visual philosophers who ask big questions. Rothko, Newman, Fontana, and Klein are of a generation of artists that thought larger. I think they are good models for younger artists to look at today.

TO: I have to say that as I get older these works do start to look different. Their gravity (thinking especially of Rothko and Newman) is attractive. With that softly lit, chapel-like gallery, I’ve never seen so many Rothkos displayed so well. The bodies of the other artists’ work look great too, and create a fascinating dialog with each other. I wanted to ask you how intimately involved you are in the installation process.

MA: Probably more intimately involved than our installers would like (laughs). I work very hard on the installation of art. It tells more about the meaning behind the artist’s intentions than any essay or wall label. It’s a very practical thing. You simply have to make the effort to get to know the artist and their work – what it calls for, what it needs to exist on its own terms. I read a lot of letters by Rothko, for example, and I think he understood by the end that shining a lot of light on his paintings was the worst way to experience them.

TO: Yeah, I’d actually almost forgotten that a Rothko could work, they’re normally lit and hung so badly.

Image MA: Our initial thought is that to see more color we need to shine more light on something, and that’s not true. If an artist uses color properly, the color will to a certain extent burn under its own fuel. You don’t need to add a lot more gasoline to the fire. This is especially so with Rothko. I took all the lights down and looked at the art. With our minimal skylights, it wasn’t dark, but more like twilight. I aimed one light in the center of each picture. That’s not much considering how large some of these paintings are. Rothko was trying to create a situation where the color was vibrating in the room. So, by not lighting all the walls up it allows the edges of the paintings to blend with the space, and if you allow that to happen, the paintings and the space become one thing. Also, he was one of the first to allow paint to spill over on the edge of his canvas so if you look at the side you’ll see paint on the side. To my mind, that was an indication of his engagement with the wall.

TO: In terms of the lighting, I’m reminded of that Caravaggio in Kansas City which, if you’re sneaky, you can flip the lights off and see it much more as it was meant to be.

MA: Yes. Frescoes in many Italian churches were not lit by anything other than ambient light, sometimes a candle or two. The artists knew that was the way they would be seen, and they painted the light into the painting accordingly. With abstraction it’s also important how these paintings are lit and installed.

TO: Looking at work of this period (the 1950s), you notice there is this shift from the depicted romanticism of say, Caspar David Friedrich or the American landscape tradition to the works of these artists, where the viewer now becomes the figure in the landscape.

MA: Yes. Somehow that romantic impulse was inherited by abstraction, and the mystery of what Rothko called “an unknown space.” And that unknown space remains a mystery after all this time. I was saying to someone the other night, its incredible that abstraction is almost 100 years old. When something is 100 years old it’s an antique. In some ways these paintings exist as modernist relics of an ancient religion. I really think that the middle fifties constitutes the high point of abstraction. Yet we still haven’t solved the mystery of that space.

TO: You compare this to our moment, where there is a toying with romanticism, but its almost embarrassed, or ironic. It’s a return to that earlier depiction or representation of it. There is a lot of overt referencing to it, to Friederich for instance; it’s all over the place.

MA: Well, it may not be the moment to be romantic. This may be a good time to remember a time when you could be. Anyway, great moments in art often occur around wartime situations; who knows what will occur.

Also, it’s not as if there is nothing left of this romantic transcendentalism. Rothko, Newman, Fontana, and Klein did leave a legacy that we can see today. Newman’s zips were magnificently transformed into Walter de Maria’s stainless steel poles which electrify his monumental Lightning Field. Can you imagine a Jim Turrell being created without the knowledge of Rothko or Yves Klein?

TO: The large Klein IKB monochrome on the wall starts to float just like a Turrell when you stand in front of it. I was noting recently that Olafur Eliasson seems like a natural heir to Donald Judd and that group.

MA: Yes. He is also in debt to the generation before Judd, whether he knows it or not. I assume he does.

TO: I like how the show ends with Klein, the youngest artist of the four, obviously pointing the way to the revolutions in art in the sixties and seventies. Op art, conceptual art, happenings, Fluxus, etc.

MA: You might say, pun intended, Klein makes the biggest leap of all four. In this show, he is the most radical.

TO: Do you find that there is any particular distinction between these artists culturally, with two Americans and two Europeans?

MA: Certainly this exhibition begs a question like that. Bringing this group of artists together is somewhat controversial because we think of European and American art as being very separate structures. It’s also viewed as a competitive situation. Of course, the typical historical take is that the US triumphed after the war and the European contribution was just a footnote. There is no question that abstract expressionism or the New York School, as it is also known, had an incredible international impact. But in terms of this idea of opening and expanding the space of abstraction, the Europeans were very much engaged as well. They made important contributions, Fontana and Klein in particular.

TO: The palettes of Newman and Rothko are more sober, saturnine – morose even. Klein and Fontana seem more whimsical in a way.

MA: Maybe not whimsical. Lighter maybe, with those starburst sorts of colors…and in terms of color, Klein’s love affair with blue is very French. It’s kind of tongue-in-cheek, there’s evidence of a sense of humor for a Frenchman to invent his own blue.

TO: Humor seems to be a part of Klein, in particular, and even in Fontana to some extent, where its nowhere near in Rothko or Newman.

Image MA: The Americans were “painters,” and in many ways more conservative. They engaged the tradition and tools of painting, probably because they didn’t have a long tradition of their own. They were single-handedly, and soberly, creating a new American painting in the context of this grand spatial democracy. The Europeans were more skeptical and advanced conceptually, and in terms of their awareness of art history. Fontana, for example, was very conscious of the fact that Italians invented perspective in painting. That absolutely changed the nature of space in painting. By slicing through the surfaces of his canvases, he also created another dimension for painting.

Fontana was also intensely aware of space exploration in the 1950s. He felt that painting should be an intrinsic part of expanding our consciousness about space—how it is defined and perceived. Klein was also very futuristic in his approach. He believed that space was the ultimate medium and that in a perfect world gravity would not exist. People would float around the planet, completely unburdened by their past. His famous leap off a second-story ledge in Paris was a leap into a future, mystical concept of space.

TO: There is a curious dichotomy between the Ron Mueck show that just closed, after setting all kinds of attendance records for the Modern, and this one.

MA: The attendance has actually been quite good for Declaring Space, considering the fact that it is a fairly philosophical exhibition. This show won’t travel to any other museums—it’s too expensive to insure—so people are coming here from out of town. The coupling of two shows like these really highlights the fact that today’s contemporary museum is addressing many different communities. The Ron Mueck show had a “wow” factor that very few shows can match. People—many of whom have never been to a museum before—came to witness Ron’s technical skills. I can’t tell you how many times I was asked, “How did he make those figures look so real?” Dazzling us with technical skill—and Ron is one of the best—is a form of entertainment, and many younger artists today understand that entertainment is a valid aspect of the art experience. Declaring Space is more esoteric and a little more difficult to deal with. It doesn’t provide a specific skill or image to hold on to. It creates a space that forces you back on yourself. That has always been an important aspect of art. One is like going to the movies. The other is like going to church.

TO: Do you think the general public really understands the issues brought up by Declaring Space? How much does that matter to you?

MA: I don’t really think about the public when I’m planning a show. What is “the public”? There are communities with varying degrees of interest and education…I think mostly about artists when I’m putting a show together—what they will think. They are smarter than the public about art. They know how to understand subtle narratives. I’d like to think our job is to be smart rather than appeal to the lowest common denominator.

TO: Do you think about the kind of institution you’re wanting to create—like what kind of niche or brand the Modern has as opposed to other institutions around the country or world?

MA: I’m conscious of what they do, but I think it’s important for museums to be unique, and not try to be MoMA, or the Walker, even if it means doing things that are not “hip” or of the moment. You have to do things you think are unique. I think our exhibition program is unique, for better and worse. You can’t be unique and make everybody happy.

TO: You can’t talk about art today without money coming up. What are your observations about money and art today?

MA: We’re in a gluttonous time in the world. I think people should be nervous. I know I am. I was just in China, and I did dozens of studio visits. It’s like America in the twenties, in terms of trying to develop the concept of an avant-garde. In the twenties and thirties, Americans knew about the radical developments taking place in Europe, but we didn’t yet know how to find our own radical nature. We copied Picasso and Matisse. In China, all the artists are looking to the West, and doing quite good impressions of Nauman or Kiefer or Warhol; but it’s just a sort of mannerism. As was true in America, it is a country with a lot of money and a lot of contemporary art; unfortunately, not much of it is very good.

In the world in general there is simply more money, and certainly more artists than there have ever been. But it’s like a garden. If you give it lots and lots of water many things will grow, and among them, quite a few weeds. What we have here is a garden out of control. There needs to be more emphasis on quality, not quantity. The museum, like the critic, must be discriminating.

TO: What are you working on next?

MA: I’m not sure yet. I’m just enjoying this one for now. I’m a little nervous, anticipating the next idea. But I don’t need to know for another few months. The next show won’t be for another two years.

Eric Trich/”Dallas Art-, er, Terrorist Siros” Post Script, et finis

Posted in Eric Trich/Siros, Uncategorized on February 21st, 2009 by Titus

someone sent me some images from Trich’s latest mailing extravaganza. Wake up and smell the, uh, genius.

“Mentored by Siros.

Inspired by Caravaggio.

Collected by Art Lovers.”

Seriously? Are these people even from Earth? It’s like “Coneheads Conquer the Artworld”.

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Hey – collectors only, ok? Lookie-loos, stay home!

A press release states: “The exhibit will feature paintings and sculptures on loan from the collections of Bill and Heather Esping, Brad Johnson, Mark Murphy, R. Keith Nordin, H.I.H. Princess Sarvenaz Pahlavi and Jeff and Jan Rich, as well as the private collection of SGA Enterprises and a private collection in London.” Despite any royal titles, these alleged Trich owners all seem to live in Dallas.

Beware, pseudo-art buying public. I get thankful emails from people who keep encountering Siros, and instead of just listening to his own estimation of his and Trich’s lofty art world standing, they look online, and find only these woeful stories (Siros did say I’m costing him millions.) What happened with these other people remains a mystery. You can fool some of the people some of the time…a fool and his money…a sucker born every minute…etc. Are they aware of their use as fluffers in Siros’ Madoff-ian ponzi scheme?

Maybe, as incredible as it may seem, they just liked his art, in which case, what can you say? Carry on. Enjoy.

Hey Eric, here’s a perfect Caravaggio for your tutelage,  right there in Fort Worth. But he must know this. Suddenly, the “inspiration” is so clear!

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In the press materials I’m told are blanketing Dallas, there are also some full-page testimonials by other satisfied Trich collectors. Never seen that before, but ok. One of them is from Kevin Shook, who had signed the letters threatening to sue me before as “president” of SGA Enterprises (New York, Los Angeles, Dallas) and London-Tokyo Investment Group (the empire needed to be global.) These are the front “companies” concocted to push Trich, and now the largest purported “collectors” of his art in their own press materials. I get the impression he is Siros’ main (only?) co-conspirator in the dissemination of Trich’s product. What a reputable, independent recommendation…

But SGA is movin’ on up. Their address used to just be in a run down apartment complex in Uptown Dallas. Now they share a suite in the upscale Highland Park Village shopping mall with any number of other hazy, acronymed companies, doubtless without signs on the door. I love Google.

Shook has a profile on Rebuild the Party.com (how am I not surprised he’s a Bush-ite? Oops – its down now, two weeks later), and had some criticism for a Frontline report on Iran (homeland of Siros, and one wonders, Shook?) It also reveals that the “International Canadian Academy – Kobe, Japan”, among his 2 educational credentials – listed above his blurb, one presumes, to impress upon us his art authority – is a grade school. This short CV doesn’t include a law degree, so it’s even less clear why he was chosen to act as the muscle behind the legal-ese-y letter speciously threatening to sue me before (signing it “K.R. Shook,” which really does sound scarier than Kevin.)

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Hey Kevin – what about my freedom of expression? You and Siros didn’t seem to find it all that precious…

Another page comes from Nancy Harte, whose only presence online is a series of new age/astrology/wicca/kabbalah Dallas-area-hook-up webpages – including one devoted to Ken Wilber, of course. Says Harte: “As for the young Eric, I saw that twinkle in his Irish eyes. I was frozen by his natural talent, raw passion, the combination of realism with pop and the bolt of energy in his work…One can’t help but just to be amazed by his intellect and innate talent played across his canvases with confident sporadic placed instinct.”

Huh-wha?

They’re all obviously having a good time together in this art star fantasy (with shows to date at a community college, a branch library, a golf charity auction, and a church). Whatever. Go crazy. I’m sorry I burst the party bubble, but it seems tenaciously able to regenerate itself.

Good luck with the glossy mailers and death threats, Siros. How is all that workin for ya?

Siros, in a glamtastic, Warhol-thefting days. Click image for link to his website, "under construction."

A New Romantic Siros, in earlier glamtastic, Warhol-thefting days. Click image for link to the image source, his website, now many months "under construction."

Gerald Peters Gallery is dead; long li…eh, good riddance

Posted in Eric Trich/Siros, Glasstire on February 14th, 2009 by Titus
I’ve demonstrated little aptitude for political correctness on this blog, so let me not pretend now to hide any sense of my mild, if still distasteful, satisfaction on just reading of the demise of Gerald Peters Gallery’s Dallas operation (he’s still said to be pedaling in NYC and Santa Fe). They shut their doors for good today, in fact.
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(image source: CADD )

When I was writing about art for the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, on balance GPG fared well from me. I seem to remember writing four times about shows there, only once negatively. But that one review was so relentlessly brutal, I received comments about it for months – surprisingly, all appreciative.
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(Another masterpiece from Carbonell, once subject of my wrath. Yeah, I’d hide my face and weep too, Santiago. Let it out, my friend, let it out.)

However, the real reason there was only one bad review was because I refused to waste my biweekly mandate to write about new art in North Texas  (later monthly, as newspaper fortunes dimmed) on the dreck typically featured in GP’s contemporary space. It was consistently heinous enough that I simply stopped going altogether. Too painful.

The story on the KERA arts website
quotes Peters as saying that the departure of director Ashley Tatum was the knock-out blow in the gallery’s 15 round bout with the Dallas art scene (Peters already has a rep for losing cherished directors.) My only personal familiarity with Tatum comes by way of the Siros/Trich snafu of 2007-8, when I eventually ending up trying to find out what the their relationship was to Eric Trich.

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As many will remember, I tossed off what looks in retrospect like a relatively generous critique of some bizarre promo materials for Trich’s to-date only gallery exhibition, at Richland Community College (I’ve since heard from nearly every other gallery in Dallas that they had been approached by Siros with the opportunity to launch Trich, and had refused to touch that mess with the proverbial 10 footer.)


A fold-out ‘catalog’ and list of works for the show had said nearly all of it was “shown courtesy of Gerald Peters Gallery,” and Ashley Tatum was thanked specifically (since then, glossy oversize mailers promoting Siros/Trich works donated to charity auctions have become a running joke among their artworld recipients in Dallas.)
(image: a revealingly vacant-looking Trich, from his website.)

Months after my intial post on Glasstire, Trich long forgotten, Siros appears out of nowhere, going nutsoid on the phone with anyone he could think I might be associated with, including galleries, the paper, the university where I was teaching, on and on. I really got under this guy’s skin. A few days later he blanketed Texas with hefty packets of fraudulent info about hapless Trich’s fictional collectors and accomplishments, including alongside it all my critique, by-hand-highlighted copies of my bio from this website, and pictures of my work found online, all in a freakish, desperate attempt (and at no little cost) to get me fired, scared, or shamed into silent submission. Instead, I did what no one else had apparently bothered to do, which was simply start making some phone calls.

About the same time, an only slightly more exclusive letter, baselessly threatening to sue me, was sent to employers past and present, friends, colleagues, my wife c/o her gallery, etc; also cc’d was Ashley Tatum c/o GP Gallery. So I made one of my first calls to her to get the skinny. She wouldn’t take it, but assistant director Karen Fedri said there was no official connection with Trich, while acknowledging some sort of relationship with Siros. The “courtesy”s in the catalog were  “a favor to him,” she somewhat astoundingly admitted.

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(Trich with Beshears portrait)

This, of course, is fraud (however oblique); an attempt to fabricate some kind of stature in order to increase, or in this case just create out of thin air, an artist’s market value. Fedri got pretty riled when I pointed this out, but stammering, she could muster no explanation, short of saying I should talk to their lawyers. Later, I found a story on Art for The Bridge, a charity set up by Fedri, Tatum, and Priscilla Beshears, who are pictured together. We know Beshears is about the only real art collector who verifiably owns a Trich; she was quoted in those early People Newspaper reports before Trich even had the Richland show. The connections start to seem a little clearer.

The more I looked into Siros and Trich’s other claims, the more bullshit I found. I documented all of this thoroughly in a series of tedious, blow-by-blow reports on Glasstire.com – Siros’ continually morphing front company, the fabricated newspaper articles, the fake collections, the hazy untraceable coterie of “investors”, etc. Gerald Peters Gallery was clearly complicit in this clunky con. I guess none of them ever thought anyone else would look carefully enough to sus it out.

By the way, you can no longer find those stories in their original context on Glasstire (though they are still here, on this site.) After those letters threatening legal action, save for a few more bad promo mailers that they made sure Glasstire and I received, not much was heard from them until 6 months later. I certainly had nothing more to say about it (save writing Trich requesting he stop sending me their garbage – he predictably denied any responsibility.) In November, out of the blue Siros called Rainey Knudson, Glasstire founder/owner, claiming my (admittedly pretty pathetic) investigative reportage had cost him “millions of dollars” [if true, which is impossible, justice lives], demanding once more that the stories be removed. She refused. Then, losing his cool, he shrieked he’d kill her if she didn’t comply. She hung up and called the cops, just as I had at one point. Once again, they said there was nothing they could do.

So she took my posts down (this one too, which was briefly posted by another editor there before being pulled). On the one hand, I don’t really blame her. Who wants this kind of headache? Especially with her responsibilities; she’s a very busy woman, doing what is probably a pretty thankless series of tasks. I do feel bad about her ending up in Siros’ cross hairs (may they remain symbolic.) I’ve been there. All this drama, for what? I do wonder, though, how other news or information outlets would handle a similar situation. What are our responsibilities as a writers, if not quite journalists? Do we let terrorists have the final say (and what else do these kind of tactics make him?) This information needs to be accessible. Let me keep costing these bozos money – as if anyone is buying, their stories or their art.

And they are still at it. I received one of those aforementioned fliers from Siros/Trich last September,  for the last Art for the Bridge auction. It was soliciting early bids for a work by each of them. Apparently, according to themselves, a Siros’ painting is worth $28,000 (for an artist with no verifiable exhibition history at all), a Trich $25,000 (whose one solo galery show was at a community college). Both artists were shown “courtesy of” a gallery, but in Paris this time: Galerie Deborah Zalman. She is also quoted in the flier extolling their “hopeful, post-humanist vision.”  Unsurprisingly, they are not listed among the gallery’s artists on the website. I couldn’t resist, so I emailed this gallery asking if they represented these two. I didn’t receive a response; however, it was just a few weeks later when Siros called and threatened Rainey. Coincidence?

And more twisted synchronicity: in the same flier, there is a senseless one liner from LA Weekly art critic and curator Peter Frank (“For Siros, he has got a tiger by the tail and for Eric, he has got the tiger by the whisker” – ?) who wrote an intro for a book of the art of “Cosmic Messiah” ADI DA! AAAAHHH! It’s a friggin conspiracy of egoically-inflated, aesthetic dunces.

The Circus is still rolling, about to rock the Big D with more prodigious genius, at another choice venue (oddly, a mega-church this time, one unusually left-leaning for Texas, in a project they host called “Art for Peace & Justice.” Ah, bittersweet irony…)

The thin silver lining to that hypocritically dark cloud is that they apparently won’t be able to list the work “courtesy of Gerald Peters Gallery” any longer.

Narcissism, greed, and aching mediocrity. He is a boy for our times...

Narcissism, greed, and aching mediocrity. He is indeed a boy of the times...image is probably copyright SGA Enterprises Inc or whoever, so if it is, there you go. Don't sue me, pleeease!

MLK Day, Pomes n Such

Posted in Glasstire, Visual Art on January 30th, 2009 by Titus
I recently made passing comment on the pitfalls of art/mental jadedness. But jade is actually gorgeous. They used to wrap Chinese emperor corpses in it to insure immortality. A pinch of well honed skepticism can be the antidote to many forms of muddledness.
But in the interest of keeping the heart humidity from becoming too arid in the winter dry, some mystic Sufi poetry is sometimes called for, by god – I mean, Allah. Just ran across this…
All The Hemispheres

Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out

Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.

Open up to the Roof.
Make a new water-mark on your excitement
And love.

Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
And giving
Upon our intimate assembly.

Change rooms in your mind for a day.

All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.

Greet Yourself
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
Back home.

All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
Chatting

While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of
You.

~ Hafiz ~

(The Subject Tonight is Love – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)

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Also – RIP Nanao Sakaki, Japanese poet and champion Earth walker, who died last month in Japan, age 86 or 87. He lived for years in the mountains around Taos, and travelled widely across the North American continent, mainly on foot. Despite having been accused of being one by Foucault-worshippers in college (who must not have known any), I’m prone to taking hippies to task, but mainly those branded suburban misguided-nostalgia junkies who are so ripe for satire.
Though credited with being the godfather of the Japanese hippie movement (which I can only imagine was small), Sakaki was really some other kind of throwback to, like, the pleistocene, or Tang dynasty Chinese Taoist hermit poets.
His most well-known poem, and a personal fave:
If you have time to chatter
Read books
If you have time to read
Walk into mountain, desert and ocean
If you have time to walk
Sing Songs and dance
If you have time to dance
Sit quietly
you Happy Lucky Idiot

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Winter Road Trip part 3: Yes Man (from Glasstire)

Posted in Glasstire, Visual Art on January 30th, 2009 by Titus
Denver was a great town to grow up in (or near), but I intuited early on (by, like, age 5) that the place was long on open space and natural beauty, and short on cultural refinement. But heck, less than a hundred years before I was born (right downtown in actual fact), Denver City was little more than a stopover for miners to get supplied, and laid, on their way into the hills.
Since I left it 20 years ago, the Broncos finally turned into winners and the metroplex grew 5-fold. The skyline is impressive, the downtown vital, the public transport is a joy to use, and they have one of the most sane, progressive mayors in the US. All in all, I really like the place, and am not averse to the idea of moving back sometime.
But what’s with the art scene? The galleries are perpetually lame, reflecting a certain backward regional bent for cut steel spirals, bright-colored dated abstraction (think 1980’s), glossy soulless photorealism, lumpen cast iron and bronze – you know what I’m talking about. I know there are exceptions, but on the whole, its no mecca for aspiring art heroes. And that brings me back to the Denver Art Museum. I won’t rehash my complaints from a year ago, but suffice it to say its not gotten any better, and it may indeed (if possible) be worse.
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(Core Gallery, Denver)
It’s an absolute headache-inducing travesty of a nightmare of a horror show of a crime of a post-modern architectural/artistic apocalypse. It saddens me to say that it might be the museum that Denver deserves – in so far that it embodies the latent rinky-dink cowtown aesthetic that seems to percolate up through the arid mile-high earth. Maybe it’s just too nice there, the mountainous backdrop too ennobling, the lean, active residents too bent on mountain biking or rock climbing or skiing as their existential communion.
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Good art always seems to be tinged with at least a modicum of self-conscious morbidity – maybe partly why it seems to thrive in harsher, more difficult environs. When that morbidity is less conscious, you have advertising, amusement parks, pornography, cruises, ski resorts, interior design, and buildings like the Denver Art Museum, which looks increasingly like it aspires to be some conflation of the former.
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(more good installation decisions. Yes, that wall is angling sharply away…)
Enough abuse. They at least recently put on the best museum show of a mid-career painter I’ve seen in years. That it was of a German comes as no surprise. I’ve seen a few Daniel Richters in person over the years, and bunches in reproduction. Nothing prepared me, though, for the giddy joy I experienced confronted by a few dozen of his enormous intensely-hued canvases, exuberantly, fearlessly executed; in turns hilarious and not a little terrifying, if for nothing else than their ambition.
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Of course it was all the more surprising when you consider the signage as you enter the space. I don’t know whose idea it was, but I’ll blame the curators, because it was completely out of keeping with the work inside, and completely in keeping with the rest of the museum. It’s tempting to make drug accusations, but their twisted notion of how art should be presented is maybe a errant vision of the “wacky ideas” they think people on drugs might be having.
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dam5.jpgThe weird signage, which sadly carries over onto the show catalog cover, colors the work in absolutely the wrong light, creating associations with some kind of psychedelic nostalgia. If that’s operating in the work (which I grant is quite possible inasmuch as the work seems to be about nearly everything), it’s the absolutely least interesting or insightful subtext.
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I bought the catalog. Sadly, the experience simply doesn’t translate. The plates just act as slight reminders of how stunning the impact was in person. The scale is certainly a factor. Most of the paintings are Renaissance/Ab Ex huge, many towering above you or necessitating walking back and forth, toward and away to fully grasp. The nature of Richter’s paint handling regularly inspires use of the word “virtuosic”; he does seem capable of almost any effect, and determined to get every last one somewhere into every painting, along with every color combination, and every last image wrung out of his fevered conscious and subconscious (personal and collective.) But it feels less showy, heroic, or theatrical than driven by sheer exuberant love of paint and its history.
As with Peter Doig (a painter with whom comparisons are inevitable and potentially instructive; I’d say Richter is deeper, and a lot more fun), there is a surprising fondness for those formerly outré symbolist maestros Ensor, Redon, and above all Munch, who Richter seems to channel with such deftness and tenacity that it elicits accusations of possible reincarnation. My boredom with my sophomoric attempts at aping these same artists led me to stop painting altogether and make objects. It’s a measure of Richter’s courage and (dare I say) genius that he abandoned the safety of his earlier “pure” abstraction to resurrect this kind of “dated,” even adolescent figuration, and while it often still verges on the cringe-inducing, his success is made all the more triumphant for a high-wire act carried out veritably dancing on a razor-thin cable of intellectual unfashionability. And make no mistake – his paintings are each and every one near disasters: in technique as much as content, which in most cases is, ironically, depicting some kind of disaster.
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I almost can’t believe I’m championing this stuff. Another artist referencing CD Friedrich? F*** off! Another painter carelessly raiding the historical icebox in the midnight of our discontent? Gack. More “difficult” Leipzig noodly anti-painting post-abstraction? Noooooo! But that’s the thing – Richter’s paintings just say yes. Yes to sentimentality, yes to story, yes to humor, yes to trends, yes to virtuosity, yes to stupidity, yes to Romanticism, yes to ambition, yes to sarcasm, yes to nature, yes to comic books & heavy metal, yes to terror, yes to allegory, yes to shit, yes to transcendence, yes to the apocalypse, yes to joy, yes to life, yes to death.

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