Last Days for Chris Burden at New Museum

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The Chris Burden retrospective at the New Museum ends January 12, so if you’ve been meaning to go see it, now is the time. The documentation of his painful, well-known 1970s performances, like when he had someone shoot him, are well done and fill a void in purposefully little documented events. Rather flat, almost terse voiceovers by the artist looking back and describing these past performances feel particularly intimate as they play over footage of Burden inching over broken glass or setting out to sea in a canoe with a gallon of water that would save his life. However, most of the museum (which you can make your way down from the top in a less elegant version of the Guggenheim spiral) is devoted to large, show-stopping works.

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Case in point: All the Submarines of the United States of America is a gallery-sized installation of 625 suspended cardboard submarines. A wall of the gallery (seen here) names each of the submarines represented in the exhibition. Without the voiceovers, or other direction, you are left to sift through the possible political meanings of the work. (The submarines have been very popular on Instagram lately.)

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Sharing the gallery with the submarines, A Tale of Two Cities is a miniature reconstruction of two city-states at war with each other. Made out of thousands of toys, the details of the installation can only be seen through he binoculars set up along the perimeter. Or, was the case when I was there, perhaps through a camera lens.

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Mike Kelley at PS1

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The Mike Kelley show at PS1, up through February 2,  is a big show. As Holland Cotter notes in his New York Times review, it easily fills all four floors at MoMA’s Queens outpost. Over a long and prolific career Kelley, who committed suicide in 2012, produced work more united by the thematic of Americana kitsch pop culture attacked with wierdness and dark humor in a colorful, uneasy aesthetic unrestrained by medium. All of which promises a fun viewing experience, yet my own felt uneasy, claustrophobic.

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Kelley’s uncharacteristically glossy later works called the Kandor Project begin the exhibition, which examine Superman’s birthplace and which Kelly recreated in sculpture after sculpture. These sleek and fancy forms obsessively explore childhood interests, and were quite appealing even if the glut of them left me feeling the theme had been exhausted.

While I found some of it amusing, like the video pieces above, the pop culture manipulations really didn’t move me for the most part. That said, there were some great works in the show, like the massive installation of Day Is Done, an unfinished multichannel video and performance piece. It presents Kelley’s work at its best: overwhelming, disorienting, and disturbing.

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Post-black #2: Kerry James Marshall and William Pope.L

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The top three photos are from Kerry James Marshall’s show Dollar for Dollar at Jack Shainman this past fall, and the bottom photos from William Pope.L’s show that was up around this same time at Mitchell-Innes and Nash.  (Also, make sure you check out Pope.L’s cool website.) I was thinking about these shows because of my recent post on Rashid Johnson. I got hung up on the term “post-black” a few months back (and actually ended up writing one of my research papers for grad school on Glenn Ligon because of it). In my last post, I wrote about post-black in generational terms. Both Marshall and Pope.L were born in 1955 to Ligon’s 1960, making them of the same generation, prior to Rashid Johnson’s “post-black” work. The immediate implication of that statement being that the work of these artist is about blackness in a direct, intentional way, which, while no doubt true, seems like an unfair simplification of a complex theme.

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When Thelma Golden wrote about post-black for the exhibition she curated at the Studio Museum in 2001, I don’t think she meant to imply a post-racial world (which was Time Magazine’s interpretation of her phrase) as much as that a black artist of my generation could make work unlimited by being made by a “black artist.” Maybe, but I don’t think that the Rashid Johnson show displayed that kind of freedom. Don’t get me wrong: I wish we had all moved into Pope.L’s alternate universe of various rainbow-colored people, although certainly without the darker, satirical side of these stereotypes writ large.

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