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SELECTED PRESS / ESSAYS
THE
DETROITER
F*CK YOU/ Commentary, Criticism
By Nick Sousanis
06/21/07
Arts blogger extraordinaire Ann Gordon crosses over from her role of
ever-present gallery-goer (and artist) to set up her own shop in the
former Pr1mary Space. It’s a bold move as she opens herself up
to feedback from the other side of the blogosphere, and of course, critics
– which is where we come in.
Gordon has taken quite an active curatorial role – not stopping
at selecting the work, but creating pieces for the show and altering
some of the works themselves. The show title implies an active stance
against critical feedback, yet that stance feels almost contradicted
by a curatorial statement that attempts to over-explain everything.
There are plenty of clever bits in the writing, but ultimately we’re
given too much in terms of how to think, to feel, to react to the work,
an attempt to shape the viewer’s own response. The statement espouses
six loosely defined theoretical themes that the show sets out to explore
in terms of its overall premise. It’s ends up being a lot to keep
up with. (To make it just a bit more complicated, despite rereading
the statement numerous times, I keep coming up with seven listed themes.)
The centerpiece of the show is an installation of sketches and notes
created by Los Angeles artist Mary Addison Hackett. One large poster
board done in the sort of style of lettering you might find on a poster
for someone running for high school student council (in the 80s at least),
reads “Today was fucked but tomorrow tomorrow is another day.”
The first tomorrow is uncolored, off-centered, and crossed out, as if
the artist made a mistake, or changed her mind and then changed it back
again. Its intentional appearance of non-intentionality works and hooks
our attention. Smaller messages read as if reminders, affirmations written
by the artist and placed around her studio – perhaps they are.
Some samples, “Give yourself rewards for self-control,”
“I will become what I think,” and “Paint Happy Words
Pictures.” There’s irony and sarcasm aplenty and it’s
hard to know if you should laugh or reflect with a long, knowing pause.
By itself, this is the sort of piece that works within the intended
framework of the exhibition. Gordon has compounded upon that by intentionally
hanging the work incorrectly, as she says, “It’s the viewer
saying, ‘F*ck you!’ to the artist’s intended objective.”
The fact is, there are works that would be really f*cked with if hung
out of sorts, but not this one – it works in any configuration,
mixed around, parts upside down. It’s a collection of random thoughts
and images that each viewer will take in at his or her own path and
speed, were it not for the installation blueprint hanging nearby, no
one would be the wiser.
A single painting by Toronto artist Andre Ethier, features a Rambo-esque
duck telling the viewer to “duck off”. The show essay states
that this is “the artist’s pro-active, and quite probably
both silly and ultimately futile, preemptive strike against critical
response.” It had me at “silly” and “futile.”
Rambo mixed with Duck should be funny, but it’s not. There’s
just not enough meat on the bones of this one in terms of painting or
concept to warrant a critical response.
Chicago painter Nevin Tomlinson offers greater conceptual thought, addressing
the “box” as multiple metaphors in a series of paintings.
It’s a start – the parallel compositions tie in nicely to
the idea of being “in the box,” in all the potential meanings
of that phrase, but ultimately the works need to probe deeper to really
connect.
New Yorker Jose Ruiz offers up a label for a non-existent painting,
which reads, “Your Opportunity To Feel Something Lies Here.”
It’s quite clever and Gordon gives it perfectly appropriate space
with an entire blank, white wall to itself. It’s the sort of thing
that by its very nature is forgettable, but it elicits the right response
at the moment of viewing it, and fits in well with the overall curatorial
scheme.
There’s
a single photo in the show, of artist Chuck Close taken without his
knowledge at an art fair and put up on (one assumes) the curator’s
blog. Here the statement is quite insightful and speaks to the issues
of privacy and anonymity raised in an age of camera phones and blogging.
This piece offers the seeds for a whole exhibition delving into blogging
and web-culture in general that could be really promising.
Local artist Dylan Spaysky offers up a Zoetrope spinning on the gallery’s
ceiling fan (hence making it seasonal art.) It’s a janky, awkward
looking construction, jerking about in the gallery, which is just right.
Animated writing inside reads “Tug Ahoy,” in reference to
the show’s title. It’s a clever and light moment that offers
a reminder of the fun had in putting this on and the jest of both the
gallery and show titles.
The final piece, a video, is a strong curatorial element. Staged and
filmed “anonymously,” it features artists and directors
of their respective galleries Dick Goody and Jef Bourgeau sitting at
a small table. Goody is reading (from “Art in America” were
told), in the manner of a learned academic, while the impish Bourgeau
is tying him up in a length of rope. There are plenty of meanings to
be read into this – as in link between artist and critic, artist
and audience, and from knowing the identity of these men and their role
in the community, but it stands on its own (even without the volume
on) as this odd couple of playful prankster and exacerbated orator.
They dynamic between the two propels imagined narrative along and one
could envision this as but the first of several.
Overall the show is ambitious, in terms of where the artists are from
and types of work shown. Perhaps too much so, as narrowing the focus
could strengthen what’s already there. There are plenty of interesting
ideas at hand, but too many of them all at once. There’s never
a chance for them to build upon and resonate with one another. That
said, in an era where blogs rule the day and 1,050 word art essays are
coveted, but seldom read, maybe this fleeting bit of attention to each
idea is just about right.