Saturday, 21 August 2010

Warhol's box of tricks

















Warhol in New York's Stable gallery, 1964, amid the Brillo box sculptures at the centre of the scandal. Photograph: Getty Images



In late 2003, Mayfair gallery owner Brian Balfour-Oatts was offered the deal of his career – a collection of rarely seen Warhol sculptures never before put up for sale. Painted white and silk-screened red and blue, the wooden boxes mimicked the 60s cardboard packaging for Brillo pads and represented a benchmark in Warhol's artistic output.
After shocking the art world with his infamous portraits of Campbell's Soup cans in 1962, Warhol began work on 100 wooden sculptures of packing containers for a range of products from Brillo scourers to Del Monte peach halves. When they went on show in Manhattan's Stable Gallery in 1964, many of his contemporaries denounced the artist for "capitulating to consumerism" but Arthur Danto, today one of the world's foremost Warhol experts, and a professor of philosophy at New York's Columbia University, recalled walking out of the exhibition in awe, believing he had just witnessed "the end of western art".
By the 1990s, Danto's view had come to dominate, with the wooden Brillo boxes much sought after. Since his death in 1987, the value of Warhol's work had sky-rocketed and Balfour-Oatts knew that, if genuine, these boxes were a gold mine.
Warhol's radical working methods can make it hard to discern what is and what is not by the artist. Delegating to a team of technicians who worked in a Manhattan studio he called the Factory, the artist created a conveyor belt that consciously blurred the line between individual authorship and mechanical reproduction. But Balfour-Oatts knew his way around the art world. He had worked for auction house Sotheby's before opening his own gallery, Archeus Fine Arts, which showed artists such as Lucian Freud and David Hockney. After decades in the business, he was convinced of the sculptures' authenticity. The reason for his confidence was his source: Pontus Hulten, a seminal figure in the contemporary art world who could provide an impeccable provenance for the pieces. An early champion of contemporary art and friend to Warhol, the Swedish curator had enjoyed an unimpeachable international career. Now approaching his 80th birthday, he was living in semi-retirement in the Loire valley, France. Balfour-Oatts arranged a meeting at Hulten's chateau, La Motte, unaware he was about to become ensnared in one of the most audacious art frauds of modern times.
As director of Stockholm's Moderna Museet, Hulten had staged Warhol's first European retrospective in 1968, filling the entrance to the gallery with 500 Brillo boxes. Quite a number were still decorating La Motte, Balfour-Oatts recalled: "A few were even being used as bedside or coffee tables."
Hulten described to Balfour-Oatts how the Stockholm exhibition had come about: "Pontus told me he went to see Andy in New York. Andy gave him a cardboard supermarket carton and told him to use it as a template for the Brillo boxes. So Pontus went back, made screens and created the [wooden] boxes." At least 100 had been fashioned in Sweden on Warhol's behalf, Hulten told him. This authorised manufacturing of Warhol's work did not faze Balfour-Oatts. By 1986, Rupert Smith and Horst Weber von Beeren, two printers employed by the artist, had created more than 20,000 Warhols, the former telling one biographer: "We had so much work that even Augusto [the security man] was doing the painting."
Warhols had become a shrewd investment, especially since 1995 when the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan had bought the artist's 32 Campbell's Soup Cans for £24m, and Balfour-Oatts had been following the market ever since. A few months before his visit to La Motte, market analysts from Bloomberg predicted that the Warhol wave was nowhere near cresting, while the website Artnet calculated that some pieces had achieved a 27.09% rate of return for investors over the last four decades. Gold over the same period had reaped under 7%. Balfour-Oatts concluded that Hulten's 1968 wooden Brillo boxes were a good way in. The first batch had come up for sale in December 1994, a set of 20 sold by Hulten to a Belgian dealer, Ronny van de Velde. They had gone for £3,700 each, and sold the same year for more than £6,700 each. By 2000, the Wall Street Journal was advising would-be collectors to invest in a 1968 wooden Brillo box, highlighting one then being sold by dealer Anthony Meier, in San Francisco, as "a blockbuster work" at only $50,000.
Balfour-Oatts firmed up the deal. "I eventually bought 10 pristine ones for £45,000 each and another 12 that were slightly scuffed or had coffee stains on them for much less." He paid approximately £640,000, with help from a group of investors. Hulten provided a certificate of authenticity and, as a sign of goodwill, chucked in the original cardboard carton Warhol had given him as a template. Within three months Balfour-Oatts had sold on 10 of the wooden boxes through Christie's to a mystery buyer for £475,650, clearing at least £150,000 profit. The rest went to a rich American client for slightly less.
And the boxes would only increase in value. In 2005, Hulten donated his remaining collection of art works, including six 1968 Brillo boxes, to the Moderna Museet in Stockholm. In an accompanying catalogue, he left an account of their creation. "The Brillos were stacked in front of the entrance rather high," Hulten wrote. "There were some 100 Brillo boxes made in Sweden according to Andy's instruction. As the hundred did not seem enough in the rather big space, some cardboard Brillo boxes were added to the upper part of the stack and at the back. These came from the Factory. I still have one such cardboard box…" The wooden boxes, after the 1968 show, had been stored at the museum. "I retrieved them when I moved to Los Angeles," he added. When Hulten died in 2006, a single 1968 wooden Brillo sold at Christie's for £120,000, and the following year, 10 of these wooden Brillos, sold on by Balfour-Oatts, went on public display for the first time.
Their mystery buyer had been British dealer Anthony d'Offay, who has dominated the European contemporary art market for 30 years. Once Warhol's UK agent, d'Offay's Brillos now took centre stage at a retrospective staged by the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art in Edinburgh to mark the 20th anniversary of Warhol's death. The following February, d'Offay announced he would be selling the Brillos to the nation, along with his entire private art collection – worth £125m, but knocked down, philanthropically, to £26.5m, or what he had paid for the works.
Then, earlier this year, Balfour-Oatts received the letter all dealers dread. He was being sued by d'Offay. It was alleged that there was a problem with the Brillos. They might even be fakes. With a mounting sense of doom, Balfour-Oatts made some calls only to discover that Christie's, too, was being sued. "I did everything I should have done to check out the boxes before I sold them on," Balfour-Oatts says. "They had come to me with glowing provenances and left my care endorsed by Warhol's estate. And now, suddenly, three years on, there's a whiff of scandal."
It was coming from Sweden, where another 1968 wooden Brillo box had, in April 2007, been pulled from a sale at the respected Stockholm Auktionsverk (auction house) following allegations that it was a modern fake. Its removal had kick-started something that had never happened before – an investigation into the two secretive bodies that straddle the world of Warhol: the Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts and itsauthentication board. This inquiry's findings would prove shocking for the foundation, its board and the lucrative market in pop art.
By virtue of its enormous bequest – 4,118 paintings, sculptures and collaborations, 5,103 drawings, 66,000 photographs, more than 100 films, 4,000 hours of video, as well as Polaroids, notes and sketches – the Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts has, since its creation in 1987, become a powerhouse in the contemporary art world. Besides the millions of dollars it accrues in selling its own Warhols, it also makes money licensing Warhol images and merchandising. All of this has enabled the foundation to govern an endowment of approximately $260m. In return, it is required (under the terms of Warhol's will) to give annual cash grants to artistic causes, that must, according to US charity laws, amount to 5% of the value of its holdings. The foundation has also gained kudos by opening a well-regarded Warhol museum in the artist's hometown of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Its influence stretches well beyond its headquarters in New York's Lower East Side. The foundation has also come to dominate the global market in Warhol by embarking on a project to publish a catalogue raisonné, a multi-volume compendium (still in progress) that purports to list all genuine Warhols, each item having been approved by the Warhol authentication board.
Set up by the foundation in 1995, the board was formed to quell rising concerns about the quality of the Warhol market at a time when the prices for the late artist's work were beginning to soar. By focusing on what could be said to be by Warhol, this board also decided what was not. According to dealers close to the foundation, the board was also a response to an internal inquiry that found that Fred Hughes, Warhol's former manager, who died in 2001, had authenticated numerous dubious Warhols.
The foundation has always insisted that it and its board are separate institutions and that the decisions of the board, whose advisors include experts and scholars, are completely independent from the foundation. Others dispute this, as two of the most important paid foundation staffers also work as principals at the board. The foundation's sales agent Vincent Fremont attends all board meetings and Joel Wachs, head of the foundation, is nominally the board chair. The foundation's catalogue raisoneé includes work verified by the board, and its research is conducted by two people who sit on both the board and the foundation.
With the board's backing, an "authenticated" work wins a much-cherished catalogue number. If rejected, a work is stamped twice with the word "denied" in red ink, before leaving its offices worth less than a beer-mat.
It is a process shrouded in secrecy. Decisions are never explained and a legal waiver indemnifies the board's decisions, protecting its members from being sued by irate collectors. The waiver also authorises the board to change its mind about a work's status, at any time, a sensible addition given that art scholarship is always being refined. However, the waiver has also bought the silence of dealers and collectors who fear upsetting the Warhol establishment lest it decide to transform their authenticated treasures into junk.
Talking Warhol with anyone in the international art world is extraordinary. "Don't tell anyone you've met me," says one famous east London dealer. A millionaire collector in New York warns, "I'll tell you and then deny we've met should it ever come out." A third sends emails using a specially generated address, shorn of all identifiers.
Before buying from Hulten in 2004, Balfour-Oatts approached the authentication board. It confirmed that Hulten's boxes were genuine. The 22 he intended to buy were among 94 Swedish boxes that had been authenticated since 1994, and that would be included in the 2004 catalogue raisonné. The entry states: "The wood boxes have been catalogued as they have been examined and identified since 1995. Although there are slight discrepancies among individual examples, the Stockholm boxes may be said to constitute a uniform edition."
But in June 2007, three months after the Stockholm Auktionsverk withdrew its Brillo box, the Swedish newspaper Expressen sought out art critic Olle Granath, a personal friend of Hulten, who had helped prepare the 1968 Warhol retrospective. Granath, who later became director of the Moderna Museet, had some startling information: there had been no wooden Brillo boxes on display in Sweden in 1968. Short of time and money, someone at the museum had decided to buy 500 cardboard packaging cartons directly from the Brillo factory in Brooklyn, New York. In an essay penned by Granath from 2007, he explained: "They were shipped in flat packs across the Atlantic and folded at the museum. The museum attendant and I became real wizards at folding boxes." Granath told Expressen that he had warned the art market to be wary of fakes as far back as 1997, going so far as to write to the authentication board when he had heard some wooden Brillos from Stockholm were up for sale, and doing the same in 2002, when he was approached by the board as it prepared to include them in its catalogue raisonné. He had heard nothing back.
Others who had worked at the Moderna Museet, such as professor Ulf Linde and professor Karin Lindegren, backed Granath's story, while Björn Springfeldt, who had arrived at the museum in the summer of 1968 and spent six subsequent years as its director, stated that he had never seen wooden Brillo boxes in the museum stores, as Hulten had claimed in his 2004 catalogue. Since all Hulten's sculptures that had sold in auction houses were made of wood, dealers and collectors were left to ponder where these boxes had come from and how he had got them past the Warhol foundation and board.
The Moderna Museet scoured its archives and located an invoice dated 10 January 1968, that proved decisive: 500 cardboard boxes had been imported directly from Brillo's factory in Brooklyn, New York. It sensationally "re-catalogued" the six boxes it had on display as "copies/exhibition material", while institutions and private collectors around the world, who had paid tens of millions of pounds for the 1968 Brillos, waited to see what the foundation and board would do.
Swedish journalists carried on digging and found that more than 105 wooden Brillo boxes had actually been manufactured at Hulten's behest in 1990, 22 years after the Warhol exhibition had closed and three years after the artist's death, the work carried out by two carpenters, moonlighting from the Malmo Konsthall gallery. But why would Hulten have risked his reputation? Thomas Anderberg, a Swedish art critic, suggests that these Brillo boxes were commissioned as props for a pop art show at the State Russian Museum in Leningrad, in 1990, where 10 had been exhibited. Forty five of them had turned up later that year at a museum in eastern Denmark, with 105 exhibited in 1992 at a Bonn museum where Hulten had become artistic director. By then, these boxes were recorded as the "property of a private collector", a subtle change in attribution that suggested props were becoming art works.
"Hulten didn't need the money," Anderberg says. "He had to be lampooning the market and dealers." Hulten's colleagues believe this, too. They point to his connection to a satirical Swedish magazine called Blandaren (The Mixer), a Private Eye-style journal that pokes fun at the establishment. Hulten was known, too, as a severe critic of the money-driven contemporary art market. His last job had been curating the inaugural exhibition at the Museum Jean Tinguely in Basel, dedicated to the esoteric Swiss artist who created sculptures that self-destructed in the galleries that displayed them. Says Anderberg: "I believe Hulten decided to show up the entire Warhol industry."
As Hulten was having his Brillo boxes knocked-up by carpenters in Malmo in 1990, the Andy Warhol Foundation was defending itself against a legal action that questioned a valuation of £60m that it had placed on Warhol's estate. What was regarded by some as a staggeringly low valuation enabled it to make far fewer charitable grants. Paul Alexander, an American journalist who reported on that trial, reflected: "Lawyers paid for by Warhol's own foundation happily arrived in court to denigrate Warhol's work – even claiming at one point that investing in Warhol could be 'risky' – to lower the value of the estate."
A New York judge ruled that the real value was £325m, a decision that coincided with the start of another legal battle, this time between the foundation and the New York attorney general, who began investigating allegations of mismanagement. This inquiry was in full swing by December 1994, when Hulten submitted a written statement to the foundation setting out the provenance of his wooden Brillo boxes as having been manufactured in Sweden in 1968 "according to Andy Warhol's instructions" for inclusion in the show. Hulten supplied no additional corroborative information and art historians who advised the foundation (the board was not set up until the following year), including Kasper Koenig, a colleague of Hulten's and a recognised Warhol expert, were perplexed. Koenig warned the foundation that the boxes on show in 1968 had been made of cardboard, having measured the gallery space himself in 1966 and calculated that 500 were needed in order to fill it. No one close to Warhol, especially Paul Morrissey, the artist's manager who attended the 1968 show, could recall seeing wooden boxes either. However, the foundation went ahead and authenticated Hulten's works.
On 3 March, 1998, the authentication board interviewed Hulten. Despite the 1994 warnings from Koenig and the 1997 letter from Granath, both of whom stated that all boxes from the show were cardboard, the wooden boxes were again authenticated, without corroborative photographic material or interviews with organisers of the 1968 show, the boxes subsequently appearing in the 2004 catalogue raisonné.
In 2006, the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art in Edinburgh began putting together a major Warhol retrospective. Scheduled to run the following year, to coincide with the 20th anniversary of Warhol's death, the show had as its centrepiece the 10 Hulten Brillo boxes, said to be from 1968, that Balfour-Oatts had sold to d'Offay. The show ran from August to October 2007. Although the foundation knew the scandal about the 1968 Hulten Brillos was about to break by April 2007, when it was contacted by an auction house and critic in Sweden raising serious concerns, it remained silent until November. A source close to the Edinburgh show says: "Having collaborated closely with the foundation, getting images licensed, a catalogue prepared, checking the accuracy of all that we were showing, it felt like we were hung out to dry."
And no official report came until December 2007, when the board finally gave its initial response. While registered owners were told a probe was underway, Lars Nittve, then director of the Moderna Museet, was advised by the board that it "cannot determine whether or not these boxes were produced in accordance with the terms of a verbal agreement Pontus Hulten made with Warhol in 1968". The board signed off its report: "We want to assure you that the board is continuing to research into these works and will keep you informed of its findings."
Warhol experts such as Danto were incredulous: "Andy would never have given blanket permission to reproduce his work in this way." Brillo owners were furious.
The board's broad-minded approach towards the Brillos certainly seems to conflict with some of its own recent rulings, notably against Anthony d'Offay. In 2003, a Warhol print from the so-called Red Series of 10 self-portraits produced in 1965, was unexpectedly "denied" by the board. It was being offered by d'Offay to Charles Schwab, an American investment tycoon, for £1m and the dealer was now forced into the embarrassing position of calling off the sale.
The self-portrait appeared to have rock-solid credentials. Warhol had signed it, dedicating it to his business partner Bruno Bischofberger, who had bought it directly from the artist in 1969. Warhol had then chosen the image for the cover of his first catalogue raisonné, published in 1970. In 1986, Warhol had also signed a copy of this catalogue owned by d'Offay. Ten years later, the work had been bought by a private collector in Germany and exhibited at the Hamburger Bahnhof museum in Berlin, where a postcard depicting the image was copyrighted by the Warhol foundation.
And yet in 2003, this work was denied. The board told d'Offay: "It is the opinion of the authentication board that said work is NOT the work of Andy Warhol, but that said work was signed, dedicated, and dated by him."
The board explained that this series of self-portraits had been produced by an outside printer – although Warhol selected a photograph, chose the colours, guided the process and approved the results. It's a decision that seems even more mysterious given the fact that the foundation owns one of the same Red Series prints.
D'Offay has declined to comment on the controversy over the Red Series self-portrait or the 10 1968 wooden Brillo boxes he bought from Balfour-Oatts. But others who own pictures from the same series are now suing the foundation and its board, claiming that these decisions are not random but part of a calculated policy of monopolising the market to manipulate prices – something the board and foundation are vigorously contesting. These litigants include Joe Simon, an American film producer based in London, and Susan Mearns, an American collector. Both allege that the foundation and board have come to exercise a questionable domination of the market, artificially controlling prices and creating scarcity to increase value, in a fraud that goes back 20 years.
Claudia Defendi, for the authentication board, recently issued a statement in response to the Red Series furore, saying that, "Warhol was a highly productive artist, and like many other successful artists such as Rubens and David, he employed assistants and carefully supervised them; that Warhol controlled the way his work was made, how it looked, and was well aware of how many of each subject and series were made. There are clear distinctions between what Warhol made and what he did not, and that the goal of the Andy Warhol art authentication board is to clarify these distinctions." Denying Simon's Red Series painting, Sally King-Nero, of the authentication board, commented: "The board knows of no independently verifiable documentation for the period in question, 1964 through 1965, to indicate or suggest that Warhol sanctioned or authorised anyone to make [the work]."
Meeting the foundation is a strange affair. Joel Wachs, its president since 2001, is a former Los Angeles city councilman. Dressed down in an open-necked Hawaiian shirt at the headquarters in Bleeker Street, he wraps up the process in so many preconditions that there is not much we are able to report. Taping the interview is not allowed. Anything we would like to attribute to Wachs has to be agreed by him in advance. And he reserves the right to change his quotes upon reading them.
But the gist is this: there will be no settlements with anyone. And what he wants Joe Simon especially to know is that he is coming after him. He will never back down. And, should they lose, he will force them to pay every cent of the foundation's legal bills. Given that Wachs has hiredDavid Boies, one the most expensive trial lawyers in the world, the bill, for pre-trial hearings alone, is estimated to run into more than £2.6m of Warhol's money.
The trial, which is expected to start this winter, will not be restricted to the Red Series. It will also scrutinise the Brillo affair and many more of the board's decisions – including the recent authentication of thousands of works that it appears were never seen or approved by Warhol. One of them is an unsigned, un-numbered Marilyn print, put up for sale by Sotheby's in 2008. Slated for sale at between $30,000 and $50,000, this work has on its reverse three separate markings made by the foundation and the board. First it was initialled and authenticated by Vincent Fremont, official sales agent to the Warhol Foundation, some time before 1994. Fremont inscribed the work as "out of edition", meaning that, although identical to a numbered print run of 250 from 1967, it had not been approved by Warhol. Ivan Karp, New York dealer and Warhol's informal manager in the early 1960s, says, "Such works were normally printer's copies, an extra run to account for any mistakes in the series, or sometimes a souvenir for the printer, even his payment, as Warhol was known to frequently trade his art for services."
The next stamp on the Marilyn is a red cross "denied", added by the board after it came into being in 1995 and, according to Karp, decided that it could not authenticate works the artist did not know about. Then there is a third stamp, added when the print was returned to the board after 2007 – this time an outright authentication. Karp says that the reason the board reversed its decision was because it had itself amassed thousands of these out-of-edition prints, and begun to market them. "It changed its mind as it began to sell in 2007 and contacted dealers offering the works for sale, including the Marilyn." One of those approached was d'Offay, whose Red Series self-portrait had been "denied" and whose 10 wooden Brillo boxes were now being scrutinised.
The board has issued a statement on these issues: "The panel adamantly refuses to disclose the reasons works are denied authentication. This could provide a road map to forgery [and] moreover, explanations are subject to misunderstanding and misinterpretation."
The foundation is now understood to be justifying its selling of work that Warhol never saw or approved of by saying it is "expanding its curatorial base". A source familiar with the foundation predicted that new categories of Warhols were soon to be announced, ones that would encompass the 1968 Hulten Brillo boxes and account for the Marilyns with multiple authentication stamps.
In London, Balfour-Oatts, who has moved into a new business, remains disillusioned. "It's all very upsetting. I met Pontus several times. If he did do this he is a sneaky old bastard," he says. "This business is turning into what everyone always wanted the art world to be: full of dodgy dealings, fakes and forgeries. I'm glad to get out."

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

The YBAs are over. Long live the OBAs!


Planet by Marc Quinn
Strangled at birth? Marc Quinn's sculpture Planet at Chatsworth House. Photograph: Christopher Furlong/Getty Images
The glory years of youth and concept in British art are ending, not with a bang, but with a whimper. Nothing could look less urgent, aggressive or dangerous than Yinka Shonibare's ship in a bottle outside the National Gallery. Is this what it all amounted to? The hype and hopes invested in the art of my generation just come down to this consensus-friendly decoration.

At White Cube meanwhile an ugly exhibition by Marc Quinn conveys the cynical message that schlock beats substance. And from another world, another dimension, Sean Scully, 65, has a thrilling exhibition of new paintings at Timothy Taylor Gallery. If Scully is the most modern and important artist in town - and he is - an era has ended. A lie has died. It is a great moment when truth shines forth. Scully's heroic art exposes the shams we have endured with forced smiles on our ageing faces.

The death of the British boom in hot! new! young! art has been predicted before, but now it really seems to be happening. In its place a more catholic, and more honest era may be beginning.

Richard Wright's Turner Prize triumph last year was a defiance of everything that is supposed to be exciting in contemporary art. Here was a 49-year-old with no public image at all and no desire to sell his work at art fairs. And he won, not through the whim of the judges, but because his truly original work shone in everyone's eyes. How many Wrights are we denying ourselves, in our cult of the obvious and banal in art? And that includes Wrights who are 18 years old. This is not about age versus youth – it is about ambitious and personal work versus the fluff of the marketplace.

So here we are. I can point to other signs. No Soul For Sale at Tate Modern certainly felt like the debris of something. But above all the logic of Damien Hirst's return to painting and self-exposure as a tiny talentneeds to be faced.

Hirst, as artist, curator and in his prime a cod philosopher of almost Warholian dumb articulacy, was the true author of British art's fame in the 1990s. The innumerable artists who swam in his wake and shared his success were minnows by comparison. Now the great white shark himself has turned out to be such a little fish after all, what does that make his contemporaries? Plankton.

This year's Turner Prize follows the Wright trail with a shortlist of mature artists. Surely the next stage must be dropping the age limit. When that happens, we will know the age of Young British Art is over. It's a good time to be a critic – lots of plankton to eat.

Louise Bourgeois dies in New York, aged 98


Louise Bourgeois
Louise Bourgeois was most famous for her giant spiders. Photograph: Christopher Felver/Corbis
Louise Bourgeois, the French-born, American-based artist best known for her sculptures of vast metal spiders, died yesterday in a New York hospital at the age of 98. Bourgeois, who only found widespread acclaim late in life, had suffered a heart attack at the weekend, a spokeswoman said.
With her death, American and European art has lost not only a tremendous and hugely influential artist, but a direct link between the art of the 21st century and belle epoque Paris, with cubism, symbolism, surrealism and abstract expressionism, and all that followed.
Born in Paris, on Christmas Day 1911, she recounted that the attending doctor had told her mother, "Madam, you are quite ruining my day." Her personality and her art were to match, and there are few artists who have claimed so outspokenly that their work has been founded in childhood and adolescence.
Her parents ran a prosperous family business devoted to the repair and resale of medieval and 17th and 18th century tapestries and textiles, living above the showroom in Paris.
As a child, Bourgeois had a talent for mathematics. In adolescence, she began helping in the workshop of the business, repairing the destroyed lower portions of old tapestries, sewing fig-leaves on to the genitalia of the naked figures on works destined for prudish American collectors. At about this time her philandering father introduced his lover, an Englishwoman called Sadie, into the household as the children's tutor. From her, Bourgeois learned English, as well as jealousy and hatred.
All of this became part of the Bourgeois legend and the engine of her art. As an emigre French artist who moved to New York in 1938, her career developed slowly. Critical and commercial success only came when she was in her 60s. Although it was not until 1982 that New York's Museum of Modern Art gave her a retrospective – the first it had ever mounted of a woman artist – she was by then already well-known, if regarded as uncategoriseable, marginal, even eccentric. The exhibition transformed her into the grande dame of American art.
In the same year, the photographer Robert Mapplethorpe took a number of famous portraits of Bourgeois. She wore a black coat of monkey fur and carried something under her arm as a sort of prop: a big, obscene black latex sculpture, resembling a gigantic penis and balls. She insisted it was not a phallus at all. It was, she said, her little girl. In Mapplethorpe's images, Bourgeois smiles mischievously for the camera. The image is immensely seductive.
Bourgeois made sculptures in all kinds of media; she made wonderful prints and drawings, created claustrophobic installations and fabricated little sewn dolls and giant metal spiders with equal care. She even recorded herself singing childhood songs, broadcast in an empty Venetian tower.
There were many-breasted creatures, beautifully carved marble hands, things that were sexual and strange and filled with secrets and barely suppressed violence. Refusing to describe herself as a feminist, she was one anyway. She has lessons for all artists alive now – inpersistence, commitment and individuality, and in the difference between art made as an adjunct to a career, and art borne out of inner necessity.
Bourgeois made great work and bad work, and didn't care to choose. She even published her insomniac bedside drawings.
"My memories are moth-eaten", she wrote recently, in a crabby hand, next to a beautiful, abstract drawing. We have lost a great artist, but the art goes on.

Monday, 31 May 2010

Exhibitions picks of the week


Newspeak
Riotous ... Real Special Very Painting by Barry Reigate, on show at Newspeak in London. Photograph: Barry Reigate

Newspeak: British Art Now Part 1, London

After art from China and the Middle East, Charles Saatchi's back on home turf for the third survey show at his west London gallery. The title Newspeak refers to the lingo of dictatorship from Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four: a new language in which words are limited and experience thus restricted. Though intended to be taken ironically, the restriction in this show is a crucial one: Saatchi doesn't collect video, which means some of the most dynamic work to emerge in recent years is absent. Nonetheless, his pick of 29 artists has enough going on to give a sense of the questioning approach and variety of contemporary British art, a marked contrast to the YBA moment that cemented the collector's rep. Highlights include Karla Black's vulnerable, makeup-dusted sculpture, Spartacus Chetwynd's handmade animal costumes and Barry Reigate's riotous pop art collage, Real Special Very Painting.
Saatchi Gallery, SW3, Wed to 17 Oct
Skye Sherwin

David Nash, Wakefield

It's easy to belittle David Nash as the ultimate back-to-nature artist, one for the macho men of the woods, hacking away with his chainsaw, churning out monumental erections. Yet there's something disarming in Nash's singularity of purpose. "I want a simple approach to living and doing," he has said. The more than 300 works in this retrospective could well temporarily find their true cultural home amid Yorkshire Sculpture Park's undulating hillsides. Indoors and out, there are eucalyptus spheres, redwood towers, burnt twig drawings and extensive documentation of such site-specific projects as Wooden Boulder, a sculptural lump of oak set to sail on a stream in the Welsh mountains in 1978. Organic flux and decay are essential elements of Nash's various projects, with warping and cracking contributing a crucial finesse to the works' blunt and bold aesthetic.
Yorkshire Sculpture Park, to 27 Feb, 2011
Robert Clark

Rachel Khedoori, London

For the past seven years, Rachel Khedoori has been searching the internet for news stories about the Iraq war. As her Iraq project demonstrates, that's a weighty amount of text. Collated in giant tomes, they're dictionary-dense, the articles running on and on: a physical testament to the burden of recent history, which the words circle and repeat, in near countless attempts to nail the fugitive business of what happened and what's still happening. Shifting from global politics to personal meditation, a new film work explores this effect on the landscape of the artist's childhood home, Australia. Both works create a sense of shifting space, inside the mind and in the world.
Hauser & Wirth, W1, Fri to 31 Jul
Skye Sherwin

The Glass Delusion, Sunderland

The Glass Delusion takes its title from a term, coined in the Middle Ages, for a form of depression in which sufferers fear they are made of glass and therefore impossibly vulnerable to psychic and physical breakage. It is recorded that victims would refuse to sit down as they believed their body weight would fracture their buttocks. So here, an impressive array of artists, including Susan Hiller and Matt Mullican, reflect on the dual nature of glass's hardness and fragility. A highlight is bound to be Beryl Sokoloff's film celebration of the House of Mirrors, built in 1960s Woodstock by the wonderfully obsessive Clarence Schmidt.
National Glass Centre, to 3 Oct
Robert Clark

001 London, London

The big city is the subject of this zingy show of prints created by a who's who of up-to-the-minute graphic artists. There's the mastermind behind big boys' "character toy" company Arnos, James Jarvis, whose 2D orange ball on legs looks like a distant cousin to Tony Hart's iconic Plasticine chum Morph. Fashion designer and fabric-print whiz David David has created a signature bright op-art design. Meanwhile Anthony Burrill, a kingpin of the scene, provides a tart take on life in the capital with a print featuring a mass of prohibitive road signs. Look out, too, for young designer Kate Moross, Lizzie Finn's needlework-inspired illustration, plus "Victorian punk revivalists" the Rubbishmen.
7 Marshall St, W1, to 3 Jul
Skye Sherwin

Dürer and Italy, Port Sunlight

A lovely show on loan from Glasgow's Hunterian Museum, enchantingly displayed in the quirky Port Sunlight village's equally lovely Lady Lever Art Gallery. While the exhibition ostensibly charts in part the great German Renaissance artist's creative cross-fertilisation with his Italian contemporaries, any excuse is welcome to get another glimpse of his engravings, surely some of the most sensitively skilful pieces of printmaking of all time. Each image could only be by Dürer and no one else before or since. Here you can see his Eve with corkscrew locks and Adam with his naked foot planted, for some reason, on a mouse's tail. Here's his Self-Portrait, all dolled-up hippy-style like someone out of the Incredible String Band. But Dürer's most unforgettable print is Melancholia, an enigmatic reflection on the mysteries of creation and the expectation for artists to be somewhat wired to the moon.
Lady Lever Art Gallery, to 26 Sep
Robert Clark

Lily Van Der Stokker: No Big Deal Thing, St Ives

Lily Van Der Stokker's art will do anything to make friends. The Dutch artist's relentlessly cheery giant wall drawings teem with flowers, greetings-card messages, dopey blobby shapes and candy-coloured polka dots. They indulge in decoration, pretty colours, niceness and mawkish charm. In fact, they're so girly, childish and cute as to become a little belligerent: an alternative kind of feminist challenge to art world machismo and its yen for the grave and drily intellectual. She seems to ask, quite seriously, what's wrong with artists being upbeat or talking about love and family – while also pondering how it is that many people go weak at the knees for this stuff. This is her largest UK exhibition yet and includes wall drawings and works on paper.
Tate St Ives, to 26 Sep
Skye Sherwin

MadeIn, Birmingham

The Chinese artists' collective MadeIn presents installations that make often deceptively playful comment on assumptions of national culture. In addition to amalgamating the words "made in", the term apparently translates phonetically into Chinese as "without a roof". This is art that likes to sidestep easy categorisation as well as the creative restrictions of recent Chinese history, and the work itself tends to tackle big, bad themes of Middle Eastern conflicts with audacious assemblages of throwaway raw materials. The toe-ends of combat desert boots are arranged in an inward facing circle. An inert pile of rubble, like some bomb blast debris, can be seen on closer inspection to be animated by a rhythmical electrical breathing.
Ikon Gallery, to 11 Jul
Robert Clark

Exposed: Voyeurism, Surveillance and the Camera Tate Modern, London


Exposed is full of sneaky images and surreptitious views, hidden cameras and nefarious goings-on. This is a rough ride, by turns entertaining, horrifying, morbid and compulsive. Taking us from the American civil war to the burning oil fields of the first Gulf war, from an 1860s execution in China to the death chamber in a modern Mississippi penitentiary, there's plenty that is ghastly and ghoulish, much that is seamy, much that is innocuous but invasive, such as Harry Callahan's images of women lost in thought, and Yale Joel's 1946 shots through a two-way mirror in a Broadway cinema lobby.

Kohei Yoshiyuki photographed people having sex, and watching others having sex in a public park at night. We spy a KGB agent rummaging through files, and approaching a secret meeting place in the woods. The paparazzi snap Liz Taylor and Richard Burton snogging. Merry Alpern's great series of shots through dirty windows of a brothel, seen from the photographer's own building, are all the more tantalising for being such fragmentary views. There's sex and strangeness here, electrocutions and suicides, lynchings and murders and death squad assassinations.

As Kim Novak takes her seat in the railroad dining car, all the guys in the carriage turn to watch, and we watch them watching her. Greta Garbo avoids the camera, and a dead man on an Italian garage ramp, hit in the back, no longer cares. There's a vitrine of walking stick cameras, watch-fob cameras, cameras with hidden second lenses that point in a different direction to the one you think they do.

But key images are missing, the most obvious being the infamous shots taken at Abu Ghraib. I keep thinking there's an even better show to be made – one with a less obvious American bias.

Until 3 October. Details: 020-7887 8888.

Thursday, 1 April 2010

23 апреля - 14 августа 2010

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

Artist Alert - Marcus Jansen

With a keen awareness of his surroundings he creates a surreal urban like atmosphere filled with subconscious revelations that foretell of a future fraught with consequence. Violent brushstrokes, changing textures, and instinctive contrast of color reflect an explosive spontaneity that is the direct and raw effect of emotion.

Jansen's Intellectually provocative and paradoxical work encourages discourse among viewers. Inspired by political and social events of today, he paints his own interpretations as he tries to separate truth from fiction in a world of increasing disinformation. His paintings ask us to look at the world in a new way and to consider not only our interdependence, but also the universal nature of our existence. We are forced to recognize the repercussions of our own apathy and then ask ourselves what are our responsibilities and how much are we willing to sacrifice.

Jansen continues to remind us that progress has a price. In his most recent work, the streets are now filled with the crumbling infrastructure of a previous generation. Isolated figures walk in the aftermath without refuge from the surveillance of new world technology. Spotlights illuminate the scenery, as the stage is set for a virtual wasteland rich in metaphorical imagery.

Cornered pigs wait with targets on their back, as we crossover into Jansen’s suburban landscapes and are confronted with foreclosed homes, receding farms and the scattered debris of industry. A school bus careens head on into a collision, the wheels no longer turning. Sheep graze in once green pastures replaced with the urban sprawl of the forgotten cities.

The themes that run through Jansen’s work are vast in scope and are indicative of his insightful ability to see the correlations that connect them. Genetically modified food, increasing surveillance, the degradation of education, corporate greed, and global dominance are just a few. In his work lies a deeply rooted spirituality that becomes evident by his willingness to explore the unknown. He brings our attention to the things we would normally overlook, while reminding us that within our struggle resides beauty.















Martin Creed 2006





Martin Creed

2006
"First scene from Sick Film, 2006, 35 mm color film transferred to DVD, 21 minutes. Premiered at the Curzon Mayfair on Friday, October 13, 2006. On general release July 2007.
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