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Byline: Isabella Miller
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Duncan Hannah
at The Journal GalleryIn the early years of cinema, actors were treated as crew members working the conveyor belt of industrialized studio systems. But by the silent-film era of the 1910s, the star system had begun to take hold, with close-ups articulating a visual language of desire onscreen. Offscreen, studios deliberately cultivated actors’ personas, fueling a collective fixation on their bodies, faces, expressions and ways of being—a fixation that escalated in the 1930s and ’40s, and further from there. Enter Duncan Hannah, whose decades-spanning exhibition “Flesh and Fantasy” was on view at The Journal Gallery this fall. Emerging from the 1970s and ’80s New York art scene and cavorting with scene fixtures like Andy Warhol, Hannah developed his own distinctive, sometimes outré visual language, steeped primarily in nostalgia for midcentury golden-age and New Wave European auteur cinema. His pared-down oil paintings of modern and contemporary film stars, often set against monochromatic or plain backdrops, are contemplative, quiet, and unironic. Dozens of these portraits fill the gallery walls, alongside a few more narratively charged scenes — a train racing through a sweeping mountainous landscape in Alps (2020), a car perched cliffside in Thriller (n.d.) — that convey a cinematic quality of their own. The figures in Hannah’s paintings are not intimate portraits but representations of stardom itself, in which actors are hyper-visible yet necessarily distant.
Hannah positions his film stars in a liminal space between accessibility and inaccessibility—they are often partially turned away from the viewer or shown in various stages of undress. In Regarding Rosemary (2009), a woman sits on a bed, holding a sheet up to cover her breasts, while in Cinema Nuovo (2020), a woman stands in a dress shirt with no underpants on. Their body language makes plain the dual nature of stardom—celebrities are, by design, both symbols of glamour and objects of desire that are ultimately unattainable. Rather than focusing on the individual actresses themselves, Hannah’s work explores the aggregate effect of how we construct and engage with the actors we idolize, what scholar Richard Dyer has called “star texts.”
Much like how we might idly doodle stars (the celestial kind that glow at night) on scrap paper, Hannah paints human stars as though drifting in reverie. Strikingly, Hannah’s portraits of stars like Monica Vitti, Twiggy, Jean Seberg, and Sylvia Sidney express little fascination with the individual behind the image. We witness the stars stripped of most environmental contexts, sometimes appearing on minimally decorated film industry magazine covers. These compositions are imagined, as are some of the publications themselves. As such, they have a dreamlike lack of specificity and an absence of evident psychological complexity: Their faces are often blank, if distant or seductive. Take, for example, Anne Hathaway (2012). Hannah depicts Hathaway in three-quarters profile from the shoulders up against a green backdrop. Her eyes are relaxed and her lips are slightly parted, as though she were staring absently into the middle-distance. Such portraits are abundant across the exhibition, training visitors to reflect upon the act of looking itself rather than the identity of the star being regarded.
In contemporary celebrity culture, we are growing increasingly accustomed to seeing stars in purportedly raw, unguarded, and unromantic moments—tearful apologies on livestreams, posts with no makeup, proclamations of emotional distress. As the parasocial demand for authenticity and accessibility increases, Hannah’s portraits feel increasingly hagiographic, presenting his figures, even those still living, like saints from a storied past. This reverence feels refreshingly out of step with our own demystified, or differently mystified, view of fame, even as the underlying mechanisms of desire and fascination remain.
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Nick Angelo
Sebastian GladstoneA big pharma scion funded the Tolkien exhibition at Rome’s National Gallery of Modern Art to normalize drug dependency by suggesting its correlation to Bilbo Baggins’ obsession with the One Ring. Or, hear me out, Whiskey Pete’s casino operates a mind-control project disguised as immersive art using data from an addiction treatment center’s experimental therapies.
These are two of the many conjectural rabbit holes one might go down while trying to parse the meaning of the large-scale vinyl sticker A Conspiracy Theory About Jade Helm 15, JRR Tolkien, The Van Gogh Exhibit Where Amoeba Music Used to Be, And Other Things (all works 2024), in which both the National Gallery and Whiskey Pete’s are featured. The work, installed in Sebastian Gladstone’s main gallery, presents a flow chart on an orange ground with images of sites (also including a former Symbionese Liberation Army safe house, the ecological research facility Biosphere 2 and a Luxe fitness center) linked together in a byzantine network of arrows, lines and circles. The diagrammatic structure appears in another acrylic-on-aluminum work, Blue Opal, which connects various buildings and objects—from a leather office chair and a treadmill to an industrial plant, a prison fence and a stately manor—on a grid resembling an architectural blueprint, manifesting a desire to expose unseen infrastructures and systems of authority. It also structured the exhibition, as a series of long black arrows were printed in vinyl on the wall, moving the eye from one work to another.
Nick Angelo, A Conspiracy Theory About Jade Helm 15, JRR Tolkien, The Van Gogh Exhibit Where Amoeba Music Used to Be, And Other Things, 2024. Courtesy of Sebastian Gladstone. Angelo’s invocation of icons, such as arrows, lines, circles and grids, elicits the sensation of conspiracy rather than offering a coherent ideology. This creates a kind of intellectual temptation on par with the gustatory temptations presented in the sumptuous, Dutch-style vanitas of fruit, bread and cheeses titled My God, Does He Eat Alone! (After Floris Claesz van Dijck). Angelo, who for years has meditated on the political, cultural and socioeconomic conditions of contemporary addiction (and who works with Community Health Project Los Angeles to provide clean needles to drug users), suggests in his work that conspiracy is another desired object that one might become addicted to.
This exhibition, “La Pensée Unique,” channeled much of what it feels like to wade through true and false conspiracy theories as we seek to understand the corporate and national interests that structure our lives. Because the actual network of power that perpetuates illness, addiction and poverty is complex and diffuse, having a stable theory of it is a kind of fantasy, much the same way that a dollhouse (an object Angelo explores in his dollhouse-like sculptural miniature A Celebration of the Union of Dr. Kris Kelvin and TINA Caruso, One for the Ages) fulfills a wish of stable domestic life. Angelo’s exhibition captured this conspiratorial impulse while also resisting its fruition. Instead, his work reflects on the abstract mechanisms and strategies of power that undergird those that are both visible and implied.
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Nora Turato
Sprüth Magers“Self is source. Self is pure positive energy. Self is worthy. Self is full of vitality. Self is healthy. Self is eager about life. Self is amazing.” One might imagine this incantation spoken in a low, meditative tone, as though by uttering the words with enough intention the speaker might manifest this vision in their own life. But artist Nora Turato chirps the staccato affirmations quickly, her cadence upbeat, like that of a motivational speaker selling you on tools to transform you—finally—into someone who can “get to [their] ultimate destiny.”
Critically, that destiny and those tools are never disclosed in Turato’s 47-minute video pool 6 (all works 2024), which occupied one half of the two-room exhibition “it’s not true!!! stop lying!” at Sprüth Magers. Instead, she sutures plaintive cries for healing, hackneyed wellness jargon and interrogations of selfhood into a sweeping monologue, which was present both as large red subtitles and as audio, her caricatured voice booming throughout the space.
Like pool 6, Turato’s text-based enamel wall works and murals distill an affective mode prevalent in recent years: that of the wellness aspirant. One enamel-on-steel work reads in blocky red lettering “I NEED SOME HEALING.” Another wall-spanning piece reads “speaking my TRUTH!!!” Each is composed solely of text on a monochromatic ground, employing scale and capitalization to register a frantic tone. Much of Turato’s text sounds confessional, but the phrases appear without context, like floating signifiers awaiting a subject to adhere to.
Nora Turato, pool 6, 2024. Photo: Robert Wedemeyer. © Nora Turato. Courtesy of the artist, LambdaLambdaLambda, Galerie Gregor Staiger and Sprüth Magers. Such anxieties about authenticity, healthfulness and personal achievement channel the market consciousness of a $5.6 trillion wellness industry. The artist appropriated her text from films, online forums, motivational talks and ad copy. Turato arranged the resulting pool of language in a book, which she then edited into monologues for her videos and performances, enamel panels and murals. Rather than offering viewers a glimpse into the private consciousness of another, she ventriloquizes the afflictions and affirmations that structure the wellness market’s faddish vocabulary.
Turato’s anti-lyricism is furthered by the works’ industrial aesthetic. Made of steel, vitreous enamel and emulsion paint on sometimes billboard-level scales, Turato’s works are not intimate, despite their emotional tenor. Instead, they suggest that the language of self-optimization pushes in on us by way of contemporary marketing strategies, infiltrating not only our speech but our innermost feelings as well.
One might feel superior to the anxious desperation voiced by the more plaintive of these works. Others are ironic and detached in tone, such as authenticity haha, in which the titular words emblazoned large-scale walls at the gallery’s entrance as if inviting viewers in on a joke. And in pool 6, Turato’s magnificent performance at times can seem spiteful. But at the same time, as she estranges and thus critiques the idioms of an industry profiting from personal and social ailments, she mirrors some of its allure. Backgrounding the text in pool 6, clouds move in real time through a pale blue sky. Viewers were drawn into the video’s atmosphere, its heavenly image mirrored by the shiny floor below as though beckoning interlopers to enter its space. Once you’re in, it’s hard to exit.
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GALLERY ROUNDS: Blood: Medieval/Modern
Getty MuseumBlood is unsightly in the flesh. Witnessing a bleeding person, one might turn away—or worse, be overcome with nausea and faint. For a substance essential to our functioning, to life itself, its image provokes extreme distress. If we were to trust our physiological responses to it, we’d think that blood is meant to remain hidden beneath the skin. Nevertheless, its representations are omnipresent. At its most basic, blood animates our bodies, and in Western traditions, it is the seat of spiritual and political life. In the 19th century, bloodletting was a common medical practice, while in the 20th century, it became a prime vector for disease. In our own century, a fixation on vampires, which closely associates blood with death, grips popular culture. “Blood: Medieval/Modern”—currently on view at the Getty—endeavors to outline such themes in blood’s significance from the premodern era to today.
The exhibition makes clear that tension between the necessary and the unbearable animates so much of blood’s representative, didactic and ritual use throughout history. The curators have opted for a thematic, rather than chronological structure, sectioning the exhibition into categories including devotion, medicine, genealogy and violence. Throughout the galleries, significant works of modern and contemporary art by Andres Serrano, Nan Goldin, Ana Mendieta, and others mingle with illuminated manuscripts, books of hours and medieval medicine didactics. The walls, bathed in deep red, not only recall blood but moreover instill a solemn and contemplative tone for what proves to be a sacred substance, in religious and nonreligious contexts alike.
This transhistorical approach illuminates how enduring blood’s fraught status remains. In the genealogy section, for instance, the significance of blood and biology perseveres, even as models of kinship expand beyond patrilineage. The curators juxtapose Glenn, Dario, and Tyrone (1998) by Iñigo Manglano-Ovalle with The Third Generation, Friedrick Derrer, a German genealogy of the Derrer family from the end of the 17th century. In the latter genealogical portrait, a lavishly costumed woman and man float on an abstract ground as a many-tendrilled plant snakes its way from the man, through the woman’s robes, out her breast and sprouts above them. Several coats of arms representing their children’s marriages adorn the plant’s leaves, highlighting the family’s political positions derived from their biological lineage. Manglano-Ovalle’s three-paneled family portrait, by contrast, literalizes its subjects’ biologies by representing only their DNA structures in irradiant blue and white chromogenic prints on acrylic. Glenn, Dario, and Tyrone are not related by blood but chose to present themselves as a familial unit. The work therefore challenges ideas of belonging and biology foundational to older conceptions of family. By opting to represent their DNA rather than their likenesses, however, Manglano-Ovalle highlights the endurance of the past in the present. Their difference, encoded in blood, persists despite their attachment.
If representations of family structured by—but reaching beyond—blood incorporate non-figural elements, other works are direct and confrontational. In the medieval era, suffering endured by Christ and the saints were entry points for meditative identification, while violence in recent contexts often serves a more radical political function. In Nan one month after being battered (1984) by Nan Goldin, the photographer turns the camera on herself, capturing her face after being hit by her partner. She embodies a classically seductive femininity in the photo, donning red lipstick and jewelry, and maintaining a direct gaze at the camera. But her left eye is clouded over with blood, forcing viewers to confront gendered abuse in domestic settings, and their potential complicity as bystanders to such violence. Blood takes on a different significance in a 15th-century book of hours displayed nearby, which captures a well-known theological narrative while draining it of brutality. The work depicts St. Sebastian (a Christian saint martyred by Romans during the Great Persecution of 303) in a richly illustrated, timeworn illuminated manuscript. Here, the nearly nude figure—placid as if dreaming—stands on a tiled floor, bound to a wooden pole and flanked decoratively by two men pointing arrows at him. Blood trickles gently out of wounds where other arrows have already pierced his body. Rather than a grotesque rendering of humiliation and attrition, this work asks viewers to encounter Sebastian’s placid transcendence evident not only in his expression but also in the slightness of his blood, as evidence of his connection to God.
Throughout these nuanced explorations of blood’s changing significance, certain works emerge as piercing through the veil of representation to convey the striking impact of encountering blood firsthand. Notable among them are ひろしま/ hiroshima #69 by Abe Hatsuko (2007) and Queer Blood America (2021) by Jordan Eagles. Both works eschew conventional figuration while highlighting the trace of blood: Hatsuko’s hyperrealistic photograph depicts blood stains on the shirt of a Hiroshima victim, while Eagles’ wall relief showcases a vial of actual blood set within a Captain America comic. These works recapture art’s aura, a quality often thought lost in our modern era, as they remind us of the sanctity of blood and thus of life. Echoing the meditative resonance found in many medieval artworks, they affirm that blood continues to hold a profound, almost spiritual significance, even as we’re confronted by its minimization every day.