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From the Editor
March-April 2023; Volume 17, issue 4Dear Reader,
As long as there are people, there will be portraits. Face it—no pun intended—people are attracted to people. We like to look at ourselves; we like to people-watch; we gaze into our lover’s eyes. Our faces are unique and fascinating: they are who we are.
As an artist, I was drawn to portraiture with my painting and photography. Once I embarked on a project to capture all of my friends’ faces (I can’t begin to tell you how many paintings that produced!). I photographed them, then painted only their faces onto an actual-size piece of found wood. Afterwards, I gave my friends their portraits—most of them tell me they still have theirs. I did this project for many reasons, but mainly to explore the mysteries of physiognomy—to discover how every face is so individual and reveals (or possibly disguises) that person’s personality.
An artist can get lost in the process of painting a face. Sometimes all it takes is the way the subject’s hair curls, a slight upturn of the smile, or the type of spectacles they wear that defines their being. Often a quick flick of the brush on a shadow or highlight is all that’s needed. Something so minute might be the ticket, then it’s done.
Each artist we feature here has their own unique approach to portraiture. Amir H. Fallah’s paintings involve complex narratives that address cultural boundaries. In his current body of work most of the faces are covered. Fallah’s elaborate figurative paintings are not drawn from actual people he knows, but from imagery found on the internet.
On our cover is Helen Chung’s painting of LA artist Senon Willams. Writer/critic Ezrha Jean Black sits down with Chung to discuss anatomy and the intimacy involved with the act of painting the sitter—which is Chung’s preferred method.
Luis Sahagun’s portraits employ traditional Meso-American healing rituals. His role as the artist is that of a spiritual consultant who examines the person he may doing a portrait of and what their ailments might be, often the result of social stresses. Sahagun will then apply the necessary materials that reflect the broken parts of that person’s being. In one instance, he does a self-portrait of when he experienced racism at college. David S. Rubin interviews the Mexican-American Chicago-based artist.
Henry Taylor is a storyteller with his portraits, written by Donnell Alexander. But don’t call him a portraitist. That was stressed in the opening press preview. That could also be said of many artists who are known for their portraits. Though don’t all portraits tell a story? Once you put a face on it, you’ve got a story—a person, a life.
If one visits the art galleries these days one does find that there’s an uptick in portraiture. Maybe that’s a sign that we are still human, and in these days of AI, that’s something to hold onto dearly.
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CODE ORANGE
March-April 2023 Winner & FinalistsCongratulations to our winner, Tim Sassoon, and our finalists, Sasson’s photo is seen above and first in our photo gallery in the March/April 2023 online edition of Artillery. The following photographs are the finalists. Please see the info below on how to enter for our May/June 2023 online-only photography column Code Orange.
Tim Sassoon, Skateboarders, 2023, Venice, CA; Film Photograph RC Simmons, LA Is Not Safe, 2023, Los Angeles: Digital Photograph George Legrady, November 2022, Santa Barbara; MidJournay v3 software Andrew Cowie, The Greenhouse, January, 2015, Solberga, Sweden; Digital Photograph Diana Cockerill, The Bathers, 2018 Beverly Blvd, Los Angeles; Digital Photograph Cecilia Arana, Just Another Day, 2023, Jamaica; Digital Photograph Silvia Sanna, Asinara Island, 2022 Asinara Sardinia, Italy; Digital Photograph Bryan Vazquez, Tidy Widy, February 16, 2023, Los Angeles, California; Digital Photograph Maureen Vastardis, Done for The Day, December, 2022, Long Beach, CA; Digital Photograph Elizabeth Arana, Sweet Life, 2023, Costa Rica; Digital Photograph CODE ORANGE is a web-based photography column and opportunity to have your work published in the magazine, curated by LA artist and photographer Laura London. Chosen entries will be published online in Artillery and finalists will appear online. CODE ORANGE is a documentary photography project and outlet for artists to express how they feel about the current state of the world.
Tumultuous times like ours have historically produced some of the most interesting, captivating, and timeless art; we hope to find and share similar works today. Images submitted should capture how our country and the world are affected by political, environmental change, social, personal, universal, identity issues. Photographs can be produced using a film or digital camera or smartphone. Black-and-white and or color images are accepted.
Ten photos are selected by London, one winner and nine finalists. The winner will receive a one-year subscription to Artillery. Their photo will appear on our homepage website for two months and winner and finalists will appear in our weekly Gallery Rounds newsletter, along with our Instagram post.
Good luck and we look forward to seeing your photographic submission!
DEADLINE for our May/June 2023 issue: May 1, 2023
Specifications for photo submissions:
• Only one photo per person
• FOR WEB: 72 dpi; 600 pixels wide. (hang onto your original large file in case you are selected for publication)
• Include: Artist Name, Title, Date, Place, and Medium (in that specific order)Label Image: First name, Last name,
Write the text for your image: First name, Last name, Title, Date, Location; Medium
• Email your photograph entry to lauralondon@artillerymag.com
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All That Glitters
The Transformative Portraiture of Jamie VastaOne of my favorite paintings is a portrait of myself at the age of five or so, composed by my father. Along with my siblings’ pictures and beyond the sentimentality, these portraits have become distinctive family emblems and historical markers, wrought at a time of optimism and possibility. That singular ability to capture transitory moments and ephemeral character is the essence of portraiture, the subject perpetually reanimated. Portraiture raises notions of conditional identity and, even when not flattering or mimetically precise, is curiously alluring. It has been a fixture in non-Western art for millennia, along with the belief that a person’s physiognomy provides insights into their persona—imagined or factual. Our fascination with countenances permeates culture, and our acquiescent relationship to them via painting, photography or selfies, is ubiquitous. Contemporary artists have taken on the technique anew—although engaging with “portraiture” does not necessarily align them as “portraitists.”
Jamie Vasta, an Oakland-based artist with a BA from Tufts Museum of Fine Arts, Boston and an MFA from California College of the Arts, San Francisco, operates on such a continuum—her work straddles notions of representation and more recently, landscape or “environmental portraiture.” She has a particular interest in reframing LGBTQIA+ narratives, posing her circle of friends and collaborators in often foreboding historical tableaux. The clincher is that all of her works are created utilizing glitter and glue—pedestrian materials that utterly transform both context and allusion. Composed on flat panels with painstaking subtlety, it’s a physically onerous creative process.
Glitter has a particularly American history, invented in the 1930s by Henry Ruschmann, but the artistic use of shimmering substances can be found in antiquity. The stuff is often associated with queer culture, drag queens and rockers alike—“glitter bombing” is frequently employed as a political tactic. Use of lustrous materials by contemporary artists isn’t particularly new, Andy Warhol’s Diamond Dust Shoes (1980) is embellished with a shimmering glass-based powder and emerged at a cultural moment of extreme disco and concomitant bacchanalia. Notorious bad boy Damien Hirst went a step further with his fully diamond-encrusted skull, For the Love of God (2007) and ancillary diamond-dusted prints. Artist Ebony G. Patterson takes a more considered approach—her lush works employ glitter, but it’s a bit of a subterfuge: “Beneath all of the layers, beneath the shine, beneath the patterns beneath the embellishment sits an uneasy question. The question is whether or not you choose to look for this,” she states.
Vasta works in a similar vein; she adroitly compels the viewer to consider the nature of the human condition: desire, joy, sexuality and death all play roles in her multiple mise en scènes.
Jamie Vasta, Narcissus, 1603, 2010. Private Collection. Courtesy of the artist. “The Hunt,” an early suite of paintings, depicts female hunters celebrating in what is often controversial territory, but the series doesn’t purport to be a visual treatise, quite the contrary. The amiable portrait, Virginia (2007) depicts a young, proud girl hunter, hoisting a formidable rifle while imbibing on a juice carton. The materialism of glitter and the familiarity of the imagery both honor and assuage a provocative, sociological juxtaposition: This is America.
The “After Caravaggio” series is a contemporary reframing of Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio’s historic paintings. The original Narcissus, depicted in the Mannerist style, illustrates a young boy in 16th-century garb, languorously gazing onto his reflected image, the outcome ultimately tragic. With Narcissus, 1603 (2010), Vasta envisions an alternative narrative and inserts a tattooed T-shirt–clad male gazing into a cocaine-laden baroque mirror, rendered entirely with glitter. The resulting picture is beguiling and decadently glamorous, its calculation pushed into the 21st century with the consequences in question.
Don’t haul on the rope don’t (2009) from the “Sea Shanties” series presents an altogether darker narrative, the forces of nature subsuming a young man drowning in a pall of darkness, glitter confounding his plight. “This series was decidedly vague and foreboding,” says Vasta. Even so, it’s impossible not to be mesmerized by the pictures; light plays an outsized role in their hypnotic appearance. With Elyse Elaine (2012), a work in the “Burlesque” series, a formidable Black woman proudly sashays as a radiant performer, her confidence, desire and focus beyond reproach, glitter propelling her portrait into superstar status. As the artist says, “I was interested in the ways that both burlesque and drag play with camp femininity, and in what’s similar and different about how each do so, and how that might relate to the connotations of glitter as a material. I wanted to give the portraits some art-historical gravitas, so the models and I utilized a lot of poses drawn from John Singer Sargent’s society portraits.”
Jamie Vasta, Elyse Elaine, 2012. Courtesy of the artist. The artist’s most recent work has taken a bit of a turn from her staged portraits; the 2020 series “Fire” posits destruction as metaphor for cultural implosions—glimmering conflagrations of a collapsed world. “The fires seem more personally relevant now that I’ve been living in California for almost 20 years, and then when COVID happened the fire paintings suddenly became very much about the pandemic to me.”
Vasta deftly resurrects splendor from moments often bleak or inconclusive; her considerable forte is imparting an astute sense of erudite and seductive spectacle. In her hands, the medium is only part of the message.
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Uncut and From the Heart
Henry Taylor Ditches One Tool for AnotherAmid an ocean of color-mad paintings in Henry Taylor’s three-decade retrospective at MOCA is a colorless painted object: a black typewriter case overlaid with text of thick white coarse brushstrokes:
I TRY To be
Write aint
TRY’n to be
WHITESimple rhythmic text that’s plain white on black—but not so simple as one might think at first; this untitled piece registers in my brain as essential. Taylor’s work hinges on the idea needing to tell stories and doing so with a singularly curated empathy.
“Taylor has an interest in people, he wants to know them, to help them, to be around them,” writes LA artist and CalArts art prof. Charles Gaines in the accompanying catalog of the exhibition, “Henry Taylor: B Side.” “Painting portraits allows him to be with people, to spend time with them.”
Spilling over the bottom of the typewriter case and onto its handle are crudely painted front teeth in white paint, baring discontent that’s as present in his paintings as the influence of Picasso. The identity message gets delivered with a smile, but deep down it’s no joke.
I TRY To be
Write aint
TRY’n to be
WHITEHenry Taylor, Screaming Head, 1999. Image and work ©Henry Taylor, courtesy the artist and Hauser & Wirth. Photo by Jeff McLane. Taylor, 65, studied journalism and anthropology at Oxnard Community College. He only wanted to tell stories about people—his folks in particular. But journalism is full of complications and potential misconceptions; people think you’re doing one thing when you’re trying to pull off another. Art is unmediated, uncut and from the heart.
Taylor always had the raw tools of expression. His empathy—honed by watching the inherent struggles of seven elder siblings—would rise toward an uncanny level on the strength of working for years as a mental health technician. His Camarillo State Hospital tech gig falls under the umbrella of nursing. This facility (rumored the subject of the Eagles’ song, “Hotel California”) provided Taylor constant interaction with disturbed persons who could not check out and—it almost goes without saying—would almost never leave.
For 10 years this in-the-making artist was friends with the officially insane. He developed lasting relationships with patients who might go mental on a dime. You get your doctorate in empathy this way.
Many of Taylor’s subjects in his portraits are homeless and street people. Like Taylor’s studio in DTLA, my own place of work sits not far from Skid Row. Walk Skid Row sometime, if only its perimeter. If you haven’t had the downtown Los Angeles pedestrian experience, stroll over to learn that—as horrendous and overwhelming a Black place as you imagine Skid Row to be—it’s worse. By a lot. While maneuvering through and around Skid Row’s tents and humanity I avert my eyes and tick the reminder box: our most tangible example of America not honoring its responsibilities for slavery. Right here.
It’s not only poverty-stricken subjects who benefit from Taylor’s deep sensitivity. His characterizations of family and historical figures seem driven by his ability to also elicit by suggestion. When Taylor takes on Black Americans who have died at the hands of police (Philando Castile, Sean Bell) the sense of this artist having lived with them can be overwhelming. These paintings come across less as portraiture than magical communion based on the artist’s interaction with the idea of his dead subjects. We may never know them so well.
Henry Taylor, Gettin it Done, 2016. Hudgins Family Collection, New York. Image and work © Henry Taylor. Courtesy of the artist and Hauser & Wirth. About a quarter of the exhibition was made specifically for the show. Among the 152 pieces in “B Side,” my favorites are paintings (mostly portraits) that come across like funk-filled story-songs. But nothing in these MOCA rooms has more arch autobiography baked in than the untitled typewriter case, except maybe the neighboring art objects (displayed together in a vitrine) comprising painted objects such as cigarette packages and cereal boxes—the default products of the artist’s inability to afford proper canvases early in his career. He smoked Newports and ate Lucky Charms, and—at least one time, presumably—used the similar budget typewriter to the one that I struggled to get my stories across with.
Mistaking a Black person’s effort to be correct for aspirational whiteness is an especially American phenomenon. One need not have read The 1619 Project to be in on the artist’s joke—the distinction that Taylor’s creation makes is in broad conversation with Black America.
Though his works rely heavily on a reporter’s eye, gut and experience say that Henry Taylor would not have meshed well over on First Street, in the Times building. The painted type writer case, created not so very long ago (2021), at my center of this vivid exhibition, tells all the stories that a commercial painter’s child from Ventura would in time get more than right.
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Brilliant Veils
Amir H. Fallah Creates Vibrant Artworks That Question Cultural BoundariesEntering a room of portraits by Amir H. Fallah, the first thing you’ll notice is that you can’t see their faces: the figures are cloaked. In one, the subject sits draped in a richly patterned blue-and-purple shawl, cradling what looks like a gilded African head in its lap. In another, a figure with purple arms strikes a pose seemingly drawn from ancient Near Eastern art, swathed in a lustrous cloak with a dragon design, the creature’s snarling face overlapping the subject’s.
“I think of all of my work as kind of psychological portraits, and not literal portraits,” Fallah says. “Is a portrait someone’s physical likeness, which really doesn’t tell you anything about who they are? Or is a portrait like someone’s experiences, their personality, their beliefs? So with the veiled figures, you have to focus on everything else to try to figure out who this person is, from the fabric that they’re covered in, the objects they surround themselves with.”
Yet these veiled portraits constitute just one facet of Fallah’s oeuvre. A new solo survey show at UCLA’s Fowler Museum—known for its ethnographic holdings—demonstrates just how far the artist’s omnivorous vision has expanded over the past decade. Titled “The Fallacy of Borders,” the exhibition includes painting, sculpture and even a set of stained-glass windows. No less significantly, it also reveals the breadth of Fallah’s interests, which span from skateboard culture and textile design to scientific illustration; from Persian miniatures and modernist abstraction to obscure ephemera. Melding elements of high and low, East and West, ancient and modern, his works doggedly question boundaries that separate people, cultures and genres. At times it almost looks as if he took elements from various wings of an encyclopedic museum and threw them into a blender, then laid out the results into a dreamlike rebus.
That sense of drawing from a medley of sources is embedded in Fallah’s biography. Born in 1979 in Tehran during the Islamic Revolution, Fallah and his family first moved to Turkey and Italy before coming to the US as refugees. He got his graduate degree at UCLA before settling in Los Angeles, where he was steeped in a rich Latino culture. “Yeah, I’m all over the place,” he says. “I’m a cultural mutt. My wife is Puerto Rican, and my son is half Iranian, half Puerto Rican and American, you know? And he looks white. Also, I’m very dark-skinned for an Iranian, so nobody ever thinks I’m Iranian. My wife happens to look Irish. So none of us looks like who we quote-unquote ‘are.’”
Amir H. Fallah, Protector 1, 2022; acrylic on canvas; Courtesy of the artist and Ginsberg Family Collection. In 1996, Fallah started Beautiful/Decay, a DIY zine, which grew into a full-color publication and attracted a wide cult following (and is featured prominently in the show). In the decades since, his practice of sampling snippets of disparate imagery and design has expanded through the use of online digital archives, from which Fallah liberally gleans to discover elements for his works. “A lot of times I don’t even know the origins of a lot of them,” he explains. “So I don’t care about its initial context. I’m seeing it as the raw ingredients, that I’m giving new life to.”
In combining images from far-flung sources, Fallah is only building on the sort of fluid cultural exchanges that are rooted in history. As an example, he notes how dragons, often regarded as a Chinese motif, can also be found in Persian artwork. Sitting before the largest painting in the show, he points to a pair of angels on the left half of the canvas. “They look Asian, but they’re actually Persian, they’re from a Persian miniature,” he says. “So am I appropriating something that’s Asian? Or am I appropriating something that’s my own?”
The wall-sized work also includes the image of an Alpine maiden from an old-time matchbox cover, a pair of mirrored flamingos, and a hand holding out a pigeon like a peace offering, laid out across a grid-like armature. The mirror patterns suggest a Rorschach print, with dualities of good and evil, or opposing perspectives, while a Rubik’s Cube hints at the need for addressing puzzle-like challenges. But the title, Break Down the Walls (2022) reveals a darker reality, alluding to the policy of separating migrant children at the border during Trump’s presidency. The issue holds special relevance to Fallah, himself an immigrant, with a son the same age as many of those detained.
“I want to visually seduce the viewer with ornamentation, decoration, bright colors, patterning, and make them spend time with the work,” he elucidates. “And the more they spend time with the work, they realize that it’s not just like a candy-coated sugary snack. It’s very much about reality. It’s a way to make the dark realities of the world more swallowable.”
In recent years, he has expanded the range of sources that inspire him to include evocative lines of text, and themes from children’s stories that he reads to his young son. But although his dazzling colors and designs may look psychedelic, Fallah himself has no interest in drug culture. “The irony is I don’t even drink,” he laughs. “I’ve never smoked a cigarette, never smoked pot.” Instead, they draw from his fascination with graffiti and skateboarding, and with digital imagery. “These are also the colors of advertising, or of illustration,” he reflects. “I feel like I’m just using the palette of our time. Which is loud, bold and in-your-face.”
The effect tilts into the realm of the sublime in his stained-glass windows, which employ modernist geometries and primary colors as a scaffold for cryptic tableaux of veiled figures, posed amid natural history elements like lizards and mollusks and eerie anatomical illustrations; illuminated from behind, they lend the gallery the mystical aura of a chapel.
Amir H. Fallah, Silent Sounds, 2021-2022. Courtesy of the artist and Dio Horia Gallery. Beyond the Fowler exhibition, Fallah will also be having two other visible projects around LA to coincide with Frieze week, making the winter something of a Fallah-palooza. In February he’s opening an exhibit of new paintings at Shulamit Nazarian, called “A War on Wars,” which he sees as a “meditation on all the horrible things of war, not just in Iran.”
On the building’s façade, he’s installing a large neon artwork, created with the neon artist matt dilling, inspired by the current protests in Iran. Titled Chant, the piece depicts a female-faced sun encircled by the words “Woman Life Freedom” in English, Farsi and phoneticized Farsi. The sun had long been a Persian national symbol; when the Pahlavi dynasty took over the country, they removed the female face from its depictions. In restoring it in his radiant public artwork, Fallah honors the Iranian women who are currently protesting with such bravery and resolve. When it’s sold, 100% of the funds will be donated to human rights charities.
This attests to one final aspect of his practice: that beneath Fallah’s curiosity lies compassion. Not merely an act of eager cultural mixology, for all its crafty flair, his work feels like a private assertion of hope. It’s all about the possibility, and durability, of cross-cultural dialogue. Rooted in Los Angeles, with its irresistible amalgam of cultures and visual stimuli, but impelled by a fascination with the visual expression of diverse peoples and geographies, he’s both an LA artist and a global one. Which makes him perhaps uniquely qualified to address some of the issues of nationality and identity that confront us today.
“I want to make work that’s about this period in time that we’re living in—the good, the bad, the ugly,” he says. “I want people to like look back and be like, oh, this work marks this period in human history. It’s not nostalgic for a period in time that he wasn’t in. It was exactly about the time that he was in, right now.”
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On the Nose
Helen Chung Talks AnatomyThe afternoon we agree to meet for a quick Q&A over drinks, Helen Chung arrives at the restaurant slightly late (though not much later than me)—fittingly enough, from a commissioned portrait sitting. Engaged by the process, conversation and the resulting portrait itself, the subject has kept her somewhat longer than originally anticipated—commissioning a second portrait on the spot.
Portrait painting can be a complicated business—complicated by the artist’s knowledge, acquaintance or relationship with the subject (and vice-versa), the subtle push and pull of the process itself, the subject’s own self-knowledge or awareness, or sheer vanity. A bit of choreography may be involved (a shift of positioning or placement); art direction may be tweaked (something of a specialty for this artist). Conversation enlivens the process, but may also prolong and complicate it: mouth, lips, cheeks, jaw, eyes move—and the face changes. It is a social process and Helen rolls with it, but she is adroit at giving direction or asserting control when necessary.
Full disclosure: I have known Helen for a number of years and we are friendly. And yes—she has painted my portrait (two in one sitting—both excellent likenesses, each revealing a distinctive mood and aspect). Most people in the LA arts community are aware that the core of her practice is conceptual and frequently quite abstract. But she is known for her portraiture: she has painted more than 100 portraits over the last six or seven years, and between 60 and 70 of them are people well known in the LA art world.
Helen orders a chamomile-mint tea and we don’t quite get down to business—since (as if I were sitting for a portrait) we chat about everything. We start with the portrait she just finished:
CHUNG: At first I thought this one was coming out more abstract; but then it turns out that he thinks it looks more like himself. And that’s always what happens. What I think is less like them, they often think, “No—you really captured me here even more!”
As I was telling [her subject], I’ve been reading a lot of Elizabeth Bishop lately, and what I realized appealed to me so much is that she repeats herself from one line or stanza to the next, changing something a little, then changing it again; and then changing something else. She’s constantly restating or readjusting the idea with something just slightly different.
And this way of restating the idea is very appealing to me—because when I do these portraits, I’m very aware that I’m going to correct the mark I just made, but I’ll make it anyway. And then I’ll go in there and deliberately make another mark that I think—ha!—that’s also going to be altered. But I like that alteration constantly happening until it just feels right—when all the different alterations feel right just staying there. It’s as if I were subconsciously applying her method of observing and reimagining things, and then setting down what she imagined in the lines of her poem.
I think there’s imagining in Bishop’s process that connects with the intuitive way I approach my subject. And when I do my abstract work, it’s exactly the same. There are certainly differences, but it’s a similar process to build something up, knowing it might be something I have to correct or follow-up on; but I have to keep going through it.
I’m not interested in just re-narrating everything people see and already know about, the typical portraiture—people sitting a certain way in front of us, stuff in the studio background or a photo reference, just capturing life like that. It’s just not enough for me.
ARTILLERY: As you’re making a mark, you’re conscious of what immediately preceded where you’re at, while thinking ahead to the next mark—and sort of merging the two or three positions or marks. There’s a constant oscillation—which turns out to be one way to an excellent likeness. I think a lot of us relate to that simply as a matter of being. You’re doing one thing, but thinking a little bit about something else, the next thing.
I’m always thinking of something else—three other things!”
Helen Chung, Ezrha, 2017. Courtesy of the artist. [Portrait of the author of this story]. And if you’re writing, sometimes you’re drilling down into the word or sentence, but at the same time thinking a bit ahead and conscious of how the other part of the sentence or paragraph fits. I think I make myself slightly mad doing that. But you’re not slow about it; you execute these things pretty rapidly. You keep your brushes moving, and you get it done.
I think you need to do that. It’s what people are used to, and then they start talking to me—and it makes it easier for me if they don’t move too much. While they’re talking with me, they’ll sometimes drift off par hasard, looking slightly away, and I’ll get a nice three-quarter view. People can be very insecure about their noses. But I like them better when they’re slightly three-quarters and show the nose. But I like their eyes to turn to me.
Funny that we call that sort of look “abstracted”—which has something to do with the dynamic of the process, having to do with being self-conscious about having someone focusing on one’s likeness, but also distracted by one’s thoughts—and then you’re conversing on top of it.
It can get complicated. Some people, I probably shouldn’t encourage to talk. Something gets into their head and they just can’t stop talking. I had one subject I found slightly odd-looking—almost like a Martian, but kind of beautiful. But it was like ten parts of her body were in motion as she talked. And she could not stop talking.
But then you always engage people—you have to.
I do! I was going to say that I don’t necessarily have to pay that much attention, because I’m really focused on my drawing first and foremost. And when I engage them, they reveal stuff about themselves that goes into the painting.
And some of that comes across in portraits of subjects like “G”—who’s a talker, a writer, a thinker.
All of that. I think it’s something unique to my practice because I want to capture something of their essence; it would be hard for me to do that if they were just sitting there …I’ve tried.
“G” started to ask me, “Do you want me to do something different?” And I said, “No—stay where you are. If I want to change your hands, I’ll change them myself.” And he says “How?” “In my drawing, not with you.” I already know what his hand looks like in every position. So if it’s not the right shape I’m looking at, I can change it to another—just in my drawing.
I feel like I’m still allowing myself to make mistakes—which I actually embrace. Outside the contemporary art world, you can see some extremely tight rendering made for the sake of a kind of realism that takes no chances; and that’s why their work looks dead. You’ve got to take the chance to let the errors happen because that’s when it comes alive.
We’re all human and I’m trying to capture it in real time. And in real time there’s going to be some weird gestures or hand movements or conditions that you want to acknowledge—instead of changing the person.
I’ve told you about how I love Brice Marden—and I was just thinking about how he always erases about 70 percent of his markings—making a mark and then really thinking about that, and then seeing how much can be removed and that erasure is part of the painting. I guess I paint over rather than erase, but I like to be able to see what I covered over. So that the little struggle is visible, and also adds texture to an otherwise fairly effortless piece of work.
Helen Chung, Makayla, 2019. Courtesy of the artist. But for the most part, a gesture, positioning, placement are to one extent or another a function of your subject’s personality, manner and demeanor, and that enters into the portrait chemistry. That’s a real art.
I won’t change the character of the portrait.
We’ve talked before about how your portrait-painting, as a routine part of your art practice, began as “lunch portraits”—made in the spirit of Frank O’Hara’s Lunch Poems. How have the portraits evolved since those first portraits of your “lunch visitors”—your pals, other artists and random sitters?
In the beginning I was simply portraying what I saw in front of me. I wanted to be pretty accurate. But as I began doing more and more of them, I realized I could take more liberties—changing the positions of their hands, manipulating stuff in the background. Hands are always important. They speak for a person. Two years into this process, my imagination was much more integral to making these portraits. People are usually chatting on [during a sitting] and what they tell me can spin off another image for me. It’s not always directly related to the subject, but if I have an idea of something that will transport them to another place, I’ll ask them.
I put Thomas Linder in a kind of wooden cottage that seemed like it might belong to his grandmother—but then he doesn’t have that kind of a grandmother. I did a painting of a subject who was tired—he had his sunglasses on and was constantly looking at his phone—I couldn’t make eye contact with him. So I put him in Julian Schnabel’s apartment—with a big Schnabel painting behind him.
But I thought eye contact was critical for you.
I made an exception—I work with whatever I’ve got. He looked adorable and he wanted to sit for me. So I said, “Let’s do it.
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Frames Within Frames
The Photography of Grant MudfordGrant Mudford is a photographer with an extensive publication and exhibition history. Born in Sydney, Australia, in 1944, he studied architecture at the University of New South Wales (Sydney) and moved to Los Angeles in 1977. Since the 1980s he has functioned as a commercial photographer and became well known for his architectural and editorial work, along with his portrait photography. Last summer a show at PRJCTLA titled “Grant Mudford: Rosamund Felsen, A Photographic Essay” presented 80 of his portraits of artists associated with her gallery. Filling the walls were large-scale black-and-white photographs of noted LA artists from the 1980s such as Chris Burden, Mike Kelley and Paul McCarthy, as well as smaller color images (that originated as gallery announcements) installed in large grids spanning two opposite walls. Many of these photographs were shot on location at the artist’s studio and here Mudford’s insight shines through as he deftly juxtaposes the artists, their work and the specificity of the location. Included is Jacci Den Hartog standing in a corner, surrounded by sculptures that cut across the composition with her shirt matching the color in the artwork. There are multiple pictures of Patrick Nickell, who appears to be lost in the creation of his work. Numerous images of artists depicted from behind, including Karen Liebowitz seated on a scaffolding that fuses with the imagery in her painting.
I asked Grant to speak a bit about his portraits.
Grant Mudford, “Rosamund Felsen: A Photographic Essay” installation view, 2022. Courtesy of PRJCTLA. ARTILLERY: Do you see your portraits of artists as collaborations?
Mudford: Some portrait sessions are more collaborations than others. A lot depends on how much the subject is aware of both the possibilities and the limitations of photography. Surprisingly few, including photographers, really understand this. Reality and photography are two totally different worlds. Hopefully the subject will trust me to make an image of them that they are comfortable with. Mutual trust is important. Since I am always confident in putting a composition together, I listen but I rarely need input from the subject.How do you differentiate between the work you do for yourself and the work that is for hire or commissioned. Do you approach the session differently knowing what the outcome will be, whether it’s a book, magazine, announcement card or fine art?
I am always aware why am I making a photograph. If I’m making a photo for myself, it’s the most interesting way of working. I start from scratch and the possibilities are endless. If someone is paying me to make a photo, there are certain client expectations that I will consider. However, I can always manage to make a photo that, to me, qualifies as a work of art.Many of your photographs are shot through windows or even the computer screen, creating frames within frames. I know we have spoken about composition and how important framing is. Can you talk a little about that?
The frame is critical to my work. Before making a photo, I carefully scrutinize all the edges and corners of the boundaries of the composition. I consider the position of everything contained within the frame and pay attention to what is cut by the frame and is suggested beyond the boundaries of the frame.To me, what exists within the frame of the photo is more important than the subject itself. It’s always interesting to discover a frame such as a window, often a doorway, mirror or even computer screens that I can incorporate into the final composition, offering a glimpse outside the primary composition.
Grant Mudford, “Rosamund Felsen: A Photographic Essay” installation view, 2022. Courtesy of PRJCTLA. Can you talk about the images you created as exhibition announcements for Rosamund Felsen Gallery as well as why the artists are sometimes depicted from the back?
One of the things that I tried to do with the Rosamund Felsen Gallery exhibition announcements was to offer an image that shows an integration and a relationship between the artist and the art itself, often achieved by positioning the artist within a dense collection of work in progress in their studio. I often position the artist with their back toward the camera so that the art receives at least as much attention as the artist.Have you ever had a situation with an artist who was unresponsive, and you just could not “get” the picture. Do you re-shoot or visit an artist you just met more than once?
During a portrait photo session, an artist may seem unresponsive to participating in the process. I found that much of this resistance is based on fear. To minimize the artist’s exposure to the ordeal, I will bring in the artist only after I have totally prepped the composition for the camera. I have never found it necessary to re-shoot any of my portraits. -
Spiritual Healing
Luis Sahagun’s Cathartic Family PortraitsAs a practitioner of curanderismo, an ancient Meso-American system of folk medicine, Mexican-born, Chicago-based Luis Sahagun regularly performs limpias, traditional cleansing or “soul-retrieving” rituals. As an artist, he has applied this practice to the creation of portraits of people, living or dead, who are the chosen beneficiaries of his healing efforts. For a recent exhibition at Charlie James Gallery, he turned the LA gallery into a chapel of sorts, with its shrines consisting of healing portraits of family members, including himself.
In his role as a curandero, Sahagun seeks advice from the Mexican Medicine Wheel, which is divided into four sections (north, south, east and west) that list various “medicines” such as the natural elements, certain animals, the four seasons and certain stages of human life. According to the artist, “We call it walking with our medicine. This system holds a deep connection to the invisible and intangible higher source, which can be defined as a belief system with faith and energy connection.” By “medicine,” of course, Sahagun is not referring to a pill. He explains, “In my limpias I go into the spirit realm to seek knowledge or help on what is best needed for the sitter to use as medicine for their journey. Medicine is not just a chemical makeup that takes away a headache, but rather medicine as in what your spirit and soul need to be nourished.”
Luis Sahagun, Maria Bonita, Maria del Alma, 2022. Courtesy of Latchkey Gallery. To begin a portrait of a living person, Sahagun functions as a spiritual consultant. In preparation for Limpia no. 1 (Maria “Mariquita” Rodriquez Sahagun), a portrait of one of his sisters, he asked his subject for permission to perform a cleansing rite and, once she agreed, the two exchanged phone calls and text messages to assess her emotional situation, how she needed to be healed, and what burdens she wanted to release. He then advised her to incorporate some specific rituals into her daily routine and informed her as to when he would be working on the portrait, so that they could share spiritually in the ritual’s energy. Next, he embarked on what he considers to be a shamanic journey, using the medicine wheel “to procure the cleansings, healings and/or purifications” that are needed as he taps into the spirit world by connecting with his Nagual, or spirit guide. Sahagun then worked on the portrait over a number of sessions while performing limpias, drawing facial features in charcoal and fashioning clothing and other features from miniature sculptures he makes to “communicate” a recommended medicine. He also adds to the mix custom-made resin beads that are “charged” with plant medicine, crystals, chants and photographic images deemed important to the subject.
From a therapeutic perspective, Sahagun considers a finished portrait to be “an individualized treatment aimed [at facilitating] healing of the heart and soul via herbs, energy work, counseling, rituals and spiritual cleanings.” Yet, in examples such as Limpia no. 3 (Jose Luis “Don Chepe” Sahagun Sotelo), it is also a symbolic representation of the historical and cultural survival of the immigrant laborer. The subject—the artist’s father—left Guadalajara for Chicago in the 1970s due to the gang violence he encountered while working as a bus driver. Undocumented for many years, he labored in fields and steel factories before landing employment as a truck driver. In this and other portraits, Sahagun refers to the laborer by building supports for the paintings from construction materials such as drywall, concrete, silicone and lumber. In the rendering of his father, he portrays his subject as a strong, dignified survivor by appropriating the style of 17th-century royal Spanish portraiture, and crowning him in a kingly manner with a fragment of an ornate vintage frame positioned directly above his head.
Luis Sahagun, Soul Retrieval no.3 (Luis Alvaro “Alvarito” Sahagún Nuño), 2022. Courtesy of Charlie James Gallery, Los Angeles Photo – @ofphotostudio. When communing with the spirits of deceased figures, Sahagun relies on carefully selected old photographs, such as one of his grandmother in her 20s as the basis for her portrait. Similarly, he turns to photos of himself at several ages for his self-portraits. For one example, he sought to heal the wounds of racism he experienced while a college student at a predominately white institution, and thus focused on a photo of himself from that period while consulting with his spirit guide.
Whether or not one believes in the efficacy or validity of the healing powers intended by Sahagun’s portraits, we can all certainly appreciate their symbolic and aesthetic reverence for the enduring heritages of indigenous peoples.
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Africa Around Town
“Adornment | Artifact,” Curated by jill monizThe Getty Villa’s exhibition, “Nubia: Jewels of Ancient Sudan,” offers a stunning display of jewelry and items of personal adornment excavated from burials of royalty and aristocratic individuals from a region that spans what is today southern Egypt and northern Sudan. Almost 3000 years of ancient history are presented in exquisite examples of metalwork in silver, bronze and mostly gold, reflecting the abundant and coveted gold mines of Nubia.
At one point, I found myself in front of a gypsum relief of what appeared to be hieroglyphics carved into a stone temple wall. Closer inspection revealed it was LA artist lauren halsey’s image of an urban building façade, plastered with ads in English and Spanish for cash loans and “pupusas y hot-dogs,” and graffiti declaring the space occupied by the viewer as “our hood.”
This subversive contemporary artwork’s inclusion in an antiquities museum is thanks to “Adornment | Artifact,” a related curatorial project by Transformative Arts’ co-founder jill moniz. Moniz invited more than 60 artists representing the diverse lineages of the Nubian diaspora in LA to respond to the Villa’s exhibition in five sister exhibitions across the city that celebrate their unique cultural legacies. “These ideas live in us,” said moniz, “and happen to also be part of what makes LA such a vital and vibrant place.”
Inspired, to experience this ambitious project, I decided to visit the other four sites.
Installation shot: “Adornment | Artifact” at Transformative Arts. Photo by Bianca Collins. Born in Turkey, moniz told me in an interview that she sees art as a “pathway, and a doorway at the same time, to building place for oneself in one’s community.” A foundational understanding that visual literacy helps people build agency and mobility has guided Transformative Arts’ program with vulnerable populations around the world since 2006. “It drives everything I do,” admited moniz. “Art becomes something more when it’s combined with a viewer—or a wearer in the case of adornment—something greater, and more spiritual; a pathway to divinity.”
The “Adornment | Artifact” journey took me from The Getty Villa in Malibu to a pop-up gallery in a retail space at Baldwin Hills Crenshaw Plaza, an important trade route in a primarily Black neighborhood. This installation is “about discovery,” said moniz. Nubian symbols and materials abound, each with its own unique interpretation. I particularly loved Jackson Moniz’ (moniz’ son) gorgeous drawing with pen-and-coffee on paper of “LA Hieroglyphics” in his signature single-line style; Brenna Youngblood’s cosmic Blue Star made with painted mixed media on metal and Dale Davis’ Midnight Basketball Corner Shot, an assemblage commenting on possibility and transformation.
Moniz’ other son, Jules, was the gallery attendant. A soft-spoken young man, he deftly explained that the trade routes from ancient Nubia set up a cultural ownership of materials used in the works on display. “That ownership was something taken during colonialism, stolen and co-opted by museums,” he said. “We have a more democratic, communal vision for these pieces, these items that have been used and repurposed.”
Located in the historically Black neighborhood of West Adams is Terrell Tilford’s Band of Vices gallery, an anchor cultural space that provides a platform for those who have been historically overlooked and marginalized. An Alison Saar sculpture of a life-sized relief of a woman made from metal, material revered sculpturally in ancient Nubia, stole the show in this white-cube space. Viewers were invited to step into this strong female form, which bears scars filled with cowrie shells, a sign of wealth. The piece reclaims and re-articulates a narrative about “what our perceived weaknesses are and aren’t,” said moniz.
Transformative Arts, moniz’ project space smack dab in the heart of downtown LA’s gallery row, is all about community. An ongoing weekly art project during the run of “Adornment | Artifact” invites community members to create an image of an Eye of Horus and proudly display it on the walls surrounding the exhibition, an evolving art installation that will cover the walls by the time the show closes.
Installation shot: “Adornment | Artifact” at Transformative Arts. Photo by Bianca Collins. Finally, I visited Eastern Projects in Chinatown and met with Rigo Jimenez, a Chicano with old-school sensibilities and a history of nurturing emerging artists. Eastern Projects’ reputation as a space for revolution and change made it the sensible host for work by artists like Timothy Washington, an assemblage artist whose works feature thousands of fragments of found artifacts, and Retna, the street artist whose calligraphy adorning walls all over the world has created a sensation.
“When you go into white institutions and museums, you’re told you don’t know anything: ‘Don’t touch. Don’t engage. Look in reverence. We are the only ones who know the truth,’” said moniz. “But at Baldwin Hills Crenshaw, they’re in a mall. It’s theirs. To watch people realize it is for them is empowering both to us and to them.”
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DECODER
That Thing-centric LoveI hope you’ve had this problem: You like some art somewhere but you hate the social machinery around it.
You know something is good, but the discourse, the nepotism, the snobs, the takes, the informative six-page features, the art history teachers, the leachers, the exiguous creatures in the bleachers, and the limited-edition sneakers: they make you despair.
You love a thing—a thing, an object, not even a person. And to find that love or articulate it, or to acknowledge how much your love of actual people comes down to being able to share that thing-centric love with them, requires intercourse with harsh processes where the sausage of that love is extruded from the great and squealing hog of life in a society.
Loving art in a way that brings it close to your life sounds like something that happens to a maiden aunt in a novel about finding romance on a trip to rural Italy, but it also just sucks—like loving a cat with three legs but no bladder control.
If we can stop being ironic about our relationship to the apparatus of art, so much of what we worry about is the line where the art ends and the bullshit begins.
Thirty-one minutes and 59 seconds into Tár—a film about the downfall of a celebrated fictional contemporary conductor—the titular Lydia sits at a piano and plays a Bach prelude to a skeptical student, monologuing as she plays: “…you hear what it really is, it’s a question,” (as she plays an up-talking musical phrase) “and an answer,” (and a subtly different phrase) “which begs another question,” (a phrase again). “There’s a humility in Bach, he’s not pretending he’s certain about anything because he knows that its always the question that involves the listener—it’s never the answer”.
I like this prelude. I think it is Good Art. I like how Lydia/Cate Blanchett plays. Good Art, too. The skeptical music student agrees (and when rivals agree it is the closest thing we have to truth in the arts) that Lydia plays well. I would even venture so far as to say that despite me knowing fuck-all about classical music that Lydia’s analysis of Bach is persuasive, and maybe I even learned something. Which is good because I know so fuck-all about classical music I had to Google to find out it was a prelude.
And despite there being two hours left to go in the movie that’s all I know for sure about the art-to-bullshit quotient inhabiting Lydia Tár.
This is a pivotal moment in Tár because it is the only time we are assured that Lydia is actually good at anything. Every other second of the film has the same humility its protagonist ascribes to Bach: it just asks questions.
Lydia Tár (born Linda Tarr) at the piano is a pinprick of authenticity in a bloodbath of pose and unproved assertion. She is fawningly interviewed (her answers are rehearsed), she models for album covers (she art-directs them), she dresses carefully (even when not modelling), she offers advice to inferiors (and she is sure they’re that), adoring fans approach her, assistants handle her logistics, she writes something called Tár on Tár, she controls a fellowship and a major orchestra, her relationships with colleagues are lurid and questionable. She is above all high-handed and for an audience that wants to see her with hands held high. In other words: the art and life of Lydia Tár are attended by a tremendous amount of bullshit. And her downfall via social media is due to not doing the bullshit well enough. Because the artist’s enmeshment with bullshit is inextricable.
And at no point are we sure (or unsure) she’s worth all this attention. I’m still not 100% sure what a conductor even does. Don’t all these musicians have sheet music?
To see the film’s achievement here we have to remember what films about artists are usually like. Either the moment of making is undergirded by an advancing swell of inspirational music—and then we know the art’s supposed to be good, like in Basquiat, Pollock or Oliver Stone’s The Doors—or the art is introduced in a deadpan shot with someone in a failed experiment of an outfit ultra syllabically swooning over it—in which case we know the art’s supposed to be silly, like in Velvet Buzzsaw or Ruben Östlund’s The Square.
Portraits of artists are usually either heroic legend or satire, but the problem with real artists is they come unlabeled. Tár lets us sit with that problem. I’m going to say that makes it good.
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ART BRIEF
Is England Losing Its Marbles?Great Britain is in serious decline. The City has lost its position as Europe’s indispensable financial center, the UK economy is in recession and its vaunted National Health Service is in shambles. The Tories have ruled Britannia for 12 straight years, much of it in dealing with a self-imposed catastrophe known as Brexit under the inept leadership of Cameron, May and Johnson. Then there was Liz Truss who served as Prime Minister for about 60 days—the only thing she will be remembered for is formally presenting herself to QE2 who promptly died. Queen Elizabeth served more than 70 years as one of most vapid monarchs in the kingdom’s long history, only to be succeeded by the insipid King Charles III.
Symbolic of the long decline and fall of the British Empire is the possible loss of the most important artistic treasure in England—the Parthenon Marbles, which have been on display in the British Museum for two centuries. An impending deal for the Parthenon Marbles to be returned to Greece at long last is being negotiated. After decades of false starts, a return or loan of at least some of the marbles seems likely.
In the early 19th century, most of the surviving sculptures from the Parthenon pediments and at least half of the spectacular frieze spanning the interior walls of the ancient Greek temple—considered to be the most beautiful building of antiquity—were commandeered by Thomas Bruce, the 7th Earl of Elgin, the British ambassador to the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire (Greece was ruled by the Ottoman Turks at the time).
Elgin’s prime mission was to save the treasures of the Parthenon from theft or destruction. He concluded that to save them he had to ship them to England. To do so, he spent much of this own fortune to bribe the Sultan’s retinue and received a firman, a type of edict from the Sultan, which gave him putative authority to ship the marbles and other items from Acropolis temples to England, where he intended to display them at a private museum. However, a divorce cost him the rest of his fortune and he sold the marbles at a loss to the government, which installed them in the British Museum in 1817. They have been on display there ever since.
When Greece won its freedom from the Ottomans, shortly after Elgin spirited away the marbles, the Greeks demanded their return. The British refused. The romantic poet Lord Byron, who fought for Greece’s independence, was a vocal critic of British no-return policy and expressed his views in verse. Over the last two centuries, the British steadfastly refused to budge, claiming that Elgin paid for the marbles and that their government has clear legal title.
The British Museum (commonly referred to as the BM) is a must for anyone visiting London. Where else can you view the original Rosetta Stone and dozens of other spectacular ancient Egyptian monuments. The last time I was in London, I spent a couple of hours viewing the Parthenon marbles. It’s the third time I have seen them and each time I came away with awe at their beauty, and a disquieting sense that these items belong in Greece, at home with what is left of the Parthenon.
A Greek newspaper reported last December that there were serious negotiations between the Greek prime minister and George Osborne, a former Chancellor of the Exchequer who is now chairman of the BM. The newspaper said that the deal was centering on an arrangement where the British would “loan” the marbles for a period of at least 20 years in exchange for Greece lending the UK a rotating selection of antiquities. Of course, the Greeks hope that after 20 years the loan would become permanent. The New York Times reported that the Brits offered to loan the Greeks no more than a third of the Parthenon artifacts and for a much shorter time period.
The return of antiquities to native art institutions is a growing concern for museums world-wide as the countries of origin make more frequent demands. Last year the Smithsonian returned 30 Benin Bronzes to Nigeria. Germany also repatriated 20 of the bronzes. But some art institutions are digging in, fearing that their prime treasures will be taken away.
The BM needs a renovation, estimated to cost one billion pounds, and as it attempts to raise funds, patrons may hesitate to donate, turned off not only by the possible loss of the Parthenon marbles, but by the pressure to return its collection of Benin Bronzes and Egyptian antiquities, including the Rosetta Stone, to their native countries. Will the empire strike back?
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THE DIGITAL
Consumer vs. AppreciatorWith the current exponential rise in digital, AI-generated art and blockchain verifiable provenance, has the need for showing an original piece of art lost allure? Akin to a natural history museum showing a dinosaur skeleton that is 99% reproduction and 1% actual specimen or to a Vegas magician cutting the beautiful assistant in half six times a week, does it matter whether what we see is simply a beautiful illusion? Are we as art viewers more interested in the spectacle now? As handmade art goes the way of the dodo and is replaced with animatronics and videos of art, for the sake of all future generations I implore we ask: What is art and what is smoke and mirrors made for mass consumption?
Projecting Old Masters work on warehouse walls is all the rage, but as an appreciator of the of the artist’s hand—I struggle to see the allure. This generation of youth (my daughter included) will grow up thinking that van Gogh was actually a video artist and that Starry Night (her favorite painting) is 20 feet tall. What is lost here? Some would argue nothing—that rather mass exposure to the end consumer is gained. Aha, there in lies the issue—consumer vs. appreciator.
How could one argue that seeing a projection of art in any way parallels the experience of being in the presence of the most celebrated paintings the world has seen. I have taken the Harvard Google-earthesque 3D tour of the Great Pyramid on my laptop, but it is a far cry from traveling across the globe and experiencing the claustrophobic descent to the Queen’s chamber that a real exploration would provide.
Within the context of art—understanding the scale, the color, the frozen in time brush stroke/texture imbued by the artist’s hand—the je ne sais quoi quality that makes epic art epic can never be replaced by moving pixels or altered-reality. I will debate this point with anyone—that has never stood in front of a Rothko—and wants to take the side of the AI (trust me, they will become sentient). But at that point they may actually make good art!
Few institutions can take out a loan to exhibit a noted work of van Gogh, but droves of entrepreneurs/opportunists are now renting projectors, leasing abandoned big-box retail stores and shining images of appropriated non-copyrighted art on the walls for a mere $50 entry fee. As we think about intellectual property and public domain free usage for historic art, the commerce aspect begins to change how I read this story. All you need to do is pay a licensing fee to a photographer for their high-res images of those beautiful sunflowers and you are the new hot-ticket immersive experience.
On the opposite end of the spectrum from the digital exhibiting of Old Master works is the most contemporary of trends—the exhibiting of multi-million-dollar NFTs (which really boil down to a JPEG image whose provenance is verified on one of a multitude of blockchains.) What many don’t understand is that when an NFT is shown, the actual NFT is not really shown. There is no formal loan, no actual transfer of the art to the museum. Typically it is a simple JPEG that is shown, not the “actual piece of art.” Copy/paste. Does this matter? Does anyone care in the way I care about Vincent, that we are only seeing a reproduction.
Back to van Gogh for a thought-exercise relating to the NFT copy/paste. If rather than seeing a digital reproduction of a self-portrait—ear bandaged, staring eerily off canvas—we were actually viewing a painting that looked identical but we knew was a forgery of the iconic original. How would you feel knowing that the canvas was not painted by Vincent’s hand while in a cold damp room in Arles. Any difference there? I would still care, but I am a cynical viewer of art. To me the unseen affirmations that come with actual art matter. Why judge on simple aesthetics alone, be romantic, be critical, be poetic—the back story does fucking matter, the painting that was painted over by the masterpiece is still under there. We all came from somewhere, embrace your provenance. If we do not force this issue to the forefront, if we do not address that reproductions of art are not art, it will be lost on our children.
All we will be left with are van Gogh Museums in every major city, not one with an actual painting hung on the wall. But hey, plenty of projector technicians will have job security.
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BUNKER VISION
That’ll Do, PigBetween 1971 and 1983 Los Angeles hosted an annual film festival called Filmex. The people behind it went on to found the American Cinematheque. In 1975 they received a submission from Belgium that caused the judges to cringe so hard that they planned to reject it. Thanks to an eloquent plea from Buck Henry, the film was screened. By the end of that screening the audience had mostly fled, but the film took on mythic status. It was rarely screened at underground film festivals, and never got any sort of VHS or DVD release during the 20th century. When it showed up on the gray market, it was often simply labeled “the pig-fucking movie.” In 2009 a DVD of a restored version of Vase de Noces (1974) was released in Germany, featuring an interview with director Thierry Zeno nearly as long as the film itself. An all-region version of the director’s collected works is currently in print in Belgium, and can be ordered on the Walmart website in the United States. Because there are digital versions, you can usually find a copy posted on YouTube.
The power of the film to disturb people owes a lot to the matter-of-fact way that everything is portrayed. It feels almost like a documentary. There is no point where the director signals any intention to be shocking. The action all takes place in a rural setting. The film is shot in black and white, which gives it a dreamlike quality. It starts off looking like an innocent meditation on country life. Nothing about the setting feels modern. The world in which the film takes place might have existed 200 years ago. None of the farm chores require any modern equipment. The lone human cast member cavorts with his pig in the way that one might interact with a smart dog. It all feels so natural that by the time he is having sex with the pig, it is likely to catch an unwarned viewer by surprise. It’s also the point where the audience started to flee the Filmex screening.
The pig eventually gives birth to a litter of human piglet-hybrids. Her human lover becomes enraged with jealousy at the attention she is showing them, and hangs the piglets where she can see their corpses. She dies of shock at the sight. He buries her body in the farmyard, and digs a grave for himself. At this point he goes crazy. After saving his excrement and urine in jars (at least a wall full of them), he starts to consume these. At this point the action starts to look like a Paul McCarthy performance. The film concludes with the protagonist hanging himself.
It’s probably telling that this film is now considered a classic in the horror genre. That’s the easiest way to explain a film that is so disturbing to so many people. In a world where a major TV sci-fi anthology devotes an episode to tricking a politician into sodomizing a pig for shock value, it’s even more shocking to see the same activity portrayed as if it were just another documentary on rural life.
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OFF THE WALL
Just Want to See His FaceIn early 1972, the Rolling Stones headed out on tour after the No. 1 worldwide release of their 12th album, Exile on Main Street. Also known as the “Stones Touring Party,” the raucous, star-studded and drug-fueled tour featured 48 shows in the US and Canada. The California shows specifically were photographed by Jim Marshall for LIFE magazine. The GRAMMY Museum here in LA showcases his intimate backstage photographs and dynamic performance stills in the exhibition “The Rolling Stones 1972: Photographs by Jim Marshall.”
The photographer knew what to expect, having shot Jimi Hendrix onstage at the Monterey Pop Festival and Thelonius Monk at home with his family. Marshall also knew what was expected of him: at their request he had photographed Keith Richards and Mick Jagger working at Sunset Sound in Los Angeles. According to Richards, his presence on tour was no problem: “Once Jim was in, he was another Stone.” Even so, there would be competition, as other photographers on the tour included Annie Leibovitz, Ethan Russell and Ken Regan. But he had an advantage: “Jim had a reputation,” says Amelia Davis, Marshall’s longtime assistant and owner of the Jim Marshall Estate. “He did a shitload of cocaine, but he was able to walk that line with the Stones.” His unorthodox method was ultimately vindicated when the editors at LIFE chose his photo of Jagger for the cover.
Photo Courtesy of The Estate of Jim Marshall and the GRAMMY Museum. Marshall shot four shows at Winterland in San Francisco, then performances in Los Angeles and San Diego. Having full access with The Stones on their private jet, “He caught us with our trousers down,” says Richards. From photographing the concerts, Marshall understood that The Stones together onstage were a single entity, but offstage and beyond the bohemian decadence, they were five individual people. When Marshall managed to shoot each one of The Stones alone, the results were as revealing as portraiture. In his monograph Trust, Marshall explains, “Whenever anyone asks me how I got the photographs I did, why I was often the only photographer present or got such unique access I simply reply, ‘Trust.’ Without trust between the subject and myself I couldn’t work the way I did.”
“Jim’s masterful eye and unlimited access captured the Stones in the iconic rock-star way we now visualize the band,” says the GRAMMY Museum’s associate curator Kelsey Goelz, who wisely included the contact sheets from which Marshall chose his best captures. Though every photograph at the GRAMMY show excels, it is these contact sheets that evidence Marshall’s skill: all the framing is done in-camera and even the images not chosen are classic. In the book Show me the Picture, Marshall says, “I’m like a reporter; I react to my subject in their environment, and, if it’s going well, I get so immersed in it that I become one with the camera.” Sounds like he got his “Rocks Off.”
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ASK BABS
Sans Human TouchDear Babs,
I have been following a lot of the conversations about AI-generated art and I’m concerned that it’s going to be bad for artists. I’m worried it’s going to steal from existing artwork the algorithm vacuums up and make it so people don’t value the skill it takes to make real art in the real world. I’m concerned because the AI art I’ve seen so far looks really cringe, like it was made by someone who doesn’t think about how art communicates other than through flourishes and fantasy. Should I be worried and what can I do about my concerns?
—Alarmed About AI
Dear Alarmed About AI,
AI-generated art has been a hot topic in the art world for some time now, and it’s understandable that you’re concerned about its impact. On one hand, AI can open new opportunities for artists to create unique and innovative works. For example, the contemporary artist Refik Anadol uses AI to create large-scale installations that combine light, sound and architecture. His works push the boundaries of traditional art forms and offer a unique viewing experience.
However, there are also negative aspects of AI-generated art that are worth considering. Some artists and critics argue that AI-generated works lack the human touch essential to the creation of meaningful art. Furthermore, the algorithms used to generate these works often rely on existing art for inspiration, which can result in the replication of existing styles and motifs.
This is where artists like Trevor Paglen come in, whose work exposes the problems posed by artificial intelligence. For instance, Paglen’s “Training Images” series draws attention to the potential dangers of AI and machine-learning by highlighting the biases and shortcomings of the algorithms used to train these systems.
In conclusion, while AI-generated art can bring exciting new possibilities to the art world, it’s also important to be mindful of its limitations and potential dangers. I would encourage you to continue to explore and engage with the conversation surrounding AI-generated art and to support artists like Paglen who are exposing the critical issues posed by this technology.