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We ought always to embrace the whole realm of our experience, despite its pressures and encumbrances, simply because its only through the entirety of lived experience that the outcome can be expansive, complex, and capable of moving us.
Most of the commentary about Picasso, and most especially about his activism once the Spanish Civil War broke out, seems to suggest that this political action was unusual. But Picasso was a born anti-fascist; it was in his blood.
Images: In a film shot by an intrepid independent, during the siege of Fallujah, a woman rushes out on the street with a child clinging to her skirts. A shot rings out, and she rushes back into the house, which is already appearing to collapse.
When George Grosz called his autobiography A Little Yes and a Big No, he knew whereof he spoke, with his Weimar grimace. I thought about his wry countenance when I perused Ai Weiweis sensational and certainly not ironic self-advertising in a desultory file of clippings Ive accumulated.
As part of our interest in revitalizing art criticism and theory, in giving them both sharp edge and broad, encompassing vision, the Rail has initiated this column. We invite art critics, art historians, and artists to voice insights and critical reflections on the nature of art, its history, and its relationship to our current social and political surroundings.
There is only one crime. After eighteen months of cleaning and restoration, Picassos Demoiselles dAvignon is lost. Picasso called it his exorcism painting, and he meant it. The roughness and clashes he so thoughtfully invoked are now pale and dreadfully harmonious, enclosed in a heavy gray frame. Restorers are the new philistines.
The recent assaults on public radio and television in our privatized culture made full use of political jargon that has an ominous history. I noticed particularly the word liberal. Have we forgotten that the Nazis used the word to denounce academics and artists (not to mention scientists, as in their denunciation of liberal biologists, i.e. Darwinians)? These are dangerous times, and they require alertness, because, as Mr. Rumsfeld reminded us, stuff happens. Its not that it cant happen here.
In some of the literature on Wodiczkos work it is mentioned that he was born in 1943 in Warsaw. Is it a fortuitous fact that the Jewish ghetto, established by the Nazis in 1940, and which, by 1942, sequestered 500,000 Jews, rose up in the year of Wodiczkos birth?
These small paintings come from a specific place—Seal Point—in John Walker’s adopted homeland, Maine. They are painted on old bingo cards that Walker undoubtedly encountered in his foraging sorties in the Maine countryside. Hints of numbers linger beneath the surface, and the faintest memory of the printed grids sometimes paradoxically suggest a kind of aleatory structure, very much of our time.
I never really abandon anything, John Walker said more than thirty years ago. This exhibition of drawings from 1973-1975 confirms it. Looking back with a treasury of images deposited in the minds eye by all his work since then, we can see how powerful certain of Walkers impulses have been; how his quest for light brings him so often to a familiar placea place that his imagination inhabits and in which he feels most at home.
Critic: One who speaks with discernment. At least, that is how the ancient Greeks thought of the word. Alas, the few left in what are now (derisively?) called the print media, never came close to the ancient distinction, and our own in New York leave much to be desired. Im told that today only the good gray New York Times maintains art critics on the regular payroll, and that all the rest make do with part-timers, or not at all.
When students tell me about their speedy research methods, and the Internet miracles they can perform, and why they dont read books, I ask: Do you have a houseplant? Yes, most of them do. Can you, I ask, make it grow faster?
Have you read Gulliver’s Travels lately?
Although I am an art historian by métier, I never quite remember dates. But I do remember signal encounters.
"It's too easy to blame Kevin Carter for being the vulture, where in fact we are the vultures, the vulture is us," says Jaar.
Petronius, oddly enough, was appointed to Nero’s “arbiter of taste”, from which position I assume he observed the court, and wrote Satyricon—a masterpiece depicting, among other curiosities, the orgy, or rather, the banquet, at the home of a nouveau riche joker called Trimalchio. It was in very bad taste indeed.
Surely you know, said M. Croche, the dilettante hater, that a genuine appreciation of beauty can only result in silence?
The disorder and early sorrow witnessed by Thomas Mann in the early 1920s was visited upon what he called the upper middle class. Nothing would ever be the same for them after the debacle of the First World War. He depicted the characters in his 1920s stories with an edge of regret; an empathy probably born of his own class status brutally assaulted by postwar circumstances. Yet, since he was indisputably a great artist, his portraits were always nuanced.
Two concurrent Chelsea exhibitions tackle the aesthetics of violence within the context of war: Thomas Hirschhorns Superficial Engagement at the Gladstone Gallery and the projects of Walid Raad/The Atlas Group at The Kitchen under the title The Dead Weight of a Quarrel Hangs.
Krzystof Wodiczko is what I call an intelligent designer. I also call him a poet, consummate visual artist, man of conscience, inventor, and extender of the great tradition of the Gesamtkunstwerk, the total work of art, that calls upon all the senses.
Are we to believe the ancient Romans who declared that all roads lead to Rome? Or Edward Gibbon, who, in 1787, lamented the decline and fall of the Roman empire?
- Looking Backward to Looking Forward by Dore Ashton
- A Note from Dore Ashton by Dore Ashton
- A Little Yes and a Big No? by Dore Ashton
- ALFREDO JAAR with Phong Bui, Dore Ashton, and David Levi Strauss
- Railing Opinion by Dore Ashton
- A Railing Opinion by Dore Ashton
- Railing Opinion: Communiqué from the land of BIG by Dore Ashton
- Traduttore Traditore by Dore Ashton
- Railing Opinion: Dore Ashton and Carlos Brillembourg on Post 9/11 by Dore Ashton and Carlos Brillembourg
- OTTO DIX NEUE GALERIE MARCH 11AUGUST 30, 2010 by Dore Ashton
- FOR THE BROOKLYN RAIL FROM DORE ASHTON Krzysztof Wodiczkos Out of Here: The Veterans Project by Dore Ashton
- Histories of Violence by Yasmeen Siddiqui, Hrag Vartanian, Thomas Micchelli, and Dore Ashton
- John Walker by Dore Ashton
- Krzystof Wodiczko by Dore Ashton
- John Walker: Drawings 19731975 by Dore Ashton
- ROME, IMPERIUM SINE FINE? (DOMINION WITHOUT LIMITS?) by Dore Ashton
- Does Invidiousness Go With The Territory? by Dore Ashton