A sun-drenched Sunday afternoon in Bermondsey was the perfect setting to see White Cube’s new show, a large-scale exhibition of works by prominent Brazilian artist Beatriz Milhazes. Entering the stark white space, I felt almost as if I had been transported away to the exotic climes of Brazil - as if when I exited the glass doors I would step out onto the Copacabana.
The corpus of postmodern abstraction and contemporary gambits on show demonstrated a clear hypothesis: the increasingly discursive fabric of painting in the expanded field. Drawing from this open legacy is the inaugural show of The Post_Institute, Slippage: Performative Utterances in Painting, an exhibition of five artists which similarly educes the hermeneutics of painting and its increasingly heterogeneous vernacular.
Once an exhibition cautions against nudity it feels more like a promise than a warning, but now that we are more difficult to shock, it seems that nudity needs a sense of purpose or joviality. Said warning appears upon entry to the South Gallery of White Cube Bermondsey and in light of Eddie Peake’s previous installations like Touch 2012, I imagined I would be in luck.
Walking into Whiteleys Shopping Centre, I was surprised by the setting of the Adventitious Encounters, an exhibition put on by the contemporary art platform Open Space Contemporary, which is based between London and Istanbul. However, I was eager to see it after a glance through the press release
Anticipation was rising for this year’s ZONAMACO art fair in Mexico City, which showcased the young emerging artistic talent in Mexico. In the aftermath of the devastating earthquake that affected the city a few months prior, an abundance of people from all over the world flocked to Mexico City in defiance.
‘Cabinet of Curiosities’ is a fitting name for the charity exhibition and auction, which welcomed the bright young things of London’s contemporary art world to Hauser & Wirth. As curated by Ayesha Shand and Davina Harbord, 29 photographs and 101 sculptures were commissioned from emerging artists.
To say that the gallery’s inaugural exhibition, Rebecca Warren: All That Heaven Allows, was a long time coming is something of an understatement. This is the artist’s first major UK exhibition in eight years despite her international acclaim. Yet for those who recognise Warren’s tactile forms, this exhibition may come as a surprise.
Flora Goodwin’s show is striking for a number of reasons. Firstly, the exhibition has no name - she states, ‘I feel strongly that I do not want to put these artists under one umbrella hence there is no title for the exhibition’.
Traditional art media do not ask much of one’s time. Two- and three-dimensional works occupy space: on a wall, on a floor, or even suspended from a ceiling. To borrow from Robert Mangold, these works say, “Here I am. Plonk.” You see it. You might walk around it. You either get it or not. Job done. Video—time-based media—demands more of the viewer, especially when the work is flat screen and full frontal as opposed to immersive or interactive.
Established in 2001, the ‘Ultra Technologists’, TeamLab, are a Japanese tech-art collective working within the digital realm seeking to ‘transcend physical and conceptual boundaries.’ The interdisciplinary group includes professional animators, graphic designers and artists as well as mathematicians. It was established by Toshiyuki Inoko. By using the digital domain as a key element of their practice, TeamLab produce works of art that connect and flow from one to the other.
Twelve large-scale paintings, and one video - all produced in the last year - adorn the walls of Waddington’s Cork Street space in the artist's breathtaking new exhibition Rhythms and Reflections. The paintings are a result of a phase of multimedia experimentation which began during Verdier’s time as the first visual artist-in-residence at the acclaimed The Juilliard School in New York in 2014.
Conceived by Vanessa Carlos, co-founder of Carlos/Ishikawa in Stepney Green, which represents the likes of Oscar Murillo and Ed Fornieles, this annual event allows galleries from around the world to transcend geographical boundaries and collaborate. What’s more, the whole scheme is based on generosity and mutual respect: participant galleries only have to pay their host a fee of £600 to cover expenses.
According to the dictionary an oxymoron is a figure of speech in which seemingly contradictory terms are syntactically conjoined, like the words “alternative” and “facts,” often to ridiculous effect. The French-Algerian artist Kader Attia, has explored similarly strange juxtapositions in his latest multimedia exhibition at Lehmann Maupin, a gallery on the Lower East Side. In a video installation titled Reason’s Oxymorons,
“Philip Guston makes an Agnes Martin,” is a phrase that Dan Walsh has often used in interviews to describe his work. Initially this is a rather weird analogy, thinking of an aesthetic marriage of a politicized figurative painter (following on Guston’s reformation from Abstract-Expressionism) and a transcendent abstract painter, whose work is often confused with Minimalism. You really have to scratch your head about “Guston x Martin,” borrowing the botanical “x” to symbolize the intergradient of two species.
In a brief word piece titled, “The Eccentricities of an Artist,” published in 1977, Yun Hyong-keun described his life as one without any clear distinction between living and playing. When it occurs to me, I secure my canvas and paint. At other times, I just sit absentmindedly. . . . Painting is thus enjoyable work. But when paintings do not work out, it feels like death. . . . In any case, just as I continue to eat and live, I continue to paint.
Metallic lips and outstretched tongues poised to lick. Acrylic nails, mouths crammed full of pearl necklaces and makeup-clad eyes – these are the images that come to mind when I think of Marilyn Minter, who I first discovered while absent-mindedly stalking Miley Cyrus’ Instagram. A blurred portrait showed Miley in all her usual glory - Hollywood white teeth, tongue out, licking a foggy window dripping in condensation.
Walking into the Rauschenberg restrospective at Tate Modern feels like the landing of Allied forces on the beach. A surge of raw, brilliant American energy on the banks of the river Thames. The works are powerful and as much ahead of their time today as they were fifty years ago. Tate’s show is the first full scale survey of Rauschenberg’s oeuvre since his death in 2008. The exhibition, produced with New York’s Museum of Modern Art.
Matt Mullican has got them both: brains and brawn. If there were intellectual and athletic decathlons in contemporary art, Mullican would win handily. He has the genetic material, training, and discipline. Mullican is the son of artists Lee Mullican and Luchita Hurtado. His father’s work was shown earlier this year at James Cohan (New York). His mother’s work is currently on show at Park View (Los Angeles). Mullican’s brother, John, is a writer and documentary filmmaker. Few families have ”the right stuff” way this one does.
As first published on Artnet, written by Sarah Hyde. The major exhibition “Cy Twombly” opened this month at Centre Pompidou with 140 works of art, including drawings, sculptures, paintings, and photographs that have been thoughtfully brought together by curator Jonas Storsve. The hanging of the exhibition is broadly chronological, and blissfully uncrowded; visitors would be advised to allow plenty of time to fully experience the works included.
Tucked away in an elegant Georgian townhouse on Fitzroy Square, Flavie Audi’s kaleidoscopic glass creations at Tristan Hoare Gallery offer an otherworldly immersive experience. This is glass as you have never seen it before - experimental forms that inhibit a state far removed from the conventional everyday functions of the material. Glass is an underrated medium with regard to fine art; it thus provides an incredibly unique material for Audi’s opportunistic and insightful creative process, which she herself cites as experimental and innovative.
Revive! produced and curated by Sasha Galitzine and Olga MacKenzie invites a dynamic group of young artists to engage with the Crypt of St. Mary Magdalene’s Church, on the canals of Little Venice. All the works, including several performances, are specific to the site, both its physical layout and symbolic significance. Works have been placed where corpses were once laid to rest before burial. In its time, the church was built amidst a Victorian slum.
The smell of meat stock permeated all three floors of PS1. It was an unintended olfactory punch from the Kunsthalle’s in-house restaurant, M. Wells Dinette. Yet, the cloying, unctuous odor created an additional atmospheric in Mark Leckey's sensory assault. PS1 smelled like a fatty broth or stew in an English working man's café, which seemed sort of appropriate given Leckey’s self-described working class background.
Taken from an array of visual influences in film, art, television and music, France-Lise McGurn’s new exhibition Mondo Throb at Peckham-based gallery Bosse & Baum is an eruption of vibrant and sexually impulsive figurative paintings and drawings. Often extending beyond the confines of the canvas, McGurn creates an abundance of sensual imagery that spills out onto the walls and floor of the gallery. The composition and form of the layered figures developed from sketches derive from a multitude of influences.
Eloquently curated by Legacy Russell, Wandering/WILDING attempts to articulate the space that black artists have created between the polarity of flagrant and flaneur. The artists are responding to this dichotomy by creating works through media, dance and music - online- in an effort to reclaim the space that they might otherwise feel like they have lost. The significant political back-drop to the exhibition made me consider how successful the internet is as a metropolis for black mobility.
If you haven't yet heard of Kansas-born contemporary artist Charlie Roberts, you are in for a treat. Roberts' newest body of work Juicy is now on display at London's Marlborough Contemporary and showcases the artist at his very best. Juicy appears to be about the story within the story, but is it as simple as that? A hybrid collective of figurative and abstract compositions, Juicy is a visual storyboard that details the inspirations behind Roberts’ work.
Inside is both very beautiful, and very painful. - Beautiful because of the art that has been assembled, and the architecture of the prison itself. Painful because the prison does not, at first glance, look so terrible. It even resembles university halls of residence. Were they not called “cells” with bars at the windows and doors that lock from the outside, these would be premium, en suite rooms. But they are not, and never were. At one point the toilets were ripped out so that inmates could not use the pipes as a form of communication.
Articulately narrated and presented, the exhibition was created through the collaboration of curator Judith Clark and psychoanalyst Adam Philips. Taking Philips’ definition of “vulgar” as a starting point, the exhibition looks at 500 years of fashion through the prism of 20 different eras and themes. In Philip’s words: “vulgar is either what the vast majority of us are; or the vulgar are those who ... pretend to be something we would like to be.”
Diana Thater freely admits: “I couldn’t paint. So I decided I would do something I could do.” Monet was a favorite artist of Thater’s “because of the colors and images. People love Monet.” So while Thater chose not to paint using traditional media, she finesses it using electronic media along with natural and artificial light.
With President Obama’s historic visit to Cuba earlier this year, the world focuses with renewed interest on the influence of Cuban social history on Modern and Contemporary art. As such there could not be a better time for the Tate Modern’s monographic retrospective of work by Cuban-born Modernist turned Surrealist artist Wifredo Lam. The EY Exhibition has been organized in conjunction with the Centre Pompidou and the Musée national d’art moderne, Paris, and curated by Dr Matthew Gale.
Cultural America in the 1950s and 1960s was unrepentantly white. Before I attended university in upstate New York, my exposure to Black Americans was primarily through a handful of television and movie personalities, athletes, and musicians like, Ella Fitzgerald, Sammy Davis Jr., Sidney Poitier, Ernie Banks, and Harry Belafonte. At college on the cusp of the 1970s there were only six Blacks in my freshman class of 800. The campus was mostly white.
‘Love does not demand an axe’ – states one of the murals by Valery Chtak exhibited in the Moscow Museum of Modern Art. Along with ‘L’art c’est hip-hop’, ‘The fact that I am a Marxist does not mean I don’t care’ and other wannabe slogans and leftist maxims created and put on show by the Russian artist as a kind of self-explanatory manifesto and resume of his almost 20 years in art.
The emerging art market is cluttered with Internet-derived and -based art, most of which is instantaneously forgettable. This art is like scrolling idly and aimlessly through web pages during a conference call. There are artists who sample images and then awkwardly recombine them into Rosenquist-esque paintings with little regard for content or technique. Then . . . there are the few artists working in and around technology and the Internet who have something to say, clearly and confidently. Jason Matthew Lee falls into this rarefied category.
Sunday Art Fair is a youthful satellite fair running parallel to Frieze London, focusing on younger galleries showing emerging artists. Located accross from Madame Tussauds, Sunday is just a 10 minute walk through Regent’s Park from Frieze. Sunday takes over The University of Westminster’s Ambika P3, “a 14,000 square foot underground hangar once used to test concrete for Spaghetti Junction and the Channel Tunnel.” It is wonderful to step out of Regent’s Park and into a supersised science laboratory.
You want to touch. You want to feel the velvety surface of metamorphic rock, the cold clammy-looking surfaces of painted hard foam, the donkey's skull embedded in concrete, and the alien bronze form of a geometric shape. You want to feel the heft of every object, large and small. Everything is perfectly executed and flawlessly presented, like a luxury good in a showroom. "I was interested in science before I developed a taste for art," Moulène confesses in the exhibition's artist-annotated catalog.
Situated on the Old Marylebone Road, the white facade of the West London gallery PM/AM juxtaposes the surrounding red brick buildings. The gallery's white neon sign is reminiscent - not in a sleazy sense - of those found in the red light district of Amsterdam. It's punchy, memorable and certainly entices you into their space. Originally a garage for collectable cars, the interior remains
The heart of French artist Marc Camille Chaimowicz’s glorious new show is an exploration of how we write our own narratives through the spaces and objects around us. Utilising old and new work, found objects and the work of others, Chaimowicz has transformed the Serpentine Gallery in London into an immersive interior, that acts as a self-portrait or memoir to his own life and career
Invigorating, intense, emotional, dramatic. The art of Abstract Expressionism that originated in a world reeling from the uncertainty of the postwar years strongly resonates with the chaotic political climate of today. It delivers an inspiring message to the potential creators of today’s culture - where destruction took place in the twentieth century, creativity arose as a confident response, pioneering new techniques
“Work“ is the activity and “discipline” is the pervasive ethic in a diverse selection of seductive drawings, paintings, and sculpture that make up Kyle Thurman's current exhibition at Off Vendome. The works seem deliberately unrelated, reflecting a deeply conceptual – strongly Germanic – approach to art making, rare among the many one-medium, one-look artists. There is a unifying story here, nonetheless.