Last night outside Trump Tower, Jeffrey Beebe’s inflatable sculpture Trumpy the Rat made its debut and thousands of New Yorkers gathered to protest the president during his first visit home since taking office.
Crowds began gathering at Fifth Avenue and 56th Street around 5pm last night to protest Trump’s international warmongering and domestic negligence. The mood was somber, with many participants wearing all-black in mourning for Heyer, while others held signs lamenting the death of democracy. Like at previous anti-Trump protests, there was plenty of quippy signage, too. One man wore a placard around his neck that read, “A NYC Salute to Trump,” with a hole through the left side of it through which he stuck his hand to flip the bird. A young blonde woman raised a poster bearing photos of Heyer’s accused killer, James Alex Fields, white supremacist Richard Spencer, and Friday night’s tiki-torch-toting mob with the words “Vanilla ISIS” in bold letters below. Eventually, a united front of protesters positioned itself across the street from Trump Tower’s main entrance.
“The First Amendment isn’t only the right to speak out against government suppression, it’s also the right to be within sight and sound of the location of that which you’re protesting,” said Sunsara Taylor, a spokesperson for Refuse Fascism, one of the organizations that helped lead the protest. “We have a right — even a responsibility to be there.”
Rising with the chants of “No Trump, no KKK, no fascist USA!” and “March to the tower, drive them from power!” was artist Jeffrey Beebe’s Kickstarter-funded Trumpy the Rat, stationed at the corner of 59th Street and Fifth Avenue. The funny yet sinister 15-foot inflatable, modeled on the popular “Scabby the Rat” construction site protest props, has the unmistakable orange hue and flaxen combover of the president and wears a suit emblazoned with Confederate flag cufflinks and a Russian flag lapel pin. John Lee of Chelsea gallery BravinLee programs, who commissioned the piece, said on Monday evening that political caricature has been around — and a crucial form of political discourse — since Ancient Greece. Trumpy will stay up as long as possible, Lee said, and its latest whereabouts will be broadcast on the gallery’s Twitter page.
Despite the comic relief of an inflatable rodent caricature of Trump, yesterday’s peaceful protest was permeated by a sense of anxiety. Around 6:30pm — well before Trump was due to arrive — NYPD officers threatened protesters with arrest and forcibly shepherded them away from their preferred location directly across Fifth Avenue from Trump Tower’s main entrance resulting in at least one woman being pushed to ground (she didn’t sustain any injuries).
“At the beginning of the protest, they were trying to keep us from the tower entirely,” said Taylor. “They kept dispersing us, they had pens everywhere; we couldn’t gather. A lot of people that came here for this were looking around trying to figure out what was happening, but they couldn’t cohere.” Attendees were largely confined to the southeast and southwest corners of Fifth Avenue and 57th Street, and the northeast and northwest corners of Fifth and 56th Street, despite the fact that pedestrian crosswalks remained open.
“Our government is not defending equal rights for all,” said Caleigh Scott, co-founder of the activist comedy sketch duo Girlcrush Comedy, who came straight to Trump Tower from her Union Square office after she finished work. “It shouldn’t take a president of the United States days to denounce things this country considers to be enemies, like the KKK and Nazis. If Trump is going to come to New York, we need to make sure he hears the voice of the people of his hometown.”
Several Trump supporters turned out as nightfall approached and Trump’s motorcade — arriving just after 9 pm by a route that kept him out of most protesters’ sight — neared. One older man wearing a “Make America Great Again” hat held a sign that said “Daddy’s Home.” A handful of Orthodox Jewish men carrying signs stating that they had voted for Trump appeared around 8:30 pm, eliciting angry shouts of “Shame!” from the gathered crowd. Upon seeing the Trump supporters walk by — and the ensuing verbal sparring between them and protesters — a middle-aged woman behind me caught my eye and said, “I feel like we’re living a total nightmare.”
Things were fairly calm and quiet when I left the scene an hour later, long after the President’s anticlimactic arrival. I passed a weary queue of protesters and police officers waiting together in line for snacks at a hot dog stand across the street from Grand Army Plaza. Just behind them, Trumpy the Rat’s dark silhouette still ominously loomed.
VENICE — Damien Hirst’s Treasures from the Wreck of the Unbelievable is not an exhibition. It’s a showroom for oligarchs. Comprised of about 190 works, including gold, silver, bronze, and marble sculptures, the show is undoubtedly the most expensive artistic flop in living memory.
Treasures is founded on a compelling concept that has had the life strangled out of it. The exhibition guide details the fictional discovery of an ancient shipwreck off the coast of East Africa in 2008. We’re told that scuba divers spent ten years recovering incredible finds: coins, weapons, crystals, and monumental sculptures encrusted with corals and other marine organisms. The wreck is attributed to an equally fictional collector, a freed slave named Cif Amotan II, who having amassed a fortune, supposedly loaded a ship (the ‘Unbelievable’) with his treasured collection of “commissions, copies, fakes, purchases, and plunder.” “Yet the vessel floundered,” the guide continues, “consigning its hoard to the realm of myth, and spawning myriad permutations of this story of ambition and avarice, splendor and hubris.” The exhibition is built on the premise that Hirst personally financed the excavation and has brought the objects to Venice for the public to enjoy.
It’s a brilliant lie, and one that could be enormously fun and engaging. Cif Amotan II is an anagram of “I am Fiction.” The works are by Hirst, and the enormous coral encrusted sculptures are actually meticulously painted bronze. These are displayed near pristine gold or marble editions of the exact same pieces, so-called “reproductions” of the scarred wreckage finds. The exhibition is split between the Punta Della Dogana and the Palazzo Grassi, private museums operated by French billionaire François Pinault, the owner of Christie’s auction house, a collector of Hirst’s work, and the co-financier of the exhibition. This is more than a little problematic.
Outside the Punta della Dogana is “The Fate of a Banished Man (Standing),” a monumental sculpture of a horse and rider entangled in the vice of a snarling serpent. The scene resembles a Hellenistic sculpture on steroids. For a work carved out of Carrara marble it looks extraordinarily cheap. The tree stump and rocks that make up the base of the sculpture are crudely carved, even cartoonish. It’s a portent of the excessive kitsch that follows inside.
A television monitor near the ticket office displays underwater footage of the excavation. This is easily the best feature of the exhibition. The imagery is beguiling: plumes of silt drifting off half-buried treasure, giant sculptures foregrounded by schools of fish, and raised objects shimmering in the shallows. The film is bolstered by a number of large light-box photographs scattered throughout the show, which purport to document where each artifact was found. They establish an aura of mystery that the objects fail to exploit.
The first room contains three of Hirst’s monumental, coral-encrusted bronzes, “Calendar Stone,” “The Diver,” and “The Warrior and the Bear” — each successively worse than the other. At a glance the sculptures make for impressive selfie-fodder, but up close the painted coral looks unconvincing. Some, but not all of the works, are accompanied by explanatory labels. We’re told that “Calendar Stone” is similar to the Piedra del Sol housed in the National Anthropology Museum in Mexico, but that “the presence of objects of presumed pre-Hispanic, South and Central American Origin within a Roman-era wreckage is currently unexplained.”
“The Warrior and the Bear,” a sculpture of a sword-wielding woman on a bear’s shoulders, is attributed to a maturation ritual for Athenian girls. However, the work doesn’t remotely resemble an ancient Greek sculpture. Thus, the show’s false conceit is immediately exposed. Other works include a Greek goddess with the head of a fly, a figure of Optimus Prime, multiple Disney characters, a sword emblazoned with the SeaWorld logo, and a silver bust of a figure wearing a gimp mask. A number of celebrities also make an appearance. Rihanna and Kate Moss are transformed into Egyptian deities, Pharrell Williams appears as a pharaoh, and Yolandi Visser (of Die Antwoord) stands in as the Mesopotamian goddess Ishtar.
A generous reading is that Hirst is commenting on our true cultural values. Perhaps the ancient gods were simply the contemporary equivalents of Mickey Mouse or Rihanna? Is it absurd to revere objects whose history and meaning we can barely access or comprehend? I could almost subscribe to this idea were it not for the fact that the show is littered with iconographic retreads: unicorns, a flayed horse, and so on. Hirst retreats into familiar territory instead of exploiting the thematic potential of his myth. The flagrant kitsch of the work also sits uneasily with the show’s conceit. The work announces its fakery immediately.
Elena Geuna, the show’s curator, has propagated the show’s fiction in interviews — maintaining that it truly is an exhibition of recovered artifacts — whereas Hirst can’t be bothered. It all feels a bit half-arsed. What if Hirst had produced works that looked real, leaving the viewer to second-guess themselves? Perhaps he could have inserted real artifacts among his own creations? Such a course would have required a great deal of effort and subtlety. By comparison, Hirst’s kitsch is simply an easier means to sell juvenile trinkets to idle and unengaged one-percenters — an audience for whom a Mickey Mouse covered in coral or a minotaur raping a buxom woman apparently constitutes some sort of genuine art-historical engagement.
“As an artist you always make work from what’s around you,” Hirst told the BBC in 2010, “and you know, money was around me.” Treasures from the Wreck of the Unbelievable could have been the Blair Witch Project or Nat Tate of fake archeological excavations. Hirst is one of the very few artists with the means to achieve such ends.
There has been an elaborate effort to give the exhibit a museological feel, as evinced by the numerous sleek display cases and explanatory labels. The Palazzo Grassi includes a scale model of the Apistos (the ‘Unbelievable’) and a suite of aged pencil drawings of the artifacts. The latter are accompanied by various archival stamps, the sort you might see on drawings that have long been housed at the British Museum or the Victoria and Albert Museum. It’s an elaborate touch, and one that is undermined by the lazy and haphazard approach to maintaining the overall illusion of the show. For instance, if the wreck was discovered in 2008, then who made these drawings? Hirst could have positioned himself in a lineage of artists who have actively interrogated the function and history of museums and collections (Fred Wilson, Andrea Fraser, and Marcel Broodthaers for instance). Instead, Hirst’s starting point was presumably, “how many works will we produce, and how should we edition them?”
Am I taking the show’s premise too seriously? Isn’t it just a peg for Hirst to hang his new body of work on? Sure — but the resulting work is insipid. The exhibition lays waste to a brilliant and engaging concept. It is also unbelievablyrepetitive, with variations of the same sculptures in bronze, gold, silver, and crystal. The sheer avarice of the show is jaw-dropping. The combined space of both museums is 54,000 square feet. For context, the Whitney Museum has 50,000 square feet of interior exhibition space.
There are some works, which by sheer force of spectacle, manage to briefly seize your languishing interest. A prime example is “Demon with Bowl (Exhibition Enlargement),” an 18-meter resin figure built in situ at the heart of the Palazzo Grassi. It would probably be the most Instagrammed work of the show where not for the fact that it is impossible to capture in a single shot. Other behemoths include coral and non-coral variations of “Hydra and Kali,” in which the multi-limbed Hindu goddess (naked, of course) prepares to battle the renowned water monster of Greek and Roman mythology. There’s also a bright blue bronze depicting Andromeda screaming before a great white shark, a tentacled sea creature, and two piranha-like fish. These larger sculptures resemble pornographic re-imaginings of a Ray Harryhausen film.
Pinault financed the show with Hirst, though neither have stated its exact cost. When asked by New York Times reporter Carol Vogel whether he was effectively exploiting his museums for commercial gain, the collector gave a prickly response. “What can I say? I cannot avoid those comments. But this is not commercial. It’s about showing the art that I love.” In the same interview, Pinault all but admitted that he had acquired some of Hirst’s new work. “Perhaps. Probably,” he told Vogel, “but I am not going to tell you which ones!” Put simply, Pinault is promoting the art — and by extension, the market value — of an artist whose work he already owns. Assuming the show is a sell-out success, Pinault stands to enjoy a considerable appreciation to his collection’s value. To be clear, this is not illegal, but it does beg the question of what financial incentives or tax breaks, if any, Pinault’s foundation has enjoyed for housing his private collection in “the floating city.”
Various multi-million dollar production costs have been bandied around by a cabal of press officers, dealers, and Hirst collectors who stand to benefit from the ambiguity. Hirst is especially keen to perpetuate the mystery, as evinced in this absurd (and frankly, offensive) exchange with the BBC’s arts editor Will Gompertz:
WG: What did it cost?
DH: Er, what did we say? More than twenty, less than… [pauses] less than a hundred.
WG: [laughs] We can do better than that Damien. More than fifty or less than fifty million?
DH: Erm, I’m not sure. Oh, probably more. A lot of money.
DH: Yeah, mine.
Articles regarding Hirst and the art market are ten a penny, but an understanding of the exhibition’s economics is essential to understanding the reasons for its artistic failure. Treasures is supposed to be Hirst’s major come-back, a rebuke to his diminished popularity and slumping market value. The principal reason for this decline is saturation, both literal and conceptual. Hirst’s studio pumped out works recycling the same tired motifs: skulls, flies, butterflies, spots, and expensive pharmaceuticals. It got old and it got boring. Hirst’s 2009 exhibition at the Wallace Collection, a series of new paintings riffing off Francis Bacon — backfired spectacularly, with the late Brian Sewell memorably describing the show as “detestable” and “fucking dreadful.”
According to Vogel’s report, the works in Treasures range from $500,000 to $5 million, and a number of collectors have already professed to purchasing pieces in advance. Each work apparently comes in an edition of three with two artist proofs. These have been branded into three aesthetic types. A collector can buy a “Coral” edition (i.e. one of the encrusted artifacts recovered from the supposed wreck), a “Treasure” (a restored artifact) or a “Copy” (a reproduction of a wreckage find). That’s around 950 works in total. You do the math. There are also three separate publications for sale, priced at £75, £150, and £250. Visitor entry to both museums is €15. The exhibit has been strategically designed to make as much money as possible. After about ten minutes into the show, it becomes glaringly obvious that Hirst has abdicated his aesthetic and conceptual ambitions to economic priorities.
If we knew how much Treasures from the Wreck of the Unbelievable cost to produce, it would probably set a benchmark for how much money can be sunk into something so visually brash and un-compelling. Though the show may be in couched in history and myth, it propagates the prevailing orthodoxy of our time — one in which our cultural heritage is increasingly molded and determined by the whims and fancies of a wealthy elite. Boredom has never come at so high a price.
There’s a new biopic about Touko Laaksonen, the artist who is known as Tom of Finland. This review says that the film “certainly doesn’t water down Laaksonen’s distinctive aesthetic, nor does it downplay the role of this unassuming Finnish man as an icon of gay liberation.” [The Guardian]
Here’s a look at how the recent film Alien: Covenanttook inspiration for its shots from iconic paintings. [io9]
Lost and Found
Willem de Kooning’s Woman-Ochre—which has been missing since it was stolen from the University of Arizona Museum of Art in 1985—appears to have resurfaced at a Silver City, New Mexico, furniture and antiques shop. [The New York Times]
In response to the events in Charlottesville, Virginia, on Saturday, the mayor of Louisville, Kentucky, will look at the public art in his city to make sure there are no works that “could be interpreted as honoring bigotry, racism, or slavery.” [WHAS 11]
The United States Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C., was one of many institutions and politicians to offer an clear condemnation of the white supremacists and neo-Nazis who marched on Saturday. “Neo-Nazism in any form is antithetical to American values and has no place in American society,” the statement reads. [The Huffington Post]
The art dealer Jeffrey Loria has officially sold the Miami Marlins, which he has owned since 2002, to an investment group led by former New York Yankee Derek Jeter. [The Miami Herald]
The MCA Chicago’s Twitter account has a truly epic Flashback Friday that takes us back to the historic first meeting between Takashi Murakami and Kanye West. [Twitter]
The New York Times‘s arts and culture section has a cool package this week where staff writers go deep on “Eight little things (a scene, a joke, a building, a pizza, a dance, a painting, a lyric, a sound) worth your time.” Here’s Joe Coscarelli on a lyric from Lil Uzi Vert’s instant classic, “XO Tour Llif3.” [The New York Times]
The Lower East Side
The restaurant Schiller’s Liquor Bar, a mainstay of the Lower East Side gallery district since it opened in 2003, closed last night after service. [Bowery Boogie]
People really seem to care about Dogumenta, which is like Documenta, but with dogs. [The New York Post]
A taxi smashed into the front window of an art gallery in a suburb of Sydney, Australia. [News.Com.Au]
Look at these ancient bowls and cups at the Yale University Art Gallery. [New Haven Register]
Here’s some installation shots of Tom Burr and Andrea Zittel’s show at Bortolami, “Concrete Realities,” that closed Friday. [Contemporary Art Daily]
After breaking my hip in April, by August I was doing physical therapy. I took a little camera with me one day, and shot an image of myself in front of a mirror in the therapy gym. I hate getting old(er), but I really like the vulnerability and fragility of this self portrait. And I love the fact that the tiny skeleton is missing the top of it’s skull.
John Currin painted one of four different covers for the 125th-anniversary issue of Vogue, with his brush summoning the visage of Jennifer Lawrence. “To be in a situation of producing a cover for this famous magazine, I’m a little scared,” Mr. Currin told the New York Times. “I do worry about decorum.” [The New York Times]
“Objects are people too: the quirky world of facial pareidolia—in pictures.” Eyes and mouths are everywhere! (Pareidolia, noun: the tendency to perceive a specific, often meaningful image in a random or ambiguous visual pattern.) [The Guardian]
Here’s a good look into the story of the Berkshire Museum’s controversial plan to deaccession 40 works and sell at them at Sotheby’s in an auction estimated at $50 million. [PBS Art Beat]
“Mammoth doilies blanketing boulders and wafting in the leaves overhead” are among the riches in two museum exhibitions that come in for good reviews in Cape Cod. (One is at Highfield Hall and the other at Heritage Museums & Gardens.) [The Boston Globe]
Jason Farago went to the Windy City to see the Art Institute of Chicago’s retrospective of Paul Gaugin, a “resounding, rollickingly diverse exhibition” of an artist with no small amount of baggage to unpack. [The New York Times]
In Iceland, a photography show coheres around a title that does not mince words: “F*CK GENDER.” [The Reykjavik Grapevine]
Here’s a look into disused trolley tunnels in Washington, D.C., that have been turned into a literal underground art space under the name Dupont Underground. [The New York Times]
Here’s a profile of art writer Taylor Renee Aldridge, who was named one of “20 people who are making Michigan a better place.” [Detroit Metro Times]
Kari Byron, an on-camera personality on TV’s MythBusters and The White Rabbit Project, advocates for art to be integrated with traditional STEM education devoted science, technology, engineering, and math—better to be known, in her estimation, as STEAM. [Popular Science]
Taking 200,000 objects from the collection of the Met as its purview, Google has a “public dataset [that] is invaluable for anyone who wants to learn how to build a custom machine-learning model, create an app for sorting and visualizing the images, and more.” [Google]
Here’s some more background on dOGUMENTA, an exhibition for dogs opening tomorrow in New York. [Metro]
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A final piece from a trip we made over spring break. I lived in Santa Cruz for many years, and while the town has completely changed since then, it’s still a great place. I like all the movement in this piece, and the crazed libertine freedom of a day at the beach.
If you have an online artwork that you are trying to make or finish, or a story about the contemporary web that you want to tell, it’s time to submit a Microgrant proposal as part of our open call. For this year’s expanded Microgrants, our jury—Marisa Olson, Eileen Isagon Skyers, and Aria Dean—will select 4-6 projects to support.
Since 2014, the Rhizome Microgrant Program has awarded small grants for the creation of new artworks, online exhibitions, and other web-based projects. This program is run as an open call, and awards range from $500 – $1,500. Past funded projects have included a website critiquing a notorious internet misogynist, an excavation of the emails left behind by one of the largest corporate frauds in history, an exploitation videogame inspired by the Kardashians, and an analysis of the use of language in Egyptian social media during the 2011 revolution. This year, we invite proposals for online artworks and exhibitions from artists of any nationality. We aim to support a diverse range of experimental practices, and we particularly encourage proposals that engage with gender and internet culture.
In addition to the usual microgrants, we will also fund additional projects in these categories:
Projects that use Webrecorder—Rhizome’s tool to create and share interactive high-fidelity web archives—to create what we call “archival narratives.” An example of this type of project is our work with the Obama White House to reflect on the former president’s social media legacy. Grantees whose projects use Webrecorder will receive initial training and regular technical support from the Webrecorder team. This microgrants thread is funded by the Knight Foundation, as part of their significant outreach support for the Webrecorder initiative.
Artworks that engage with digital citizenship and the networked city, to be a part of Rhizome’s presentation at New Museum’s IdeasCity this September. Works can be video- or computer-based, and should be finished by early September.
Additionally, a set amount of programs funds, generously provided by Jerome Foundation, are intended exclusively for artists living in New York.
Submissions comprise a simple 150-word statement, a single sketch or image, and a brief statement of the project’s budgetary needs. Upon the close of the open call, the proposals will be considered by a jury, with four to six Microgrants awarded. The Microgrants application deadline is August 14, 2017. Recipients will be announced September 1, 2017.
This year’s jurors are Marisa Olson, Rhizome Editorial Fellow Eileen Skyers, and Rhizome Assistant Curator Aria Dean.