Wednesday, September 29, 2010
In Search of the Elusive Popular Exhibiion
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Death of the Exhibition Catalogue?
Catalogues are not published to produce revenue but to become the legacy of an exhibition. They are loss leaders; expectations the museum-going crowd has that a museum is meant to fulfill (this also includes a cafe). The shop at my museum makes virtually no money from the sale of books (can you say AMAZON?) and our institution will not be able to rest easy on the royalties rolling in.
True as well that lenders to an exhibition expect to see their works reproduced in a catalogue and not to do so can be a deal-breaker. As a curator I have lived through the production of many a catalogue that exhausted me as much as organizing the exhibition. In the end, though, I knew that the catalogue would have lasting value as a comprehensive document of the show. Not a connoisseur of the e-book, I admit I have not been informed of their great advantages. One respondant to the blog post points out that the reproduction of images is not high resolution on e-books. I am sure this will change as technology in that area improves and becomes more popular. Until that time, I am fairly sure the vast majority of museum supporters comprise an audience that is likely still attached to paper. At least, this I believe to be true.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
What is American anyway?
The MFA's new American wing now embraces art of the Americas. Think NAFTA: America includes all of North America, Central America, and South America. How cool is that? At first I thought this was a question of semantics. Museums call their non-North American collections "Art of the Americas" encoding the idea that what you will see will not be from North America. The MFA has moved beyond that to suggest that North American art should not be viewed in a vacuum but in the context of other art in its hemisphere. I did not necessarily get the sense from the article that the curators were going to stage interventions by mixing the arts--comparing a silver piece by Paul Revere to a silver works from post-Colonial Brazil--but maybe we will be in for a surprise. This may just be the beginning of a new vision for that institution.
Hide/Seek at the Portrait Gallery is a step way out on a limb for the Smithsonian. Never mind that Queer Studies has been a legitimate program of study in many universities. One of the organizers of the exhibition expressed his frustration with New York museums to address straighforwardly the issue of sexuality in art exhibitions. Let's be clear: I think museums (contemporary, primarily) have candidly taken on straight sexuality. Homosexuality has followed the military vein of "don't ask, don't tell" figuring that most visitors can guess. The Francis Bacon exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art featured a photographic essay of Bacon's lovers and explicit discussion of the influence these relationships had on Bacon and his work. Hide/Seek takes as its premise homosexuality and homoeroticism as providing a different view on life from those who are not gay. Such an exhibition can be fraught: is there such thing as a gay gaze (pun intended) and does gay also incorporate lesbian. Not sure because the article only mentions male artists. Looking forward to hearing what the critics and audience have to say about this one. Stay tuned....
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Ode to Corinne Day
Corinne Day died last week of a brain tumor at age 48. Her work as a fashion photographer spanned the last two decades and even if you didn’t know her by name, you may be familiar with some of her so-called “grunge” photographs. See http://www.corinneday.co.uk/home.php.
You certainly have heard of her most famous subject: Kate Moss. A photographer with British Vogue, Day first captured the ethereal Moss as a teenager. Her unremitting lens revealed the flaws that other photographers airbrushed and her choice of unglamorous venues reflect the jagged existence of those who work in the fashion industry. Her work for Vogue embraces the other-world existence that models are meant to occupy: some spear completely at home in their haute couture while others seem like lost, awkward waifs. I am sure commercial photography became Day’s bread-and-butter but she pulled away from that world to document the lives of friends in a book called Diary. I have not read the book but her obituary in the New York Times describes her photographs telling visual stories, including that of a single mother’s struggles for survival.
I have commented before in this blog on the challenges commercial photographers face when trying to move in the direction of fine art. Why? Day said “I think fashion magazines are horrible. They’re stale and they say the same thing year in and year out.” Those of us who read fashion magazines on either voraciously on a daily basis or desultorily when on the checkout line at the grocery store might agree that the articles seem canned and featuring new cosmetic and hair tips on a monthly basis must present a challenge. Audience composition generates some of these polarities of perception in the art world. For whom and for what purpose am I creating these works? Artists have always asked themselves these questions—questions that can drive the feasibility of turning professional as an artist. The museum community has cast a skeptical eye on artists who produce work that operates in a non-art realm. Museum directors and curators have influenced and been influenced by the world of commerce for years. As boundaries among commercial and artistic, artist and audience, curator and artist, curator and audience, director and collector crumble, strains of the Talking Heads’ “Once in a Lifetime” waft through my head: “You may ask yourself, well how did I get here?”
Ode to
Corinne Day died last week of a brain tumor at age 48. Her work as a fashion photographer spanned the last two decades and even if you didn’t know her by name, you may be familiar with some of her so-called “grunge” photographs. See: http://www.corinneday.co.uk/home.php. You certainly have heard of her most famous subject: Kate Moss. A photographer with British Vogue, Day first captured the ethereal Moss as a teenager. Her unremitting lens revealed the flaws that other photographers airbrushed and her choice of unglamorous venues reflect the jagged existence of those who work in the fashion industry. Her work for Vogue embraces the other-world existence that models are meant to occupy: some spear completely at home in their haute couture while others seem like lost, awkward waifs. I am sure commercial photography became Day’s bread-and-butter but she pulled away from that world to document the lives of friends in a book called Diary. I have not read the book but her obituary in the New York Times describes her photographs telling visual stories, including that of a single mother’s struggles for survival. I have commented before in this blog on the challenges commercial photographers face when trying to move in the direction of fine art. Why? Day said “I think fashion magazines are horrible. They’re stale and they say the same thing year in and year out.” Those of us who read fashion magazines on either voraciously on a daily basis or desultorily when on the checkout line at the grocery store might agree that the articles seem canned and featuring new cosmetic and hair tips on a monthly basis must present a challenge. Audience composition generates some of these polarities of perception in the art world. For whom and for what purpose am I creating these works? Artists have always asked themselves these questions—questions that can drive the feasibility of turning professional as an artist. The museum community has cast a skeptical eye on artists who produce work that operates in a non-art realm. Museum directors and curators have influenced and been influenced by the world of commerce for years. As boundaries among commercial and artistic, artist and audience, curator and artist, curator and audience, director and collector crumble, strains of the Talking Heads’ “Once in a Lifetime” waft through my head: “You may ask yourself, well how did I get here?”