Gillian Carnegie @Andrea Rosen525 West 24th StreetNYC
How long will the Fantin Latour moment last? Long I think.
that's fine with me. i enjoy latour and this painting very much.
her show was gorgeous. that particular painting was serious eye candy. i don't usually like flower paintings, but that one was painted so fluidly. i just wanted to eat it.
is focussed,has some density
scott- I was forming my fantin latour comment as I opened this window and awwww you beat me to it.OK Fantin Latour with a head injury was what I was going to say...I love it.
HFT would never have done the white on white on the left, which is one of the genius moments of this picture. Also the container, and how it looks so plastic and manufactured with those measured marks. The brittleness of the plant material, the rough flat strokes that stand out from the realism. The wierd yellow sphere which is some kind of sad flower that the cheapo florist sends.
very much liked the show, thoughthe ass hung too high for my taste.In fact, it shouldn't have been shownat all. It's like they put it there justto make sure we remembered whoshe was. But all in all, good paintings....though I've seen better[of her] asses out there...Question is: If the large ones were paintedat a more modest size (ie easel),would the show or the paintingshave the same effect? Is scale beingused as a crutch?
I'm glad all you NeoCons got yer boner for the day though.;-)
You are easily fooled by the fact that this painting refers to the past? That doesn't make it conservative, that means it takes the past into account. No reason to paint, if you're not going to consider/comment on/connect with the past. Otherwise, u-no, make a flash movie. Or commit a crime or something
I agree that taking the past into account when painting doesn't immediately make the work conservative. But, are you saying as a prescription a painter must connect with the past in some way?
The past is over. Move on dot org.If history says anything...painting about the past is not rewarded unless you are David or Brahms. Everyone else is everyone else. In 1978, should you buy the Alfred Leslie or the Andy Warhol?
Someone said what makes painting now is that it was painted yesterday. I thought it was a good comment for those born yesterday.
In painting as in life I cant help but make a connection to the past, whether I want to or not. The past is in my blood, in my DNA. No matter how much Id like to move on I never will. So I accept that.There's some content for you.
hey where's zip?did he die?
let's move on then.Does saatchi buy hardware abstractions ?
Is that you HAL?Interesting closeuup. I admit I'm not a person particularly interested in the past, living in a city where memories are bulldozed around the clock. It never ceases to amaze me. I do trust vivid memories, though. Those that are fumes at the back of the mind or that have crawled into some twist in that d-n-a, get dealt with accordingly. 1] bring them up close and get a good look. If there is anything going on that's good I'll pluck it out and send that to the cleaners [not the mob kind].2]alternatively I wipe the smoldering mildew off the shelf, on account there is high humidity here, and mildew stinks.Anyway it's a lot more complicated than that, but:This painting is painted an old-fashioned way, using an old fashioned colorscheme. It feels old fashioned perhaps stacked with memory like a freshly made filmset in a barn of a studio for remake of Franky and Johnnie--the vase a stage prop [made out of that state-of-the-art non-reflect clear paper mache.]Zip has a job interview today, he'll be back later on to spread the news.
Her flowers is fantastic, especially those at Tate. but rest of work is nothing mixed with nothing. Googling the net without firm results. this is not enough for New York, or probably it is New York who lost its status... we keep good ones for London....
something like this has been inevitable at rosen since currin jumped shipwhich i could see it otherwise
England for the English?um.. i think that's been done before. Soooo NeoCon.
Nicolai, what did you think of the gate painting?
no interview today just working. working to work to what end? This is Gillian Carnegies room. Shes been shortlisted for the turner prize for her work exploring the properties of paining.Her subjects fit loosely in the art historical categories of boring, boring and bland, a law firm to forget.Paints ina wide range of styles and techniques.I wish i had the courage to thumb my nose at signature style. Throw caustion tot he wind and paint anything that critiwques the institution.institutional critique is it that interesting to anyone or am i speaking a private language, written in shorthand by a deaf mute in the air with a willow stick?
NeoCon does not apply to painting otherwise all painting is NeoCon.
Paul Dorrell, an art dealer / blogger from Kansas just wrote a scathing post about the Chelsea / Soho art scene on his blog. I'd be interested to hear your thoughts. Here's the link:http://pauldorrell.com/blog/index.php/category/tips-for-artists/
i don't think pushers of excrement can be "scathing"
not very scathing, at all, i was humming away to the song. anyway the artists up at his gallery make me want to backflip and proclaim Gillian Carnegie a genius. maybe she is and i with eye different than... Painting for the new century was painting with talent. You knew how to draw. You knew how to abbreviate. You knew how bad painting could actually go without letting it go. You knew painting, that no matter how serious it had to be, had to have the edge, while staying strapped to the recognizable, a graphic awareness, and at least four tablespoons of history, oh, and don't forget the fucking busloads of syrupy pop.
"You knew painting, that no matter how serious it had to be, had to have the edge, while staying strapped to the recognizable, a graphic awareness, and at least four tablespoons of history, oh, and don't forget the fucking busloads of syrupy pop." -you just gave the secret recipe of John Currin and Cecily Brown.
i like that you only give the visual without texte it's refreshing you have inspired meMerci!
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ah the visual bromide, facial expressions!Whither our brave new world?Faceless facelessness, facing inward, reflecting nothing but itself, darkening the bright side, lightening the light side, on off on of again and again into the valley of the shadow of death, cannons to the right of the cannons to the left of them,and not a drop to drink. Or too much. Never too many. These are concepts of quantity. How many paintings to fill a bathtub? How much time to drown? How many minutes? How much breath?
Thus hath the candle singd the moathA full suitCut from whole clothDumb deaf mute;Only to made meaning am I trothBlind butcher: Bees, briney, sleights!
guy bourdin My ass is glass;None but gas shall pass!
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hi painters, i want to put in a plug for rosalyn drexler at pace... she's a great one.also, has anybody seen jennifer reeves, merlin james, hight times/hard times? what did you think?i don't know the work of this painter featured above.. but i love flower painters jane frielicher and lois dodd. burrito brother, what about you?
wow those rosylyn drexlers are eye opening. How come Ive never heard of her?
Hey,Where does Damien Loeb show now? He isn't on the Boone list...
Maybe damien Loeb put his shirt back on. Or maybe paint by numbers turned his beautifull mind into swiss cheese. Nightmare on Loeb Street. Tubular bells and all that kill kill kill stuff. Italian foregrounded shrubbery. Long shadows and airless nights.Im lousy at spackling, ill admit it, Im not a knife, just an aspiring suit couching on coffin nails waiting for the big McGuffin to come out of its hole and tell me spring has sprung. That'll be the day. Repetition is repetitious.Solid backgrounds - you know have a back story and a bulletproof alibi. Why would I lie? Living off the fat of the lamb.
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What about me?Drexler? Nice paintings. Kinda funny how she got shafted for so long while all the dudes (John Wesley, Neil Jenney) in this vein got all the hugs n' kisses (no love for the ladies.) Then she gets that show at tiny Mitchell Algus, people love it and bam... Pace??? Why not. M. James is a good painter... Reeves, meh. I hate the words in her paintings.As for flowers, love 'em. There's a flower painting by Ensor at Peter Freeman right now that is mind-blowing, I'm not exaggerating. It just might be the best painting EVER.
Meet James EnsorBelgium's famous painterDig him up and shake his handAppreciate the manBefore there were junk storesBefore there was junkHe lived with his mother and the torments of ChristThe world was transformedA crowd gathered roundPressed against his window so they could be the firstTo meet James EnsorBelgium's famous painterRaise a glass and sit and stareUnderstand the manHe lost all his friendsHe didn't need his friendsHe lived with his mother and repeated himselfThe world has forgottenThe world moved alongThe crowd at his window went back to their homesMeet James EnsorMeet James EnsorBelgium's famous painterDig him up and shake his handAppreciate the man
Damien Loeb has a low brow palette - no sensitivity shown - is that intentional, like a conceptual thing? If you use solid backgrounds like some of the paintersn mentioned, you get more credit as a sort fo pop person - well Loeb is pop, too - thats mass culture thats low brow.Can there be a highbrow lowbrow?A lowenbrau for everyone?I don't think so.Thats called universal language, and as the universal adversary, my name is not legion, its mud and more mud. I could use an entire bucket of spackle disguising the brick wall that hides your drexlers, your neil jenney's, grandma noses, your loebs and any of your other chroma challenged "content" providers.
lisa ruyter was selling for big bucks, i know that. She had god on her side, because god is fickle and angry and loves a good art joke. the painting above has a Henri louise maintentant lautrecian palette and a "traced bitmap" "macromedia flash" vibe. Absolutely chilling. Or absolute Ruyter. Not half bad for the summer home, the one in the alps. but to each their own, and from each their flash video - because painting is killed dead like a can of sardines in Darfur. Didnt her husband cheat someone? Or is that water under the goat?And when it rains, you're shining down for meAnd I just can't get enough, I just can't get enoughJust like a rainbow you know you set me freeAnd I just can't get enough, I just can't get enoughLeprachauns are solid, lucky charm day brah!
My name is mudNot to be confused with bill or jack or pete or dennisMy name is mud and its always beencause Im the most boring sons-a-bitch youve ever seenI dress in blue-yes navy blueFrom head to toe Im rather drab except my patent shoesI make em shine, well most the timecept today my feet are troddin on by this friend of mineSix foort two and rude as hellI got to get him in the ground before he starts to smellMy name is mudMy name is mud, but call me alowishus devadander abercrombieThats long for mud so Ive been toldTold that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and coldIve got my pride, I drink my wineId drink the finest except I havent earned a dime in several monthsOr were it yearsThe breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tearsWe had our words, a common spatSo I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball batMy name is mud
I don't want to startAny blasphemous rumoursBut I think that God'sGot a sick sense of humourAnd when I dieI expect to find Him laughing
Got a good reason for taking the easy way outGot a good reason for taking the easy way out nowShe was a day tripper, a one way ticket yeaIt took me so long to find out, and I found outShe's a big teaser, she took me half the way thereShe's a big teaser, she took me half the way there nowTried to please her, she only played one night standsTried to please her, she only played one night stands nowShe was a day tripper, a Sunday driver yeaTook me so long to find out, and I found outDay tripperDay tripper yea
You're a HeartbreakerDream Maker, Love TakerDon't you mess around with me!You're a HeartbreakerDream Maker, Love TakerDon't you mess around - NO NO NO!zip who was that sculpture?
itw wendy white im pretty sure - reminds me of several assemblageists though. And im not about to let them get away with that. No no no.Let us be dilligent in our critique!Im not fooled by the lush neons of WW's painterly abstractions. No, the void is there. My eye is on that void, andnot the donut of prosperity. My eye is fixed, like glass, underneath the coffee table, a telltale sign that all is not right. "German culture is shit"as they do da de do dads. What? SO im mr. negative? No, im just the voice of reason.And thats the way the donut hole crumbles.Transcendence is a luxury for the bourgeoise!Put your best art on the barricades so that they must smash it!
contemplation is a luxury! Put your mind upon the altar and let me cut your ghost from the machine! Let us use the obsidian knife with ivory scrimshawed handle! Let us anoint you with rare oils, and rarer more pungent pigments!I will record your extasy to be piped into the city subways of joyless hell.The damned be damned! Let them glimpse heaven! Let them taste ash!For thine is the kingdom, whimper, bang.
Me, Im crazy about WW's paintings. The neon is strait from the 99c store shining out into the dirty night. Swamp light. Or maybe its that tiny bit of bliss in a sea of negativity. Contrast is what keeps me going --to work. Im walking to work these days so I have an hour to contemplate my decrepitude. Bye
when will wendy be anointed by the marketplace?When the negative dialectic swingspit pendulum remainder.Let the negative dialectic flow, underfoot,toe.
There's something wrong somewhere hereSo through unclean streetsI made my wayWith holes in my shoesAnd my children asleep at my feetI paid my wayIn every town on the wayThe people looked greyThe buildings looked healthyBut one day I met a manWith money to spareHe said he would tell me how it isThe State he beganHas been propping up people too longFor far too longWe all got lazy and couldn't be botheredTo make our way through the worldBut we are all bourgeois nowOnce there was class warBut not any longerBecause baby we are all bourgeois nowSo go out and make your way in the worldWe're free to chooseWe're all free to chooseWe're all free to chooseWe're free to chooseIn booming Britain we all work togetherTo raise ourselves in the worldEach of us knows someoneWho has done well for themselvesSo well for themselves"Thank you" I said as I leftI'll be on my wayI see how it isWe are all bourgeois nowAnd somehow I'll raise myself in the worldI'm free to chooseWe're all free to chooseWe're all free to chooseI'm free to chooseWe're all bourgeois nowWe're all bourgeois nowWe're bourgeois now
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R. Crumb said this. Is he kidding??!Q: If you could design your tombstone, what would it look like?A: (Confers first with his wife.) Aline says she wants her ashes burned and placed in an Art Deco vase. My ashes will have to go with hers. On it should read: "We lived for the pretty things." I guess now we'll have to tell Sophie to do that.
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