4/03/2008

Ashley Bickerton


83 comments:

Painter said...

Ashley Bickerton @
Lehmann Maupin
540 West 26 Street
New York, New York 10001 USA

kalm james said...

For those of you interested, I’ll be posting a video tour of this opening as soon as I finish with the Art Fair Weekend meshugass, thanks JK

Oh yeah, nice to see you back in action painter dear.

CAP said...

This is an awesome jpeg when you click it.

Barnaby said...

I loved this show. I was never a fan before...but I really loved it..

No Rush said...

I wish he was more a part of the tragedy. I wish i felt like he suffered. He's very aloof and slightly high dudgeon. Is he Above the Volcano?

surfkook said...

These hardly qualify as paintings since they are painted over inkjet prints, and collage.

He never gives in...I like it.

concrete phone said...

Ha, like he says, 20th century white man adrift. But he does his own thing, nothin' wrong with that.
Check out Baliwaves.com for today's surf. Small but good form, worth the paddle out.

webthing said...

cap to answer the question about where china art goes, it goes in the leipzig pile on grand scale. along with other moments when an eastern communist vibe starts souring into capital, at those moments of transition, as the veil falls away, the proponents have a good insight into the true nature and due to a general sense of morbidity in the west we buy it up, all that sad comeuppance, in a myriad of motives. so it goes under

00's bondage

webthing said...

long live bickerton

zipthwung said...

There once was a school called Horace Mann,
Sold its integrity to The Man;
The teachers got screwed,
By students most rude;
Thus, the asylum by inmates is ran.

Report

By Man_From_Nantucket on 03/31/2008 at 3:03pm

CAP said...

I can see why Barnaby goes for Bickerton. But actually Barnaby's ahead of him.

But what about Zip? Is this skill to thrill, or drill to kill?

I'm with CP, I guess the guy lives this - live and let live...

What are we talking about, anyway? Escapism, alienation for the aging playboy on a private income?

But once you get 'away from it all' and you've done 'everything that takes' - you start to wonder whether the destination was worth it.

No Rush said...

Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine?

Cause there is no more new frontier, we have got to make it here.

zipthwung said...

Kurtz? he dead.

The meaning of the title is actually quite literal. Nora Jones' character, a waitress, eats a lot of blueberry pies.

There is the Boss;
The Great White Chief.
He made us what we are to-day,—
I hope he's satisfied

The bored guards gamble for entertainment, ordering their PoWs to play Russian roulette. All three play; Steven survives his turn with a slight wound and is punished by incarceration to an underwater cage.

zipthwung said...

Is this revisionism? No, it’s the show’s core message: if you see something good in this ugly world — across a crowded room or in a hut on Bali Ha’i — seize it before it disappears.

zipthwung said...

For some reason, the people I meet in my country are not the same as the ones I knew in the United States. A mysterious change seems to come over Americans when they go to a foreign land. They isolate themselves socially. They live pretentiously. They're loud and ostentatious. Perhaps they're frightened and defensive, or maybe they're not properly trained and make mistakes out of ignorance.

CAP said...

It's funny when I first saw this jpeg, because of the frame and the scale of the ornament, I assumed it was quite small - more like a Peter Blake - kind of intimate, delicate.

The one in the art magazines, of just a woman's face, is the same - but even more like Peter Blake on acid.

Then when I saw the installation views, I realised these are going after overkill, in fact Over-overkill.

Now I'm wondering whether that blue can really be that intense, or is that just screen color?

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CAP said...

They also seem to come in editions.

a la Koons.

arebours said...

Digital works with the subject-this stuff is chilling and hilarious-makes me think also of the recent murder in Goa of a British girl,who was with her family on a six month jaunt,Scarlett something-half of my kids friend went to Bali by the time they were 17-jeez.

Paul Pincus said...

not terrible.

No Rush said...

a couple of years ago i thought this was funny. i guess im the only one thats tired of this shit. 007 for the art world. seize it indeed.

zipthwung said...

Carp carp carp, per diem. Dead fish society. Get in now! Lady's and gentlemen, goooooodmoring Bali! Its hot and shitty, with continued hot and shitty throughout the day. Nothing to do but paint! Lets find the new blood, oooh when you're a shark youre a jet! Or the blue man group on jet skis! well thats a fine flying cocadoodle doo! It must be black history motnth or soemthing. Was it crocket or tubs that wus the black dude?

zipthwung said...

Well you just cant tell, they all wear body paint nowadays. Its a crime against allah, the cowardly infidel oh dont say infidel it conjures up the crusades so does conjuring in a way that and hitler thus spake zarathustra and shit. Nice frames. I think it's always been about the frames.

zipthwung said...

Except when its not theres a certain agressivity to tthe images I guess someone has something to get off their chest but its done in a kind of edgy pop style that goes well in magazines and reproduces well in general, I dunno, dude has skillz, wish hed just draw instead of phoning it in via the medium of print but I guess thats the pot calling the kettle black. Ad nauseum.

zipthwung said...

i mean the pose of criticality is sorta ludicrous when people willingly blow themselves to hamburger in order to make their point. What is this painting going to do, protect the wall from bloodstains?

Not everyone is "imnagininitive" but ab can riff so why not riff? My guess is the market is still stuck on some kind of theme park delusion left over from modernism.

CAP said...

Has he done any videos? This stuff aches for a soundtrack.

No Rush said...

big, technical and arrogant wins the day. carpe demon.

zipthwung said...

If you got it, flaunt it.

JpegCritic said...

wow.
so where do i put my quarter?
wha. it's one of those mame emulations?
shoots!

What's the button on the right do?

wha no arnofini mirrors? --too high bra.

CAP said...

Zip’s right about the aggression in these. They’re way too stressed. That’s why I don’t find them funny. The whole thing is just too tight, too elaborate. It labors the joke. Riffing on Gauguin or French imperiousism was always going to be pretty lame anyway – more the level of a music video – The B52s cover “Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair” and the art director’s got this thing for Gauguin and those Breton sweaters right? Gag gag.

You need a light touch, and AB has no faith in that. So he comes on as kind of desperate, almost a Don Rickles for the PoMo set. The fussy finish fella frantic for more sang froid. The frames will never be big enough, expensive enough to make the joke, a joke will never be enough, and beyond that the artist is just surfing… surfing, surfing, surfing… right up to the old gallery door.

James A Mitchener and the PT109 were denied shore leave that evening. One disobeyed and was killed in the blast. Gilligan and Ensign Parker finally make out down on the beach at high tide. Adam Troy is in his hammock and a bong away from bang, thinks to himself “Someday a tsunami is going to come and wash away all the scum, the heart ache, a Tequila mockingbird at dawn swilled like thunder across the bay. The fundamentalist things apply as time goes boing.

Akinogal said...

SECURITY CENTER: See Please Here

zipthwung said...

This agression will not stand, man.

CAP said...

..."

webthing said...

pick, pick, pick.

enough?

hang on...

pick. pick.

ok great.

how dare it get the better of me!

CAP said...

The critic's nose for trouble.

webthing said...

if luck hadn't chanced him in the company of those 'other guys' in his early daze, he might just be another outsider visionary tropical surrealist. but what makes it different is that he's not going for the chakras and mandalas feature set like your ol' garden variety visionary. He's got his thing, it's a vis vocab exclusive in some ways. You knows it's hellishly gaudy, but in it something alien aquatic appears. Do you go diving? When you look at a tropical plant, what imagined that it should look like that? Why is the palette and inner imagination of nature more exuberant around the equator? Everything seems to have it's own internal trajectory for the visual even if it can't see itself! And just when everything seemed certain, monsters from the deep just keep washing up. I like it for there to be the tropical surreal in the mix, but you couldn't pay me to live with one of these things. I'm sure they're a lot of fun to make, go digital! Material paint is material paint, but anything is painting. Painting is an act, the pathway to an image, and there are many ways to arrive at an image. Getting into structural analysis is so boring though and it's not for artists to give a fuck about. It's for crits.

mal cruisey said...

"When that big left-hander cranks, it goes off," she said slipping into surfing jargon.

Bodyboard - generic term for Boogieboard. Also called lids (short for esky lids), shark biscuits, boogers and gut-sliders.

Heavy locals - unfriendly surfers who always surf a particular break and make it difficult for non-locals to catch waves. Sometimes their attitude extends to the beach, where they let your car tyres down or rub surfboard wax all over your windscreen to deter you from ever surfing there again.

CAP said...

Wasn’t he an old favorite of Saatchi? (perhaps still is). He painted a portrait of Saatchmo in his underpants.

I pretty much lost interest after that.

But if anyone could live with/love this stuff it would be someone from advertising (or marketing).

JpegCritic said...
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zipthwung said...

Tom Snyder: Let's go back to 1967, the time you were winding up serving a term of a number of years, ten years, and written accounts indicate that you told the authorities, "Don't let me out, I can't cope with the outside world." Do you have a recollection of that? And do you --
Manson: You're making a desperate plea out of something, man. There's no desperate plea out of it. I said I can't handle the maniacs outside, let me back in.
Snyder: I didn't use the word desperate; that's your word, Charles.
Manson: Yeah, well, your inflection and your voice tones were, uh, implications there.

no-where-man said...

my assistant at work did i stint with him in bali - they mixed him up as needed a "hand" like with photoshop.. instead he worked on the "cut outs"..

what kind of people do you think end up in bali? i enjoyed musing with him upon what mr.Bickerton did to get him self exorised from nyc.

demons indeed.

concrete phone said...

I think what Bickerton is doing is continuing his junk culture critic, going at it in his sort of 'pomo sort of way' utopia-as-lost, crashing junk though not deeply examining it. Really, it doesn't crash enough, and doesn't crash through--Isn't that the idea? I don't see the painting or sculptures or whatever they are meant to be crashing into the junk and abuse. I see a concord of material that is seamless in its production. I see a lust for the past and 'desire', somewhat grasping for meaning driven by a metric to over-grasp the past.
Gauguin lusted a paradisiac / parodistic universe, and lived it and passed his world problems on, sure! But in a sense there was always this focus on the present which made some sense for painting, not always responsible, though they were passionate sense, in the plural--solving and adding as they went along. The problem--that's
still going on.

If AD surfs then it's OK!

webthing said...

It never ends, I was shocked to find out that amongst Leo Costelli artists back in the eighties which include all the grand doyance of pop arts of minimal art name, like Roy Liechtenstein, James Rosenquist, Jim Dune, Mike Kelly all these kind of people, they would be bickering and bitching about tiny little details - career advancements, inclusion in interviews, seating arrangements at dinner parties. I realized it just doesn't end. It doesn't matter where we stand. These guys, the painters of art history, they were like Gods on the mantel, among themselves in their Valhalla, and they were nit-picking like a bunch of fish wives. It never ends.

I've never been jealous. I learnt my lesson when I was young, when I worked for Goldstein. Goldstein spent such an inordinate amount of energy bitching about his contempories, somehow to his determent, it took away from his success, it was like a blade, turned harder in his back. I realized all the energy he spent on bitching. Better to ask - what the hell is this artist doing correctly that I'm not? Why is it working? Figure out how they do it. Do it better, save your energy for that. Not for whining!

Yes! Half the job is just showing up and it's absolutely true. One time I was on a trip to New York, one of the regular trips and I'm at a party. I'm holding a bottle of whiskey, got my arm around two other drunks, we're singing, acting really stupid in this party. I'm thinking, here you go again Ashley another bloody trip to New York, you got yourself drunk and your acting like an idiot at a party. Then I said wait a minute, look around the room, the entire power structure of the art world in their forties, that group is in this room. This is called work, having a good time getting drunk. So yes, it's been enormously good for my work, to be down here, because your level of concentration is unsurpassed. There are an enormous number of people who take care of things in your life here, while you can fully concentrate on work. But it's not good for career, because yeah you could do great things, but you do them in isolation, you pour them into a void without the kind of pre-buzz that's happens there.

- Salvador Bali

no-where-man said...

my fake alias is trying to meet his on adult friend finder.

im a social sculpture 2.

grade. A.

zipthwung said...

Cargo cults and magical thinking.

break the beamz

zipthwung said...

I mean the BEAMZ!

zipthwung said...

Charlton Heston and Gary Gygax in one year. The world is fucked.

zipthwung said...

Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier! Funf!

You break my brand I break your rice bowl!!!!

CAP said...

Just thinking about what NWM said about exile. You think of a tropical island as somewhere to escape to, not from…

For Gauguin it was one thing and then the other.

I see AB was born in Barbados. Don’t know how long he stayed there, judging from the accent, a while. Too bad he didn’t stick with the Caribbean. He could have hung out with Chris Ofili and Peter Doig down in Trinidad. That would be so cool! For the career, I mean. They could talk about cricket and that.

But Tuan Ashley likes to keep his distance, if not his assistants.

Quisquilloso said...
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CAP said...

Ah yes, the artist suffers...

concrete phone said...

Ok so he does surf> Then the art is good.
Bali serves up the idyllic wave--spent many a weekend there, dollar-a-day, the artist community then consisted of many locals, art framed not unlike AD's. The few out-of-towners there didn't surf for obvious coordinative reasons.
I guess too, the Jungles in Bali do look like these paintings. The surf, however, is different--the swell of life fills each ripple.

no-where-man said...

gilligan's island,
leaving las vegas...

is this "Americas" not founded on exile"?

so fucking earnest indeed -
another thought that was kicked around while chatting about AB work was eddie from iron madien. When i was 14 i thought Eddie an effigy - i prayed to him, slit my chest to him - fucked under the neon pool table of life for him,
now i am fond of Eddie "tacky american garbage way" - a memory, whisper of what was once upon a time.

refuse of the modern mind.

No Rush said...

AB likes lou reed not iron maiden

coney island...baby

- glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my coney island baby, now
(Im a coney island baby, now)
Id like to send this one out for lou and rachel
And all the kids and p.s. 192
Coney island baby
Man, Id swear, Id give the whole thing up for you

no-where-man said...

like not likes.. Transitive not Transmutation or is it the other way around. I just returned from Martin Scorsese's "Shine a Light" - Stones movie on Imax. Rock no's know age.

CAP said...

Perreault likes AB –

http://www.artsjournal.com/artopia/2006/06/hlio_oiticica_and_bickerton_an.html

Remember The Sloop John P?
Another successful French Empiricist and beachcomber

Daylight come and let me go home, let me go home…

zipthwung said...

It has aquarium written all over it rse, but which Jimmy Buffet song is it? I think it must be off of the Parakeet Album.

Stay a bird
Stay a man
Stay a ghost
Stay what you wanna be

No Rush said...

well AB is in the like/not like crowd. or else how could he get paid?

i know u likes bruce springsteen but once there was a guy much better who never really made it cuz he couldnt fake being a hero. this song popped into my head this morning and this ones for me and you EL.

arebours said...

yes,a soundtrack is needed for when you see cigarette butts floatingg around the red sea or any other-what kind of people end up in bali-a very pale pueblo indian,agal who's father is a dick,a mexican dude who was a mothers angel and now does nothing,well,a lot of people from new mexico,cuz this state is helland a bunch of boring AA people

webthing said...

love is like a cloud, holds a lot of rain.
love hurts.

i'm young, i know.
but even so.
i know a thing or two.
i've learned from you.
i've really learned a lot.
love is like a stove,
burns you when it's cold.

i know it isn't true.
love is just a lie,
made to make you blue.
love hurts.

zipthwung said...

old mold

zipthwung said...

play the full monty

CAP said...

The virtual painting/actual painting deal probably has some mileage still in it. A few years ago there seemed to be tons of artists going at that. I would pass some of them in the corridors of power, on my rounds as janitor.

But I sense with AB it’s really THE THING: the dream ticket. The question is where he takes it after the tropical resort fantasies. You just know he’s not going to stick with those.

Quisquilloso said...
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concrete phone said...

I forgot where i read it but there was this article saying that the new art was stuff like finding Nemo and stuff like that. I think AB paints a bit like Finding Nemo, the modeling and thing.
But, you know, in Nemo things move.
If you want to make paintings that are right up there with the likes of Nemo, wouldn't the next logical step be to make the things move?
You could still have the frame... A flat-screen behind.
We do need to get to this paint issue. And probably now is as good as time as any!
For me I'd go 100% virtual and say the paint is in the color and the color is in the screen. Each little pinprick of color, and these days these pricks are layered, represents paint. And when you see a whole lot of color rushing this way then you have this paint on the move, like wet moving around on wet, keeping everything in the mix, in the flow--in and out of the groove.

But.
Some of us may like to bring that truckload along, and I'm sure that's possible.
Right now all i can suggest is painting a few motifs over the front and even on the back of the screen. And that doesn't move, for sure, but stuff is moving behind it. It can work, in a way!

Suggestion two has it to make the images look like they are wearing paint. This way as the images move they can drip a little bit--leaving footprints of paint behind, even--sneezing cadmium blue, true!

All of this has its lentil in the idea that things are 'not fixed for dinner'. Ideas and paint are open for use and abuse. Painting still is about capturing the impossible which has some redux in the real.
Another way, it's simply about making choices. Making choices that work. As zip so eloquently added, then you have the fish-tank working for you [or did Hilary say that, she's another one always on the move, probably she's been to Bali too!].

Well, that's the deal!
That's Paint!

kalm james said...

Painters NYC folks,
you can check out the opening vid @

http://blip.tv/file/813051

thanks JK

white stupid said...

WEBTHING, are you ashley bickerton???
too many hints to hide it...

concrete phone said...

Thanks JK.

No Rush said...

Johnny Utah (Keanu Reeves), is an FBI agent and former Ohio State quarterback who, with his partner Pappas (Gary Busey), is investigating a string of bank robberies. Suspecting a connection between the bank robbers, known as the Ex-Presidents because they use masks of former US presidents, and local surfers, Utah goes undercover to infiltrate the surfing community. Knowing little of the lifestyle, Utah convinces surfer Tyler (Lori Petty) to mentor him.

In the process, Utah develops a complex relationship with Bodhi (Patrick Swayze), the charismatic leader of a gang of surfers who accept Utah into their midst. While Utah goes undercover in the hope of finding the bank robbers, he finds himself increasingly attracted to their adrenaline-charged lifestyle.

The Bodhi/Utah dynamic gets more complicated as Utah begins to zero in on Bodhi as the likely ringleader of the Ex-Presidents. Utah learns that Bodhi and his gang rob banks in order to fund their lifestyle, and as a form of rebellion against a social system that they believe "kills the human spirit". This creates an internal struggle for Utah, as his fondness for Bodhi and the lifestyle he epitomizes conflicts with his duty and responsibility as an FBI agent.

By the end of the film, Utah lets Bohdi seek his own death surfing the giant waves of Bells Beach, Australia.

white stupid said...

SSSoooo webthing ,you must want us to know that you are ashley bickerson otherwise you wouldn't of droped that you worked for Jack Goldstein and you showed with the 80s heavy hitters. how bout it web thing?? are you?

zipthwung said...

This space ship is in excellent condition! Only 300 million Intergalactic miles, 4 passenger, no meteor dents, possibly needs reactor seals and recharged flux capacitor, 1 owner. Still have the original owners manual. Does have a wobble issue at Mach 12 but clears once it hits 15 not sure what that is but I lose the GPS screen for about a minute or so. Complete with bubble glass windows! Never crashed! For sale $3500 OBO. Clear title in hand, cash sale only, no trades and I won't take payments. Once it leaves the earth, I know you are not coming back so why would I??? DUH! It needs some TLC like an alignment and new landing sensors. Stored in a secure warehouse in Phx. Must sell City of Phx pressuring me, they say it's an eye sore?? It's on my front lawn and it's burnt the grass last year when it was running, I have the re entry burners turned up to kill the termites and scorpions when landing.

CAP said...

Next post please.

C'mon Painter - it's time for **** FARIS McREYNOLDS*****

You know you want to.

He's a young and crazy southerner! You know how that plays with the electorate.

Just coz he shows with Goof N Rosie doesn't mean he's gone over to the dark side, does it?

kalm james said...

The following excerpts are from “Mainstreams of Modern Art” the 1959 classic by conservative NY Times art critic John Cannaday and appear on pages 153-154, ”: … (his) name has become synonymous with the prostitution of technical prowess to any saleable subject. Whether he was painting high-class barroom nudes or holy pictures (…) was breathtakingly adept at assuming appropriate masks to conceal the meretriciousness of his conception (…) was such a skillful performer that the buying public saw no inconsistency in the work of a man who alternated between the roles of lecher and mystic. And indeed there is no inconsistency here, since in neither role was (….) an expressive artist: he was a salesman with an infallible eye for the market. But he was a technician of such prowess in a style soft and slick at the same time, that anyone who is at all interested in paintings can hardly fail to respond to one…as a performance, no matter what he might think of it as a work of art….The trouble with (…)’s perfection is that the conception and the execution are perfectly false. Yet this is perfection of a kind, even if it is a perverse kind, and (…) is proof that the art of painting is so various the even “bad” pictures can be fascinating when considered as part of the whole of man’s record of his own nature.”

Sorry folks but after visiting the show and watching the vid I was struck with the idea that Bickerton is the Bouguereau (the cat about whom the above phrases were written) of our day. There ‘s a sense of an over-achieving academic control, a technical standard that is too tightly wound to let the slightest hint of genuine human frailty enter, unless it’s as an add-on with “native na├»ve” sentiments. Problem is, I love Bouguereau and respect Bickerton, and it doesn’t make me feel any better. JK

zipthwung said...

OMG money is ruining the art world.

Please pay 10 dollars to find out why.

Fukin' snake oil on a plane right?

IS that the best they can do?
Is that the best they can do?
Is that the best they can do?

Funny when people with money waste it. Preferably in a gratuitous and condescending manner.

no-where-man said...

rock n'roll play

Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From Galilee

zipthwung said...

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webthing said...

eye
why

lie
try

dye
dye

dye
dye

why
eye

try
fly

fly
dye

eye
dye

webthing said...

time + space = thought
______________________

commodity - lust = vegetable

(if x is x)

zipthwung said...

I have been writing my rap lyrics for a long time and it has always been my desire to become a rap star. I now feel the need to get out there and fullfil my dream. I believe my style is orginal, hard core and will dominate. The song is a rock and roll track about the perils of allowing money to interfere with interpersonal relationships, as well as its crippling hold over the music industry.

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CAP said...

It's such a long way back to George Seurat from here.

Beneful Dog Food said...

I think Bickerton's success is due in no small part to his eyebrows.
Step one for making it in the art world- get yourself a set of amazingly expressive eyebrows. It doesn't hurt if your eyes are a little mad as well.
Step two: Sit back and let the cash roll in.
And for those aspiring artists without memorable eyebrows, don't despair, the world always needs ditch diggers.

zipthwung said...

teh catz luvz ravez

Mark Staff Brandl said...

I agree with the Bouguereau comparison --- both in strengths and weaknesses. Although I don't really like either Bouguereau or AB, seeing their similarities isn't all negative criticism.