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Gallery Chronicle (May 2012)

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Dancers Abbey Roesner, Morgan McEwen, Jace Coronado of "The Brodmann Areas A New Collaborative Ballet from Norte Maar"

THE NEW CRITERION
MAY 2012

Gallery Chronicle
by James Panero

On "The Brodmann Areas: A New Collaborative Ballet from Norte Maar,” “Jorinde Voigt” at David Nolan Gallery, “William Bailey: New Paintings” at Betty Cuningham Gallery, and “Tom Goldenberg: Recent Paintings and Works on Paper.”

A year ago, the outer-borough impresario Jason Andrew first took his vision of the Ballets Russes to Bushwick. He brought several of the neighborhood’s best artists together with the choreographer Julia K. Gleich for a run of dance performances called “In the Use of Others for the Change.” The event felt like a high-water mark for the Bushwick scene, a modernist tide lapping up against the pcbs of a Superfund Site with a riot of strange colors spreading out across the surface in a rainbow film.

This year, Andrew and Gleich scrubbed down the parts to revive the Bushwick ballet as “The Brodmann Areas: A New Collaborative Ballet from Norte Maar.”1 With visual artists, sound artists, and dancers all coming together, last year was something of a celebratory free-for-all, a sprawling jam session with one guitar hero after the next compounding the awesomeness until your thoughts turned to the line at the Porta-John. “Brodmann,” in contrast, took on the subject of cognition and didn’t dance around the big thoughts. Tight, far more spare than a year before, the performance brought the dance up front while still collaborating with Bushwick artists such as Paul D’Agostino, who created rapid projections out of his triptych cardboard collages. This time Ryan Anthony Francis, as musical director, also arranged a score to link the various parts into a coherent theme.

Named after the fifty-two areas of the cerebral cortex, the ballet’s chapters took on such subjects as hypnosis, taste and smell, and recognition. Dressed in costumes by the Bushwick artist Tamara Gonzales, the dancer Michelle Buckley gave form to memory and, with choreographed movement, recited Pi to 250 decimal places. In “Part II: accelerate. mitigation. toil. blizzard.” the sister artists Audra and Margo Wolowiec used video and sound to compare a thrown piece of string with a drawn line. The effect was meant to stimulate “Brodmann area six,” the center of coordinated movement.

Smart but also wise, the performance fortunately never took itself too seriously. In “Multi-Tasking,” the artist Lawrence (Lars) Swan gave the choreography of neuroscience a sardonic twist by rolling an unusable die and reading mind-bending aphorisms from notecards. One: “In 1909, a German anatomist named Korbinian Brodmann published a map of the brain to help anyone who lost his mind to find it again.” Another: “Where in my brain am I?”

Science and art have long had an under-acknowledged relationship. At their best, the two disciplines unlock the beauty of the other. In Portraits of the Mind, the neurobiologist Carl Schoon­over recently created a coffee-table book out of the beauty of brain imagery. The complexities of the brain only become more mysterious the better we understand them.

The most stimulating part of “Brodmann” came out of a section called “Crowding.” Denis Pelli, a professor of psychology and neural science at New York University, worked with Gleich on the choreography and even distributed a special program supplement before the performance. He instructed us to fix our eyes on the fluttering hand of the dancer Jace Coronado “no matter what” in order to enjoy the “splendors achieved by the other dancers in [our] peripheral vision.” For his day job, Pelli studies “object recognition, especially sensitivity to crowding.” His segment felt like the most controlled experiment of the evening.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can attest that the peripheral dancers appeared to amplify the movement of the “magic hand.” I look forward to Professor Pelli’s return to Bushwick to explain exactly why. If “In the Use of Others” was a celebration of what Bushwick had become, “Brodmann” gave direction for the road ahead. Science now mixes with painting, performance, technology, and sound to contribute to this neighborhood’s particularly innovative culture.

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Installation view of "Piece for Words and Views" by Jorinde Voigt

Drawing is often the art of arrangement. The fineness of pen or pencil on paper helps us order and analyze complex observations. It’s also experimental. On an inexpensive medium like paper, drawing can be worked over several times, discarded, flipped, rotated, and tried again. Finally, it’s open-ended. Unlike painting, which can look odd when not applied across the entire surface of a canvas, drawing is often at its best surrounded by open space, giving us something to work with as the composition continues to grow through our imagination.

The young German artist Jorinde Voigt takes full advantage of drawing by largely attending to nature’s unseen phenomena. Several series of her work filled three floors at David Nolan, the north Chelsea dynamo with a second outpost in Berlin, as the gallery brought Voigt to New York for the first time.2

Rather than order and arrange visual observation, Voigt takes on the direction of wind, flight patterns, the syncopation of music, time and temperature, and emotional attraction. The results could be a conceptual mess, but Voigt appears more interested in the connection of ideas than the ideas themselves. More importantly, she is a consummate draftsman. Her ink-on-paper compositions of arrows and swirling lines and tiny notations are astonishingly good. They are also a high-wire act. Unlike in a preparatory sketch, these drawings are a big reach and permanent on the first pass, with only one chance to get each line just right.

The Nolan show ran backwards, with Voigt’s earlier work of drifting, connecting lines, Staat Random I-XI (2008), collected floor-to-ceiling in the upper gallery. While these drawings may claim to document the movement of eagles or the dynamics of a pop song, here the compositions themselves become their own animating force, and the results are a knockout.

I wish I could say the same for the middle galleries. Here a sculptural piece featured propellers painted with spinning phrases like “He loves me. He loves me not” (Grammatik VII, 2010). Another offered up a series of painted rods meant to record the colors of a garden (Botanic Code, 2010). Unlike the suppleness of her drawings, each of these sculptures seemed stiff, weighted down with Dada and minimalist references, transitional half-thoughts between the different series on paper.

On the gallery’s first floor, Voigt’s thirty-six-part Pieces for Words and Views (2012) was stacked three high, floor to ceiling. Employing her own version of Sortes Virgilianae, the artist picked words out from Roland Barthes’s book “A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments” and constructed her own signage and direction to lead her from thought to thought. The result probably gives Barthes’s book a better treatment than it deserves, as Voigt takes up collage and color to give her work an extra compositional delight evolving from one panel to the next. In March, Voigt become the 2012 recipient of the Daniel & Florence Guerlain Contemporary Art Foundation’s biennial drawing prize, and with good reason. This charming, talented artist can draw just about anything and make it look good.

William Bailey

William Bailey, Afternoon in Umbria III (2012) 

With his singular handling of paint, William Bailey can impose a deep emotional charge on something as simple as an egg. His still lifes—or more like mind-lifes, since he paints from imagination—are compositions of jugs and tea cups that crackle with the same sensuality as his nudes. For his fourth exhibition at Betty Cuningham, Bailey goes outdoors and introduces two new motives: an empty courtyard, and two young women resting in the shade of a tree.3

Cuningham presents these paintings with a few examples of Bailey’s more familiar subjects. She also arranges the two new courtyard scenes next to each other on adjoining walls. As our eye moves from Empty Stage I (2011) to the larger Empty Stage II (2012), we notice the subtle adjustments Bailey makes from one composition to the next. By raising a roofline here, separating a corner there, adding sky here, and adjusting a figure there, Bailey alters the effect of each work. He understands the drama of little things. Even a simple shape can have emotional resonance. In the earlier iteration, the shadow of a roof comes over to the center of the foreground. In the later version, the sun spreads out, so that the position of the viewer is also in light, warming our overall sense of the image.

But Bailey is never obvious. While his nudes are not prurient, they are certainly strange. The two figures picnicking in his Afternoon in Umbria series are wonderfully odd. In each, the girl in a white dress isn’t so much asleep as passed out, splayed across the grass, while the second girl looks on. For a painter who can turn a water pitcher into an object of desire, here he creates some of the more charged compositions of his career and among the most mysterious.

Tom Goldenberg
Tom Goldenberg, Hunter's Ice (2011-2012)

In 2001, after Hilton Kramer wrote that Tom Goldenberg was “one of the most accomplished painters on the current scene,” I became both a friend and admirer of this consummate painter of landscape. In April, Goldenberg opened up his Long Island City studio in one of the smartest self-showings of an artist’s work I have seen, engaging the dealer William O’Reilly as his studio curator and publishing his own catalogue on his website.4

Goldenberg brings a background in abstraction to the hills, trees, fields, and streams of New York. He grinds his own pigments into supersaturated oils. He incorporates his own studies of classical draftsmanship, leading tours through the open stacks and special collections of the city’s libraries and museums. He cultivates his own simple snapshots of Dutchess County and Central Park into a lush garden of paint and brushwork, in a process that could be problematic but which he seems to exploit to its fullest potential.

In a highlight of the current show, Goldenberg takes a series of his preparatory photographs, which would usually be splattered with studio paint, and deliberately goes back into them with oil, combining a painted and photographed landscape into one composition. A few years ago, Gerhard Richter made a similar attempt, adding a daub of paint to his photographs and allowing his collectors to bring the joy of German nihilism into their homes at a fraction of the price they thought possible. By comparison, Goldenberg’s overpaintings are wondrous examinations of his own working process, where the final product rises above the cleverness of their manufacture.

In his paintings, Goldenberg can range from the very large, with canvases that are eight feet across, to landscapes a foot wide or less. Recently, he has been showing drawing as well, and several in both charcoal and ink are in the current show along with larger portraits of anthropomorphic cherry trees. I first saw Goldenberg’s landscapes through his small gem-like paintings, and, along with his drawings, I still like them best. Both the color and energy of his brush strokes can overrun his largest compositions. When restrained by scale or materials, his work is a tour de force, and a delight now to see in the place it was created.

 

1 “The Brodmann Areas: A New Collaborative Ballet from Norte Maar” was on view at the Center for Performance Research, Brooklyn, from April 12 through April 15, 2012.

2 “Jorinde Voigt” was on view at David Nolan Gallery, New York, from March 8 through April 28, 2012.

3 “William Bailey: New Paintings” opened at Betty Cuningham Gallery, New York, on March 29 and remains on view through May 12, 2012.

4 “Tom Goldenberg: Recent Paintings and Works on Paper” opened at 37–24 24th Street, Suite 213, Queens, on April 11 and remains on view by appointment at TomGoldenberg.com.

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The Lightness of Jack Bush

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Jack Bush, Onslaught (1969); Acrylic on canvas; 55 1/2 x 55 1/2 inches, Private Collection

James writes:

These days some of the best abstract painting is also the most fun. In the 1960s, the lightness of Jack Bush was seriously ahead of its time. Born in Toronto, Canada in 1909, Bush took the low road to high modernism and largely bypassed the heaviness of European abstraction. Eventually he entered the orbit of the Color Field painters and Clement Greenberg, who became a champion and placed him alongside Hans Hofmann, Adolph Gottlieb, and David Smith.  

"Bush could draw, and 'place,' and design, like an angel," Greenberg wrote. "There was also his playfulness. He put into his pictures such things as travel souvenirs, flags, road signs, emblems, knowing well enough that they weren't supposed to belong in canonically abstract art. ... he took the risk of looking eccentric."

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Jack Bush, Flute Passage (1975); Acrylic polymer water-based on canvas; 32 1/2 x 43 inches

Greenberg once said that Bush's "apparent awkwardness" made him "one of the most eye-testing artists of our time." This claim was put to the test in "Jack Bush: New York Visit," the exhibition at FreedmanArt.    

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Jack Bush, Sing, Sing, Sing (1974); Acrylic on canvas; 68 x 114 3/4 inches

Bush's awkwardness seems more natural today than it did when new, but his work is no less "eye-testing." His colors are battery powered. His paint application is luminous. His shapes are unashamed. Bush was an artist who came of age relatively late in his career, but he somehow managed to keep that long gestation from weighing him down. He was a mature painter who found a way to make playful and seemingly naive art. 

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Jack Bush, Three Up (1968); Acrylic on canvas; 82 x 42, Collection Art Gallery Ontario, Toronto. Gift of Mrs. Alison Fisher, 1988.

It's little surprise that Bush, who died in 1977, is now cherished up north, where one of his paintings recently made it onto a Canadian stamp. Regrettably he's far less known here. All the more reason to give his eye-testing appearance in New York a serious look. 

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Jack Bush, June Lilac (1972); Acrylic on canvas; 74 1/2 x 65 3/8 inches, Private Collection

Last Chance: "Jack Bush: New York Visit" opened at Freedman Art, New York, on February 18 and remains on view through today, April 28, 2012. (73rd Street; above Via Quadronno and the best cappuccino in town.)

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Supreme Court should have taken the Harmon rent control case


Do you have the right "real estate karma" to rent here? The UWS Harmon house with its three rent-regulated tenants. 

NEW YORK DAILY NEWS
April 24, 2012

Supreme Court should have taken the Harmon rent control case
by James Panero

Current law allows for lavish living, practically for free

On Monday, the U.S. Supreme Court refused to hear an appeal from James and Jeanne Harmon, the owners of two townhouses on West 76th St. who have challenged the constitutionality of rent control.

In Harmon v. Kammel, the Harmons claimed that such controls meant that the government has essentially made them the private funder of a welfare program. It had also illegally taken their property in violation of the 5th Amendment, which reads that “no person shall be . . . deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.”

Rent control, they argued, has taken their private property “without just compensation.”

When the Harmons took ownership of their two small buildings, which had been in the family since 1949, they also got the tenants occupying three rent-controlled apartments. By law, these tenants now lease their apartments at 59% below market rate with lifetime tenure and generous succession rights.

A decade ago, one of Harmon’s tenants even bragged to a newspaper that he lived there “practically free” due to his great “real estate karma.”

Monday’s Supreme Court decision might only sound like a setback for landlords like the Harmons, but really it’s bad news for our entire city, which has long been the victim of a disastrous and near fatal experiment in price fixing. This is especially true for neighborhoods like the upper West Side, where I have been a lifelong resident.

Rent control was an “emergency” measure put in after World War II that stayed on the books for political convenience, even as it nearly bankrupted our city’s aging housing stock. These laws, which came out of a fear of the dangers of the free market, in fact demonstrated how government-manipulated pricing could be far more destructive than market forces.

With rents, services and evictions all regulated by the legislature and the courts, the city and state became the absentee landlords of neighborhoods like the upper West Side.

Power flowed from a politician’s apparent ability to depress rental rates for existing tenants while “taking on” the buildings’ now captive owners for diminishing services.

The city’s price controls, among the most stringent in the country, meant that the rate of apartment turnover plummeted. This created an artificial apartment shortage that continues to raise the rental rates of new construction. Since lower rent also meant that existing owners had less revenue for upkeep, for years aging buildings decayed for lack of funds, meaning that politicians could exert even greater rhetorical leverage over their “slumlord” conditions.

Historically, rent control has exacted its heaviest toll on the very tenants it purports to serve. The wealthy could maintain multiple residences while keeping their sprawling and under-used rent controlled apartments off the market.

Corrupt tenants learned to manipulate their rents even further by calling in phony complaints to the Department of Buildings and suing for bogus “diminution of services” in order to tie up rate increases in litigation (the practice remains commonplace today). Meanwhile, average, honest renters became hostage to the artificially depressed rents of their apartments as rent control diminished surplus and drove up the prices of alternative rental apartments.

Even as their building and their neighborhood collapsed around them, they were often unable to afford to relocate and became increasingly captive to the whims of a political class that purported to have a say in rental rates.

What saved New York wasn’t rent control. It was the cooperative revolution. Stocked with rent-controlled and rent-regulated tenants, the aging buildings in neighborhoods like the upper West Side, despite their grandeur, became next to worthless to their owners.

In the 1970s and 1980s, non-eviction plan coop conversions finally allowed owners to sell shares of their buildings to their own rent-controlled and rent-stabilized tenants, who could then invest their capital and sweat equity into the restoration of the neighborhood. Rather than taking on the landlords, as landlords themselves they took on the squalor of their neighborhood and restored areas like the upper West Side to what we see today.

Despite the damage done to our neighborhoods, rent control and rent regulation still feeds our city’s political machine. In 2008, Rep. Charlie Rangel, with a reported net worth of $566,000 to $1.2 million, was even caught taking up four rent regulated apartments for his personal use.

If the courts won’t take it on, the time has come for New Yorkers to do the right thing in the voting booth and say no to a system that has given their politicians a free ride while damaging their neighborhoods almost beyond repair.

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