Family Affair

22.10.2014
Lady Gaga with artists Jeff Koonsand Marina Abramovic at "artRave" in New York (photo: dpa)
Lady Gaga with artists Jeff Koonsand Marina Abramovic at "artRave" in New York (photo: dpa)

Art with your kids can be fun and funny
Do it right you can make some money
 
Cause everyone wants to be artists today
So stage a project and fluff up their resume
 
Kanye, Gaga, and now Miley Cyrus!
Wanting to be an artist is like catching a virus
 
They are all at it now and making a mint
So I gave my kids a hint
And put them to work
I’m sick they’re always skint
 
Spin wild tales of unbridled riches and fame
Glam it up so they’ll want to play the game
 
You still have to push they are all so damn lazy
Tell them to look at Koons’ prices gone crazy
 
Competition in youth is drugs and booze
Peer pressure to party and schmooze
They’re out all night all day they snooze
And those stupid devices they always lose
 
Nam Jun Paik said he became an artist to sleep late
So a professional career in art is not the worst fate
 
With art you can develop their curiosity
They don’t need much studying art history
 
Take a break from school, clubs and computers
Let them live life forget about tutors
 
Art is a colorful language made-up of pictures
God knows they hate reading so throw it in the mixture
 
A lesson in economics will also be learned
If they sell a few paintings a few quid will be earned
 
Spending time today is essential for relations
Everything else is just social masturbation
 
Use the experience to explore and communicate
Go ahead and get started it’s never too late
 
And think of the love and satisfaction
That will flow from a show
And may even gain traction
 
The only thing worse than the grief they can cause
Is when they fly the coop and slam all the doors
 
Get their friends and others make it a group show
That's an enterprising approachable way to go
 
Friends and Family, that exhibit was ours
With kids from all over and plenty of art stars
 
But here is a weary word of advice
Before you jump in if I’ve managed to entice
 
Don’t knock down a Tracey Emin and break it
Though that's a surefire way to make it
 
Into the tabloids and onto the BBC
For the world and everyone else to see
It happened to us so take it from me
 

Sneak peek of Larry G’s latest London emporium

17.10.2014

Went to take a snap through Mayfair construction site and brawny worker grabbed my phone, went inside and took a proper image for me. Much nicer than those typically associated with gallery world.

Polke vs Richter

14.10.2014

Polke was always punching above his weight, but from a lower class than Richter. Let it be known, after last night’s Essl Sale at Christie’s, Polke was firmly established as the (historic and market) heavyweight he's always been. And Richter took a bit of a drubbing at the hand of Polke's newfound pricing prowess in the process.

Where’s Wally?

13.10.2014
 Photograph by Polly Braden Courtesy of Frieze
Photograph by Polly Braden Courtesy of Frieze

Ok kids, I am challenging you to find the creativity and culture in the context of an art fair.

Slotover rejects claims that Frieze is “over-commercialised: Of course, it’s commerce, because it’s all for sale. But to say that it’s not creative is inaccurate. We could have run the fairs in a more commercial way and made higher profits, but it would have had less of a cultural impact. If it had just been pure commerce, like an auction house, it would not have been interesting to us.”

Full article from today’s Independent.

Donating my VIP card

16.09.2014

Donating my plus one to the earliest access VIP opening of upcoming Frieze Art Fair to an auction for the benefit of Gabriella’s Angel Foundation for Cancer Research (and a free lunch to boot); the lot will appear shortly on Charitybuzz.com, stay tuned. 

Ps: It’s against just about every tenant, rule and regulation of the fair so shhh.

Art Basel Crowdfunding Initiative

13.09.2014
The artwork 'Are You Really Here' (2014) by Danish artist Jeppe Hein, represented by the gallery Nicolai Wallner, is on display during the international art fair Art Basel 2014
The artwork 'Are You Really Here' (2014) by Danish artist Jeppe Hein, represented by the gallery Nicolai Wallner, is on display during the international art fair Art Basel 2014

“Art Basel Crowdfunding Initiative” trying to raise a pittance for a few lucky not-for-profits, when the parent company can easily dig into their very deep pockets with little or no pain. What’s next Prada crowdfunding a new line of Koons kashmere?

From 2013 annual report from MCH Group (owner of all Basel fairs among many others): “At CHF 472.6 million, the MCH Group achieved the highest operating income in its history in the 2013 business year. Despite higher depreciations and a higher financial outlay for the new hall complex in Basel, the group profit, at CHF 30.5 million, is above that for the cyclically stronger previous year of 2012.”

A Sneak(y) Peak of Essl Collection

11.09.2014

The first exclusive sneak(y) peak of Essl Collection upcoming at Christie's London, in October. Surely to land me in trouble but worth the risk to spy some delectable Richter, Polke, Kippenberger, Uecker and pals

From Artaud to Artnet: Philippe Vandenberg’s Beautiful Misery

30.08.2014
Philippe Vandenberg "No title", 2008 (alle Bilder: © Estate Philippe Vandenberg, Courtesy Hauser & Wirth, Foto: Stefan Altenburger Photography Zürich)
Philippe Vandenberg "No title", 2008 (alle Bilder: © Estate Philippe Vandenberg, Courtesy Hauser & Wirth, Foto: Stefan Altenburger Photography Zürich)

"Art is a wound turned into light’, as Braque said. The image I create is an attempt to come and fill the lack inherent in life." [1]
 
Vandenberg’s kamikaze is a more beneficent art world suicide bomber packed with explosives embedded in canvas, densely laden with equal measures of celebration and despair. In the art and writing of Philippe Vandenberg there is a constant tension between the states of panic and pleasure, and a willingness, even desire, to travel to the sun, knowing one will see great things at the expense of extinguishing life. But it was only through art and poetry – looking, appreciating, making and writing – that Vandenberg found life (tolerable): "some… canvases give me the courage, not only to go on painting, but also go to on living." [2]
 
For Vandenberg, painting was a waiting game; waiting for something to work, to collide, while consciously and conspicuously cultivating accidents. In pursuing this, he channelled pain, urgency and the unfulfilled desire inherent in the process. But the hope was as palpable as the revulsion; Vandenberg embraced and celebrated failure, and painted through a series of crises and existential dilemmas. Vandenberg painted to capture time, trying to depict a possibly futile attempt to freeze in amber a moment, a life, existence itself. He both failed and succeeded and didn’t seem to have much choice in how it all unfolded; all the while he never stopped questioning (everything) throughout. Somewhat improbably, Vandenberg was particularly concerned with the longevity of his oeuvre, all the while subconsciously aware his limited time was of essence. "That’s one more obsession for the painter. Will the work last? Will a painting continue to be generous"? [3] Curious notion, that of the "generosity" of a good painting, Vandenberg was under the impression that a good work of art continues to give something like a benevolent force of nature.
 
"I have a perverse relationship with self-destruction and even with destruction in general." [4] This was a very personal struggle enacted on paper and canvas with words and paint – paint as acid thrown in our collective faces. Drugs and alcohol played a constant role, evidence of the inner and outer unrest that dogged Vandenberg with passing mention in his diaries to having paid more than one visit to a clinic to receive treatment for such conditions. Like Samuel Beckett, Vandenberg was forlorn, depressed and alcoholic, but both soldiered on through work until they couldn't any longer. In Vandenberg’s case, very sadly, the possibilities were snuffed too early. We all suffered as a result.
 
Filling a void in the Kierkegaardian sense of either/or, in the face of misery one must find expression through work and make the best of what is an inherently flawed and meaningless world. Not the cheeriest of sentiments but as you get chosen by the canvas to paint upon it, rather than vice versa (in Vandenberg’s words) you also cannot contrive exuberance. Sounding evangelical and as if preaching on a soapbox, you have the edict that for Vandenberg encapsulated the essence of art: "I believe that art is one of the means that help us to live. It enthralls us, amazes us and comforts us temporarily." [5] Oh well, at least there is respite, albeit short lived, from artwork to artwork.
 
In his 2003 diary entry, "Letters to a nigger", like the Klansmen of Philip Guston, we have before us a provocation, and an impolite one at that. Regarding the use of the loaded and problematic word nigger, I believe Vandenberg was in fact alluding to himself as that person he so admired, identified with and reviled (or was he referring to societal disdain?), which still doesn’t make it any easier to stomach. Paul Thek also sympathised with what he must have imagined as the subjugation of blacks with his tar baby sculptures and paintings. With Thek, the empathy is more apparent. Sensitivity and etiquette were probably not of paramount concern to Vandenberg, somewhat lacking in empathy and sensitivity though seemingly striving for metaphor. In a certain way, how he meant it is irrelevant. This work is the work and the person the person, though they impact each other. John Lennon and Yoko Ono penned the song in 1972 ‘Woman is the Nigger of the World’ with the lyrics: ‘When she's young we kill her will to be free.’ When Vandenberg drew: "KILL THEM ALL AND DANCE" or "KILL THE DOG TODAY" he meant to be put down himself, and when he said "…niggers like me" [6], one assumes he was non-prejudicially sublimating.
 
In the 2003 Vandenberg staged an exhibit entitled "Daily Drawings of Good & Vile 1997 – 2003", where you sense the primacy he placed on the intimacy and immediacy of works on paper, often incorporating text. In the context of an illustrative diary, the closest thing to the materialisation of thoughts, there is a parallel in Thek’s grade school composition books comprised of drawings, watercolours and notes, housed in Robert Wilson’s Byrd Hoffman Water Mill Foundation in New York. Visual imagery involving text for both Vandenberg and Thek was the ideal unification of an impulse into a material, cohesive whole; the very essence of thought in colour, decorated and augmented by letters that formed part of an aesthetic expression. With no fanfare or showy attention seeking, Vandenberg rather referenced a more subtle (though brutal at the same time) state of inwardness. Versus the more sullen but poetic works of Paul Thek’s paintings on newspaper which were a little more forlorn and resigned but cheery all the same. Like Mike Kelley too, they all wholeheartedly and enthusiastically pursued and courted failure like a muse imbued with a sprinkle of melancholy.
 
Vandenberg painted a series of nondescript, abstracted portraits including those of Antonin Artaud and Meinhof, a (brilliant) nut and terrorist respectively, which goes a way in describing the territory he mentally resided in. What's normative to some is pathology to others. Vandenberg’s paintings were raw, exposed, violent, and wounded. Paintings of and in flesh, worse than Lucien Freud. Artaud’s self-portraits were medical charts but instead of blood tests or heart monitors mapping out the patient's illness, he charted his own wellbeing or lack with pen and paper. In Vandenberg’s drawings, we see a reductive interplay of line and colour that invariably involved a car wreck of one sort or another. Or not; they were never too repetitive or consistent enough to reveal a pattern, a trait he cultivated. There were even traces of delicate beauty on its own.
 
The surfaces of Vandenberg’s paintings are rough and scabby, marred, scraped and anguished over and upon. The paintings are fraught with evidence of harsh physical activity yet also quiet, studied contemplation. You can taste the stark say-it-how-it-is frankness of Diane Arbus freaks and weirdoes; but in Vandenberg you have the photographs in paint. With Vandenberg, there is the inescapable gravity and weight of art made not solely for the sake of beauty or aesthetics but at the same time employing all to illuminate feelings and emotions no matter the horror of the physical consequences. Paul McCarthy's famed and notorious scatological reference points are excrement to Vandenberg's disgust for life outside of art. Some works display an unspeakable, gnashing abrasiveness like an Asger Jorn canvas, even though jaunty all the same at first blush. Don't get me wrong: it’s not all doom and gloom. There is a certain kind of gleefulness and delirium going on here too. Above all, a cynical optimism glares fiercely and brightly. And otherwise, he simply wouldn't have bothered.
 
A contrarian to the core, Vandenberg was anti-entertainment in art, a worrying trend that continues to plague current art production. Go and tell that to the brigade that flowed through the Whitney Museum for what was the Koons-fest, the feel-good-about-itself celebration of the summer of 2014. How frivolous it all seems after trudging through Vandenberg’s dense art and writings, practically Hegelian in density.
 
Back to Mike Kelley, who could have been a casualty of a heartless art system, crushed by the weight of commercial expectations of his success and worse, continued success. He may have died from prospering but his spirit remained firmly entrenched with the ne'er-do-wells. Mike Kelley never lost the mindset of someone who hadn't made it, and in a certain sense, Vandenberg himself concertedly stove to achieve the same.
 
"The art business in its present-day form didn’t exist when I started in the sixties. But the universe of the studio must be distinguished from that of the art scene. They are two opposed worlds, independent from each other." [7] More anarchistic, nihilist, than market-minded, Vandenberg’s auction record, set in a regional Christie’s auction in 2012, is for an untitled 1990 work that resembles a Sigmar Polke painting rendered as a demented, crack addicted (rather than opiate) expressionist for $24,303.00. And I’m not quite certain Philippe Vandenberg would be too bothered by the lack of the present (at least) international reach of his market. An artist's market is another kind of wellness chart telling stories of its own that reflect upon financial health but also with an irrefutable baring on one’s mental state. Paul Thek lamented his lack of financial collector support while Mike Kelley disdained the responsibility that came from the enormity succeeding at it all, from the responsibility of employing his assistants to running a giant studio enterprise. By the way, Thek spelled Claude Monet: M-o-n-e-y. Vandenberg was sickened by overproduction in art, a blight that is endemic to the overheated market we reside in today. Good thing he never encountered Damien Hirst and his ilk, call them the "overproduction-ists". The painstaking, incremental fashion of building international markets, essential in today's global art machine was not something Vandenberg could or would have chosen to comprehend.
 
You can sense a conflict in the work, in the artist, between joy and hope, despair and death and how he must have felt pressured to feel a certain way as a seeking, creative force. Vandenberg had a preconceived notion, despite his protestations against it, that the suffering he so explicitly posited was at the core of an artist’s existence, which proved a burden he couldn’t get out from under; something he was never able to fully reconcile until he succumbed to a self-wrought end. Art and writing were the means, the only way he managed to express and avoid the innate panic Vandenberg invariably felt for everyday life. "After all, one tries to paint in order to tame nothingness. How can one manage to do so without painting? That will be the question once the brushes are down. I will need to work on the attitude of a non-painter." [8] For a man that courted and loved mystery, that was one final conundrum Vandenberg never quite figured out.
 
This is the story of a tragedy, with glimpses of optimism, a battle ultimately lost by resignation. Vandenberg chose to end his life in the same manner he spoke of finishing a painting; that is, wilfully and with determination. He painted the text "KILL ALL" over and over, and in the end, only managed to extinguish the voice within. Being unable to continually conjure or harness the urge to successfully create (in his mind’s eye) any further must have contributed to his premature demise. Ultimately, what he perceived as a dead-end with no exit strategy was for Vandenberg an endgame that spelled game end.
 

1. Philippe Vandenberg, "L’important c’est le kamikaze oeuvre 2000 – 2006", published by On Line & Musee Arthur Rimbaud, 2006, p. 93
2. Ibid, p. 108
3. Ibid, p. 99
4. Ibid, p. 105
5. Ibid, p. 96
6. Ibid, p. 151
7. Ibid, p. 98
8. Ibid, p. 133

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Flaming Wades on Wheels: At the Le Mans Classic

10.07.2014
Jonkheer Gijsbert van Lennep and Kenny Schachter with a factory prototype of the Porsche 2.8 RSR that he drove in Le Mans in 1973.
Jonkheer Gijsbert van Lennep and Kenny Schachter with a factory prototype of the Porsche 2.8 RSR that he drove in Le Mans in 1973.

As a coda to the art season, I thought I’d take a palette-cleansing trip to the biennial Le Mans Classic to check out the races and pick up an historic racecar I purchased along the way.

Though it is certainly much smaller in scale, the vintage car market in many respects parallels the art market—there have been abrupt hyper-inflationary price escalations of late, and some of the same shenanigans. For instance, a broker tried to steal my car out from under me before I closed on the contract, a scenario not altogether different from trying to buy a Wade Guyton (another fast moving object with flames going up and down the sides). But what I find so refreshing about car enthusiasts is that, though their passion is as fervent as their art-collecting peers, they’re slightly less jaded, and they’re refreshingly nonchalant compared to the sometimes-pretentious art gang (well, marginally anyway). With cars, it’s more art than artifice.

Things didn’t get off the start line exactly as planned. So much for clearing my mental sense of taste: en route on the Eurostar to Paris, I bumped into a friend and got wind of a major dealer and rival of sorts, who was having his car raced. You can run, but…may as well try and sell something while I’m at it. I checked into the hotel in Le Mans, fittingly enough located on Boulevard Duchamp, and a similarity with Basel became immediately apparent: the hotels are crap. It was so cramped I had to sit sideways on the toilet and could hear the guest in the adjacent room belch.

The art market continues to clamor for more of the same  ... weiterlesen

The Naked Truth About Basel: A Diary

23.06.2014
Swiss performance artist Milo Moire walks naked as part of her performance 'The Script System' on the exhibition site of the international art fair Art Basel 2014, in Basel (photo: dpa)
Swiss performance artist Milo Moire walks naked as part of her performance 'The Script System' on the exhibition site of the international art fair Art Basel 2014, in Basel (photo: dpa)

Friday, June 13 

The evening before departing London for Zurich I attend a benefit dinner honoring artist Eddie Peake at the Institute of Contemporary Arts in London. At the peak of Mr. Peake’s performance, an actor screams at the top of his lungs, “Don’t flip!” Perhaps he is referring to the nine paintings about to be auctioned during the benefit evening’s proceedings, but the outburst inadvertently serves as an appropriate preamble to the art circuit’s largest annual trading platform: Art Basel, the stock exchange to the auction houses’ commodity pits.   ... weiterlesen

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