White Noise: Overheard at the Biennial

-- By Tom Phillips

Nicholas Galanin: "White Noise: American Prayer Rug" 

Writers who cover Art are much more glamorous than we ordinary journalists; I noticed lots of leather and leopard-skin on women at the Whitney Biennial press preview.  (Faux, naturellement, but  expensive.) Two scribes were chatting in the row behind me as we awaited the news conference.  I didn't turn around, but took these notes: 

Says the one:  You know, I skipped the War-hole (Warhol) show.  I skipped it because I just don't like him. It seems to me he represents all that's worst about us -- the commercialism, the celebrity, sensationalism. Enough of War-hole, I say, let's move on!

Her friend agrees heartily, calling Andy Warhol the "father of Jeff Koons and Damien Hirst." They move on. Says the one:   

-- Someone asked me to write an article about art collecting. I don't want to do it because I don't believe in collecting art.  

Says her friend:  But you're a collector yourself!

-- Oh no, I'm not a collector.  I inherited most of my art.  I mean, if I see something I like and there's room on my wall -- which there isn't! -- I'll buy it.  But that's not collecting.  

Her daughter is a senior at an ultra-prestigious Ivy League college, where she's working on the student newspaper. She told her mother she was thinking of going into journalism. Her mom's  reaction: 

-- I told her, I said:  Over my dead body are you going into journalism!

 Just sayin' ... 

--- Copyright 2019 by Tom Phillips

Curran Hatleberg: "Dominoes" 

Biennial Buzz

2019 Whitney Biennial
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York
May 14, 2019 
-- By Tom Phillips 
Copyright 2019 by Tom Phillips

      "Stick," by Simone Leigh, "Incoming," by Keegan Monaghan  

Neck-deep in controversy before it even started, the 79th Whitney Biennial opened this weekend, promising a “snapshot of contemporary art-making in America.” The exhibit showcases emerging young artists, and lifts up the poor and marginalized, in the art world and American society. It also exhibits the museum's own contradictions.  

Exhibit A is a film about anti-personnel weapons that are  manufactured and sold by a director of the museum. Warren B. Kanders is CEO of Safariland, which sells tear gas canisters and other weapons to police departments and governments including the US. The film by Laura Poitras unveils a technology that can track the use of these weapons – and did when they were used by US troops against asylum-seekers at the Mexican border. Safariland’s new tear-gas product “Triple Chaser” works like a cluster-bomb, breaking into three pieces when it hits the ground. The film details the effects of the gas on its victims – as well as the bloody effects of bullets the company sells to the Israeli army, which fired them against Palestinians charging the border fence at Gaza.

Kanders says he is “not the problem” and has resisted calls for his resignation or ouster. To him, the problem is rioters and demonstrators endangering the police and soldiers who “keep us safe.”  But who exactly is “us?”  The exhibit as a whole identifies with the poor, people of color, the excluded and rejected -– and artists, struggling to survive in an art world so deeply implicated in the politics of privilege and oppression.

A few impressions from a fast preview:

A symmetrical bronze sculpture by Simone Leigh: a stylized black woman atop a ballooning skirt, bristling with black metal spikes. She’s black, beautiful, permanent, fortified.

"Dominoes" 

A series of back-country and inner-city photographs by Curran Hatleberg showing the resilience of the poor, comfort amid squalor. Politics be hanged, these people say, let’s play dominoes, crawl over a broke-down truck, fool with a snake, sit by the river and smoke.

An animated cartoon of NFL football scenes that shows pity for everyone -- players kneeling at the national anthem, others standing defiant or doubt-filled, soldiers venerating the flag, the band playing on, schlumpy photographers recording the historic muddle.

An old-fashioned ringing telephone, painted in old-fashioned oils by Keegan Monaghan, ambiguously titled: “Incoming.”

The biggest, loudest statement in the show is a zombie-like outdoor "Procession" by Nicole Eisenman.  Its ruined slaves and captives made me think of a Fourth of July parade in the Hell we're headed for.

But the signature piece, to me, was one with a quieter irony: a large woven rug by American Indian artist Nicholas Galanin simulating a TV screen without a signal – nothing but “snow.” He calls it “White Noise: American Prayer Rug."     

White noise, black lives, zombies on parade, and the Gordian knot of oppression paying for the art  that rails against it. It’s impossible to take a snapshot of America, the field of vision is too wide. But curators Ru Hockney and Jane Panetta combed the countryside to try to get the sweep of it. The result is broad, inclusive, gutsy, fresh, real.

It runs through September 22 at the Whitney.

-- \Photographs by Tom Phillips

"White Noise: American Prayer Rug"