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NY10011 (New York residents add sales’laxForelgn orders add 33% )exhibition <strong>of</strong> politically engaged art withstrong multlcultural credentials. No onecould claim th<strong>at</strong> the kind <strong>of</strong> work chosenfor the exhibition was not being made,for <strong>of</strong> course it was. Wh<strong>at</strong> anyone withthe slightest knowledge <strong>of</strong> the art worldcould claim, on the other hand, was th<strong>at</strong>the work was not monolithically as politicalas its reflection in the medium <strong>of</strong>the Biennial pretended, and th<strong>at</strong> the showwas in fact a cur<strong>at</strong>orial decision to put onone <strong>of</strong> a particular kind. Here and there,<strong>of</strong> course, there were works th<strong>at</strong> couldnot easily be thought <strong>of</strong> as politically engaged-PeterCampus’s impeccable butdull dlgitlzed photographs <strong>of</strong> leaves andbranches, for example. But these simplyunderscored wh<strong>at</strong> most <strong>of</strong> the critical establishmentperceived as the determin<strong>at</strong>ion<strong>of</strong> a new director<strong>at</strong>e, fresh from theInstitute <strong>of</strong> Contemporary Art, Boston,to show wh<strong>at</strong> it felt contemporary artought to be under the guise <strong>of</strong> the Whit-ney form<strong>at</strong>, which had to th<strong>at</strong> point beenmerely to show contemporary art as is. itBut by the same token, it is difficult toavoid the inference th<strong>at</strong> Klaus Kertess waschosen because he would select an exhi-bition <strong>of</strong> a very different sort, as indeedhe has. Conserv<strong>at</strong>ive paranoia has n<strong>at</strong>urallyseen through wh<strong>at</strong> it takes to be disguises,into the political core <strong>of</strong> the exhibition;but to those unafflicted with th<strong>at</strong>order <strong>of</strong> p<strong>at</strong>hology, Kertess has chosenexactly the kind <strong>of</strong> show one is convincedhe was expected to. Kertess is a widely respectedrepresent<strong>at</strong>ive <strong>of</strong> the art world,with known tastes and a history <strong>of</strong> havingdiscovered and nurtured, as a dealer, anumber <strong>of</strong> first-r<strong>at</strong>e talents. His adJunctconnection to the Whitney goes even furtherin distancing his show from the criticaldebacle <strong>of</strong> 1993. <strong>The</strong> Biennial <strong>of</strong> 1997will be the responsibility <strong>of</strong> Lisa Phillips,who was a member <strong>of</strong> the cur<strong>at</strong>orial teamth<strong>at</strong> chose several <strong>of</strong> the Biennials in theperiod preceding Tom Armstrong’s 1990forced departure as director <strong>of</strong> the museumand David Ross’s appointment toth<strong>at</strong> position. And in the symbolic language<strong>of</strong> cur<strong>at</strong>orial appointments, thishas to be read as a gesture <strong>of</strong> further reassuranceto the art world, as well as anindic<strong>at</strong>ion <strong>of</strong> returning to a period inwhich the Whitney did not, by takingupon itself the prerog<strong>at</strong>ive <strong>of</strong> moral andpolitical instruction, alien<strong>at</strong>e itself fromIts constituency. No institution can thrive,let alone survive, th<strong>at</strong> does not learnwhen it has moved too far in th<strong>at</strong> direction.Whitney publicists have jocularlycharacterized the Biennial as “<strong>The</strong> showyou love to h<strong>at</strong>e,” but th<strong>at</strong> pre-emptive ef-fort <strong>at</strong> collusive jollity would sound increasinglyhollow in the face <strong>of</strong> shows ash<strong>at</strong>eful as 1993’s was felt to be. In thissense Kertess has done wh<strong>at</strong> was wanted.No one h<strong>at</strong>es the show, partly because itis so quirky and somehow personal th<strong>at</strong>th<strong>at</strong> would be tantamount to h<strong>at</strong>ing him.But everyone knows th<strong>at</strong> it is no morerepresent<strong>at</strong>ive than the last Biennial, simplymore obviously idiosyncr<strong>at</strong>ic.Everyone knows thkBiennial is no morerepresent<strong>at</strong>ive than thelast, merely moreobviotlsly idiosyncr<strong>at</strong>ic.consider the case <strong>of</strong> painting, until rel<strong>at</strong>ivelyrecent times the mainstay <strong>of</strong>the Biennials and the annuals beforethem, largely because wh<strong>at</strong> was going onin art was mainly painting. <strong>The</strong>re werefive paintings in the 1993 show, chosen,one felt, through quantity and quality, todemonstr<strong>at</strong>e the leftish thesis th<strong>at</strong> paintinghad died. Painting had been demonizedthrough the seventies and, after anuncertain reprieve in the eighties, villainizedafresh as the chosen art-form <strong>of</strong> theoppressing class. <strong>The</strong>re are by contrasttwenty-seven paintings in the 1995 show,and while Kertess’s choices are <strong>at</strong> timeseccentric, no one can argue th<strong>at</strong> the proportion<strong>of</strong> painting to other forms <strong>of</strong> arthas actually quadrupled in the interveningtwo years. Wh<strong>at</strong> the difference innumbers as well as kind shows is th<strong>at</strong>Kertess really likes painting, and has specialtastes in it. He likes quiet, austerepaintings like those <strong>of</strong> Agnes Martin andBrice Marden, or he likes really funkypaintings like those <strong>of</strong> nobody you haveever heard <strong>of</strong>, but th<strong>at</strong>, like jokes, arelikely to be funnier to some than others.Or take the difference in c<strong>at</strong>alogues.<strong>The</strong> 1993 c<strong>at</strong>alogue fe<strong>at</strong>ured an essay bythe writer Homi Bhabha, a well-meaningobscurantist who almost exemplifiesthrough the amiable murkiness <strong>of</strong> hisprose the difficulty <strong>of</strong> one culture understandinganother. Colonialism was butone <strong>of</strong> the kinds <strong>of</strong> abuse expressed inthe texts and in the g<strong>at</strong>hered works. <strong>The</strong>front m<strong>at</strong>ter <strong>of</strong> Kertess’s book couldhardly be more different. After his ownwhimsical preface, in which he <strong>of</strong>fers theunexceptionable thesis th<strong>at</strong> all art is met-
June 5,1995 <strong>The</strong> <strong>N<strong>at</strong>ion</strong>. 807aphorical and then undertakes to justifywhy the work he has chosen is somehowespecially metaphorical, there is a poemby John Ashbery which is. well, a poemby John Ashbery; a chapter by Lynn Tillman,“Reveal Codes, or Life Is a Joke,”from a novel in progress th<strong>at</strong> tre<strong>at</strong>s <strong>of</strong> themalheurs <strong>of</strong> living in a dirty building ina noisy neighborhood with a man whohas a joke for every occasion; an essay,by the neurobiologist Gerald Edelman,on works <strong>of</strong> art as wordless metaphorsand the brain as a non-computer, whichit must be left to another occasion to discusscritically. Only the essay by JohnHanhardt, who was responsible for thevideo art in the show, bears any resemblanceto traditional c<strong>at</strong>alogue writing.Meanwhile, one approaches the section<strong>of</strong> texts through a suite <strong>of</strong> interestingphotographic images: a woman’s handholding a pencil and resting on her t<strong>at</strong>tooedarm; an aerial view <strong>of</strong> Manh<strong>at</strong>tan;wh<strong>at</strong> appear to be survivors <strong>of</strong> an acci-dent gazing on some not so lucky; abranch <strong>of</strong> coral; a collection <strong>of</strong> wheels orperhaps gyroscopes; wh<strong>at</strong> looks like <strong>at</strong>antric pair in fornic<strong>at</strong>ion intense enoughto require a bit <strong>of</strong> support from obligingassistants; the Tower <strong>of</strong> Babel as shownin an old engraving; and, finally, theWhitney Museum itself as, I suppose, theBabel <strong>of</strong> today. Kertess’s text is titfed“Postcards From Babel,” and it is clearth<strong>at</strong> this is the way he sees the show-adiffuse sampling from the art world asBabel. And I suppose the implic<strong>at</strong>ion isth<strong>at</strong> if indeed the art world LS th<strong>at</strong>, anyselection th<strong>at</strong> implied a gre<strong>at</strong>er orderwould be a misrepresent<strong>at</strong>ion.Still, postcards imply sites and sights.While there is no question th<strong>at</strong> wh<strong>at</strong>Kertess has chosen to send us as images,along with a cheery “Having a gre<strong>at</strong> time.Wish you were here,” records stops alongthe winding ramp <strong>of</strong> the gre<strong>at</strong> old tower<strong>of</strong> incoherence, the question remains, asit always must with the single cur<strong>at</strong>or,whether this tells us something aboutBabel or something about him. <strong>The</strong>re is,for example, a fair amount <strong>of</strong> wh<strong>at</strong> 1 think<strong>of</strong> asfrn desiecle sexuality-sexuality Inthe mode <strong>of</strong> Aubrey Beardsley’s Underthe Hilt or <strong>The</strong> Story <strong>of</strong> Venus and Ennhauser,though <strong>of</strong> course in the medium<strong>of</strong> photography r<strong>at</strong>her than drawing, andin the contemporary world a flamboyantway <strong>of</strong> having safe sex-a lot <strong>of</strong> touching,cross-dressing, body-piercmg andt<strong>at</strong>tooing, and erotic ritual. Among thedark glossy images <strong>of</strong> Nan Golden’sBkyo be,for example, a man, seeminglybound with red velvet ropes, prostr<strong>at</strong>eshimself before a woman wearing blackfishnet stockings, whom we saw in anothershot wearing a shiny red plastic penis.C<strong>at</strong>herine Opie shows a self-portraitnaked to the waist, wearing a le<strong>at</strong>herS&M mask, enough pins stuck in her toequip a team <strong>of</strong> acupuncturists, and <strong>at</strong><strong>at</strong>too reading PERVERT (which may ormay not be real-who knows in this age<strong>of</strong> computer enhancement?) across herchest. Alongside the generous helping <strong>of</strong>sexuality, there is a lot <strong>of</strong> frivolity, some<strong>of</strong> it spectacular. Most <strong>of</strong> wh<strong>at</strong> we see fitsunder the three c<strong>at</strong>egories <strong>of</strong> frivolity,sex and quiet painting. So we are a longway indeed from 1993, when everythingfit pretty much under the one c<strong>at</strong>egory<strong>of</strong> hort<strong>at</strong>ory multicultural politics. Buthow close are we in fact to the Americanart world <strong>of</strong> 1995? <strong>The</strong> lesson <strong>of</strong> twoyears ago was th<strong>at</strong> simply having seriousTHE ECLIPSE<strong>The</strong> first time I played golfwas the afternoon <strong>of</strong> the partial eclipsein Nashville, Tennessee. I had justreturned from school with my degree,and my f<strong>at</strong>her chose to acknowledgemy m<strong>at</strong>urity by standing me drinks<strong>at</strong> the close <strong>of</strong> our nine-hole round.My golf game is a loss in memory,a stroke sliced so far wide, my eyecan’t follow; I hear the pond gulp.But I remember the one o’clock eclipse,how when I stepped from the housethe clear sky unexpectedly darkened.<strong>The</strong> air turned cool in the animal silence.And I noticed under the tall shrubswhere shadows <strong>of</strong> the oval leavesmet and parted, a thousand dancingmoon-shaped suns shifting and dividingas the air shuffled the stiff leavesand a thousand foci blinked and stared.I called the others out to show them.Moments after the display had vanished,I remember I remained entranced.I saw eclipses everywhere. My car eclipsedthe family car, the house across the streeteclipsed the hill th<strong>at</strong> stood above It,tall irises ecllpsed the box, andevery object rose to obscure another.themes does not ipso facto make seriousart. <strong>The</strong> lesson <strong>of</strong> today is th<strong>at</strong> not havmgserious themes does not Ipso facto makeserious art either.Are there any masterpieces for whichall New York will be clamoring? 1 thoughtthe mural-sized photograph by Jeff Wallwas mysterious and worth viewlng, andin truth I remain haunted, as I almost alwaysam, by Nan Golden’s unflinchingphotography <strong>of</strong> the sexual underground.I would keep my eye out for Nicole Eisen-man for her impudence and fun. <strong>The</strong> hit<strong>of</strong> the show is a wall-painting just by theentrance to the museum’s restaurant,which shows her painting on a wall amidthe ruins <strong>of</strong> a Whitney Museum demolishedas completely as the federal build-ing in Oklahoma City. Various figures arebeing carted away on stretchers, andMy f<strong>at</strong>her joined me carrying his clubs,and we went. But on the way, all buildings,cars, trucks, signs, and trees, held orbitsth<strong>at</strong> met and overlapped. <strong>The</strong> golf swlng, too,caused an eclipse, and the sinking balleclipsed the cup. Nothlng seemed safe,th<strong>at</strong> afternoon, from apparent loss.Joseph Chaney
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