The Armory Show 2009
Overall, the show is as deliriously overwhelming as ever, with the usual small percentage of memorable work scattered throughout the vast shopping mall of unremarkable crap
John Del Signore
Gothamist.com
I don't think I could have put it any better. The long awaited Armory Show 2009 took place last week without a hitch. 243 exhibitors from around the world put up their "best" work/artists like peacocks showing off their plumage on a matting call. This year's show was clouded with the topic in every one's head, the bad economy, and to no surprise it seemed like there were less buyers shopping for the latest "it" piece of art. At least I didn't hear anyone ask for prices as I have in past years.
After seeing so much meaningless stuff here and there finally I arrive at Deitch's booth, a space displaying Ryan McGuinness and Elizabeth Neil.
During the summer Deich mounted a solo show of Neil's work, large canvases full of gestural energy, such as Sideshow, that captured my attention and to this day I keep thinking about them. Finding this painting at the Armory was a great treat.
There was a lot of crap on display, and finding good art became a difficult task. Not only was it hard to find good art, but it was also hard to find good "bad art." In past years some "bad art" got a response out of me, enough for me to photograph and take note of it. But this year not even that was on hand. What happened here? Walking around like a lab mouse trying to get through a maze, I came across this large painting by Deborah Poynton. This horizontal canvas had a very commanding presence, with two uneasy figures in a messy interior which was to some extent intimidating. Susanne's Vielmetter abstract landscape was perhaps one of the very few beautiful pieces in the show. What can I say? This painting had it all; color, light, mood, intensity, and above all, respect and sensitivity to the act of painting.
Mitch Epstein, Amos Coal Power Plant, Raymond, West Virginia, (from American Power), 2004, C-print, 70 x 92 inches
Welcome to America the Great, or at least that's how Mitch Epstein want you to think with a little sarcasm. Photography has a history of reporting and exposing the truth, a perfect medium for Epstein's point of view. Tommy Hilding became one of my favorite painters at the Armory. Gallerie Magnus was very proud to showcase about four pieces from the artist, and I don't blame them. His use of color and touch is very unique and the scenes he paints are approached with a sense of loss and nostalgia.
Certainly, it was great to find this large abstract painting at Harris Lieberman's space. Most of the Armory was full with the usual neon installations, weird sculptures, and paintings that can no longer be classified as "painting." And here it was, hanging on a wall, mostly by itself, Driesen's piece was a nice reminder that good ol' fashion painting is still being produced.
If you've had enough, you may sit for a while at one of the hang out areas of the Armory Show.
Asia was very well represented at both the Armory show and Pulse. What I noticed about the Asian artists in the Armory is that they were more preoccupied with the freedom of sexuality. Most times it was the female figure being explored, exposed, and exploited.
As you can see above, a real badass. So much that neon wasn't enough insult to the institution of art, but the artist needed to add more to his statement by vandalizing his own art with spray paint. Yeah man, go get them Mr. badass!
Now back to the real thing. Sometimes it makes me wonder what Pat Steir thinks of her work hanging right around the corner from neon and bling bling?
As I rush out of Pier 94 with the intercom system politely announcing that all visitors need to leave the premises because the 2009 Armory Show has now come to a close, I run right into Tommy Hilding again. With a sigh of relief I stop and look, and tell myself that good painting is still out there, and that there are those with great talent pushing and demanding that the noble act of painting not to be forgotten.
Asia was very well represented at both the Armory show and Pulse. What I noticed about the Asian artists in the Armory is that they were more preoccupied with the freedom of sexuality. Most times it was the female figure being explored, exposed, and exploited.
Joseph Kosuth, #36 On Color (Yellow), 1991, 5 x 111 inches, neon, Galleria Lia Rumma, Milan, Naples.
And here we are kids, the fun light hearted one punch lines we now call "art." Neon, neon and more neon...makes me wonder when is it going to end? Haven't we had enough of these cutesy "I'm a revel bad ass" crap? Sylvie Fleury, High Heels on the Moon, 2005, neon and 3 transformers, 130 x 220 cm, Catriona Jeffries Gallery, Vancouver
As you can see above, a real badass. So much that neon wasn't enough insult to the institution of art, but the artist needed to add more to his statement by vandalizing his own art with spray paint. Yeah man, go get them Mr. badass!
Now back to the real thing. Sometimes it makes me wonder what Pat Steir thinks of her work hanging right around the corner from neon and bling bling?
As I rush out of Pier 94 with the intercom system politely announcing that all visitors need to leave the premises because the 2009 Armory Show has now come to a close, I run right into Tommy Hilding again. With a sigh of relief I stop and look, and tell myself that good painting is still out there, and that there are those with great talent pushing and demanding that the noble act of painting not to be forgotten.
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