Avant Ecstasy Zip Hit
Evaristo Nicholls
"Laura Kipnis has made the leap from artist to theorist (or was it the other way around?) making videos which are informed by theory and writing essays that have and edge of the practice of everyday art. The book contains the scripts for three of Kipnis' videotapes and several essays which range form a critique of theories of the avant garde to colonialism. The best of the group has to be '(Male) Desire and (Female) Disgust: Reading Hustler,' which is an amazing argument for the radical potential of Hustler magazine based on an analysis of the notion of disgust. It's a stretch, but a well-argued and intriguing stretch. Kipnis' position on avant-garde film and video is also an articulate call for the merits of popular culture as the basis from which to build a contestatory cinema/video practice." -Film Maker
Penny Slinger is an avant-garde artist from Great Britain and a celebrated figure in the early feminist art movement. She is known for her radical, erotic, and mystical photo collages.While studying at the Chelsea College of Arts, Penny became heavily influenced by Max Ernest and mid-1920s surrealism. At the start of her career, she developed a series of early films that used her body as a canvas, surveying unsettling and macabre topics such as the relationship between architecture and decay, altered states of consciousness, and the occult. Experimenting with mediums such as collage and photography, Penny would elicit upheaval in her exhibitions throughout the UK.
In the early 2010s, there were movements on both 4chan (anonymous, nihilist trolls) and Tumblr (radicals deconstructing identity) that fulfilled the criteria of being avant-garde: they were coming up with new ways of speaking, new forms of communication and expression, and new ways of being. They offered formal innovations, critiques of modern society, and visions of a different future, all of which were very hard to find elsewhere.
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The Nabis were a prominent group of avant-garde artists from the Acad\u00E9mie Julien who pushed the boundaries of representational art in fin de si\u00E8cle Paris. Among this group of men who valued esoteric spirituality and the developing symbolist painting and literature was the orthodox Catholic Maurice Denis. In his paper, McKee utilizes often overlooked works in Denis\u2019s oeuvre and reinterprets those most cited to analyze the peculiar role of women within the work of this paradoxically (or is it?) orthodox Catholic and avant-garde artist. Utilizing the Positivist psychology of Charcot McKee demonstrates the problematic nature of female religious ecstasy within an increasingly secular culture. Moving onto the four versions of Myst\u00E8re Catholique, McKee closely reads the modifications to the body of the Virgin in Denis\u2019s four versions of the painting, interrogating their implications in the larger Crise Catholique in the latter half of the nineteenth century. Finally, considering the original viewing context of Myst\u00E8re Catholique and Soir Trinitaire, McKee demonstrates Denis\u2019s latent sexual anxiety towards the Virginal archetype expressed privately in his journal and laid bare in his religious painting.
With Monet as the touchstone, the exhibition also looks broadly and deeply at the garden theme in modern art through the inclusion of paintings by other Impressionists, Post-Impressionists, and avant-garde artists of the early twentieth century.
Describe Manchester electronic duo Autechre in one word? How about "divisive"? For nearly 20 years, the group's densely produced blippy IDM has left listeners either bemoaning its ostensibly "clinical" experimentations in digital sound-sculpting or lauding the avant innovation in its glitchy chaos. As for us, we sit squarely in the latter crowd. The spastic rhythmic gymnastics offer cerebral ecstasy through the headphones, but you need to hear the guys live to understand how bodily those sounds can get through a speaker system, justifying the "D" in "IDM."
Le chanteur américain CeeLo Green, inculpé lundi à Los Angeles pour avoir donné de l'ecstasy à son insu à une femme avant de la suivre à son hôtel, a plaidé non coupable et ne sera pas poursuivi pour agression sexuelle, a annoncé la justice.
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by Jerry Saltz Fischerspooner
Show #15
Mar. 15-Apr. 1, 2000
at Gavin Brown's Enterprise Fischerspooner
Show #15
Mar. 15-Apr. 1, 2000 Fischerspooner
Show #15
Mar. 15-Apr. 1, 2000 Fischerspooner
Show #15
Mar. 15-Apr. 1, 2000 There's an old expression: "Everything changes but the avant-garde." Maybe so, but the avant-garde isn't what it used to be. The battles were won; conflict was bleached out; the world went suburban. Talk about something that interests you, and someone kills the conversation with "But is it great?" We're in Babylon now. Whether the avant-garde was stolen or given away, newness smuggled itself out. Exiled on Main Street, traveling incognito, under assumed names in witness protection programs, it bivouacs where it will, popping up erratically. Newness can slap you in the face, envelop you in a fog, elude you for years, then reveal itself. Sometimes you just know it's there; often you miss it altogether. Lately, newness -- changeable by nature -- has transformed itself into something harder to see, especially at first sight. Now, when people aren't hit with a shock of the new, they think they haven't been hit at all. When they don't find the Next Big Thing, or find it fast enough -- and this may be a contemporary definition of complacency -- they blame art. This has caused a jittery split. The art scene is infested with water skimmers who flit from thing to thing and those who have never seen a show they didn't like. People mistake hipness for newness, though hip measures things by us, in, and young and is more about now than it is about new. (Lou Reed said hip "speaks in a register only dogs can hear.") Then there are the many who maintain these are "mediocre" times, that great art isn't getting made and we've run out of creative steam, don't value quality, or have lost gravitas. Writing that the majority of contemporary art "sucks," Newsweek critic Peter Plagens lauds Beuys, Nauman, and Serra for making art that "wears its struggle and doubt on its sleeve." All of this is the old newness speaking -- the one that sees things in terms of winners and losers and movements; the one that grew pompous and self-protective; the one that reminisces about art like it was Classic Rock; the worn-out one that can't hear preludes anymore, only climaxes; the one that forgot what genuine newness feels like; the one that's building a bridge to the 20th century. Of course there's a load of mediocre art out there. There always is. Mediocrity makes up most of every period. Walk through any museum and you'll see crap -- and that's presorted crap. Some of it's even by Beuys & Co. Bad art "struggles" too, and Plagens's guys can also be theatrical, obscurantist, and egomaniacal. Just because Kara Walker doesn't hoist her work with a derrick doesn't mean she doesn't "struggle." And doesn't Elizabeth Peyton's scale implicitly "doubt" Serra's? Gone are the days of dominance, clear-cut divisions, and white guys with big guns. In today's bigger, more diverse art world, unambiguous separations don't exist. However, ambiguity opens things up, and movements, as cool as they are, can, in Malcolm McLaren's words, "stifle creative thinking." Nevertheless, the avant-garde isn't what it used to be; it's a brand name, a catchphrase, a cottage industry. Art isn't threatening, or something you cross the street to avoid. It's big business, a tourist attraction. In London, it's front-page news. New York hasn't lost its edge, but that edge seems more known, commercial, and professional. Success and visibility squeezed the art world out of Soho the same way they forced sex off 42nd Street. Sex, of course, went everywhere; the art world went mostly to Chelsea, which had once been a pretty good place for sex. Many say they hate Chelsea, that the galleries are too slick; British artist-critic Matthew Higgs dubs them "duller," "regimented," and ominously facing "inevitable collapse." True, many spaces are palatial or churchlike. Maybe more galleries should be like bars and clubs, less like received ideas of minimalist purity. Dave Hickey advocates the "Ultra-Lounge Paradigm," by which I think he means clean, white spaces -- "secular Congregational chapels," he calls them -- where bright walls sport dark things could be replaced by dark rooms that feature bright things. Whatever, people need to get a grip. Artists will make the new spaces work. Or they won't. Many galleries will be replaced by boutiques or restaurants someday, anyway. Eventually, other dealers will find other neighborhoods. For now, Chelsea's like a desert and the scene's a kind of bureaucratized Burning Man festival -- "radically inclusive," as one of that fete's organizers put it, open to "gearheads, punks, freaks, geeks and hippies." Well, at least there's room to move, be alone, think, bump into people, avoid them, relish nice days and wild nights. Wherever we are, newness is no longer about linear progress, a project, or continuous revolution. Art is out of the overthrowing business. We're so far beyond modernism as a holy or evil thing that attempts to critique it wither before the eye. Postmodernism is a ghetto; academic formalism is enfeebled; didacticism is marked for death; appropriation is so tired it can barely lift the gun to its own head; and deconstruction deconstructed itself into a corner. This suggests several things: One, the avant-garde, as an idea, is useless. Two, we all know what it means to be reverent and skeptical at the same time; therefore, we can dispense with the "wink-wink, I'm being ironic" brand of irony. And three, the drama is gone, but the thrill is back. Unfortunately, people miss the drama. They complain we're only taking "baby steps." We have trends and tendencies, eddies and vectors, clusters and attitudes. But something else is in the air. Artists are finding ways around the cynicism and lowered expectations. Here and there, they're taking some cocky, nicely righteous, occasionally kick-ass steps that are way more than baby. In the first nine months of the 21st century, newness appeared in various guises. Naming names is dangerous when the art world eats its young, so one will suffice for all. Though they didn't add much to the world that wasn't already there, for five days a few months ago, the performance/art/music group Fischerspooner created something so convoluted, entertaining, and contaminated it couldn't be corrupted. Combining big hair, new wave, totally trashy sluttiness, a funky darkness, and pop-y, full-blooded fun, these latter-day Laurie Andersons transformed guilty pleasure into reckless ecstasy, performed their way through irony and came close to the core of something celebratory. So what if this celebration fails? All celebrations eventually do. The grumblers will grumble, either way. As with many artists these days, if Fischerspooner fails, it will be in hypnotic, erotic, or passionately imperfect ways. I'm not talking about dumbing art down, grooviness, or triviality. This is dicier than that. Artists are making serious decisions, but not taking them too seriously. They're attempting to thread together competing complexities, make pleasure precious again, replace rupture with rapture and create an art to revel in and grapple with at the same time. Whether they succeed or not, it's a mistake to label any of them "great." Artists are after a less lofty, less autocratic essence. Something suppler, more "real," and willingly vulnerable. Maybe what Greil Marcus called "spirits of acceptance and desire, rebellion and awe, raw excitement, good sex, open humor and a magic feel for history." Savor this moment, enjoy the germinating. Smile when someone says nothing good is going on. Soon, these folks will wake up or go away. Human beings haven't stopped being creative. If people can't see what's happening, it doesn't mean it's not going on; it means it's going on without them.
JERRY SALTZ is critic for the Village Voice where this article first appeared.
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