17 July 2012



As you may have guessed, the focus on labyrinths noted here (I, II) did come from Borges by way of Smithson, an avid reader of literature.  Smithson in 1966: "Borges speaks of a labyrinth that is a straight line, invisible and unceasing" in proximity to his quotation of Pascal's he returned to two years later, "a looking-glass babel that is fabricated according to Pascal's remark, 'Nature is an infinite sphere, whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.' Or (his italics) language becomes an infinite museum, whose center is everywhere and whose limits are nowhere." He also said in an interview that the artist shouldn't perceive art as unlimited but shouldn't know where the limits are. He noted Walter de Maria's lines in a landscape that went on for quite a while but stopped eventually, but these influences may help explain why 1970's Spiral Jetty is more visually labyrinthine than a straight line, but a line rather than an enclosure from an infinite circumference.

Although Smithson doesn't write specifically about Borges' conception of the labyrinth, its time-dimension according to Borges is well covered by Smithson.  "The Garden of Forking Paths" was described by the Sinologist in Borges' story of the same name as "an incomplete, but not false, image of the universe as conceived by Ts'ui Pen. Unlike Newton and Schopenhauer, your ancestor did not believe in a uniform and absolute time; he believed in an infinite series of times, a growing, dizzying web of divergent, convergent, and parallel times. That fabric of times that approach one another, fork, are snipped off, or are simply unknown for centuries, contains all possibilities." Smithson noted the completeness of the visual form of the mandala amid what Ad Reinhardt inserts from his temporal experience and conception of history into his 1956 "Portend of the Artist as a Thung Mandala:"


"The rim of Reinhardt's Portend becomes an ill-defined set of schemes, entities half-abstract, half concrete, half impersonal fragments of time or de-spacialized oddities and monsters, a Renaissance dinosaurism hypostatized by a fictional ring of time - something half way between the real and the symbolic.
This part of the Portend is dominated by a humorous nostalgia for a past that never existed - past history becomes a comic hell. Atemporal monsters or teratoids are mixed in a precise, yet totally inorganic way. Reinhardt isn't doing what so many 'natural expessive' artists do - he doesn't pretend to be honest. History breaks down into fabulous lies, that reveal nothing but copies of copies. There is no order outside of the mandala itself.'" (Smithson 1968)

Commenting elsewhere on the representation of time and history, Smithson argued: "The sense of extreme past and future has its partial origin in the Museum of Natural History; there the 'cave man' and the 'space man' may be seen under one roof. It didn't occur to me then, that the 'meanings' in the Museum of Natural History avoided any references to the Renaissance, yet it does show 'art' from the Aztec and American Indian periods - are those periods any more or less 'natural' than the Renaissance? I think not - because there is nothing 'natural' about the Museum of Natural History. 'Nature' is simply another 18th and 19th C fiction."  Smithson proposed "The Museum of the Void" modeled after Egyptian tombs and looking very much like the entrance to Ireland's Newgrange, (above) replete with spirals, which resounds with Simone Weil's "The future is the filler of void places" in Gravity and Grace, where she calls time "a substitute for eternity" and the past and future an "illusion" for "imaginary elevation," and "when pain and weariness reach the point of causing a sense of perpetuity to be born in the soul, through contemplating this perpetuity with acceptance and love, we are snatched away into eternity."

13 June 2012

What's up


Piri' Miri Muli' can confirm that Robert Morris' labyrinth will be at Sonnebend throughout the summer, irrespective of what else is showing there, and that any bird feathers found in it have not been placed there by humans.

Not to be outdone, Galerie Lelong has for the remainder of the week Hélio Oiticica's labyrinthine 1972 installation Penetrável Filtro, which seems to have predated by a year Morris' first labyrinth tho both are likely influenced by Robert Smithson's 1970 Spiral Jetty. Oiticica was at the time staying in the US, exiled from Brazil's suspension of habeas corpus: for a while in New York, later a guest of Roman Jakobson's at Cambridge, while his friend Haroldo de Campos was teaching in Buffalo.  de Campos' poem Galaxias comes out of a speaker next to a speaker featuring Gertrude Stein's The Making of Americans, before Oiticica's posthumous instructions, displayed in the next gallery, stipulate that local TV and radio is on display further into the labyrinth along with a colorful complimentary punch. Lelong selected tasty orange juice after a careful review of the color scheme.  Tropicália, a  Penetrável shown in the Bronx Museum in 2006, was his first hit in Brazil, giving Gilberto Gil and Caetano Veloso the name for their music movement, but Oiticica didn't want his New York work to have quaint symbols of Brazil like Tropicália's live macaws.

The show includes one of his first Penetrável works from 1960, soon after he had abandoned two dimensional gouaches in the style of Mondrian. Rio's Neo-Concretists had broken from their dogmatic São Paulo counterparts, and while the geometry of Brazilian concretism reflects a faith in scientific progress, the Neo-Concretists took an interest in Merleau-Ponty's somatic theory, often incorporating the audience into the work. Terry Eagleton writes of this phase of somatics


The first body book of our era is Maurice Merleau-Ponty's Phenomenology of Perception; but this, with its humanist sense of the body as practice and project, is now distinctly passé. The shift from Merleau-Ponty to Foucault is one from the body as relation to the body as object. For Merleau-Ponty, the body is where something is being done; for the new somatics, the body is where something - gazing, imprinting, regimenting - is being done to you. It used to be called alienation, but that implies existence of an interiority to be alienated - a proposition of which somatic criticism is deeply skeptical
Morris quotes Smithson: "the first bad body art was the Crucifixion."

Oiticica's grandfather was the renowned Rio anarchist José Oiticica, his father an entomologist who dabbled in painting and photography and died in 1964, the year of Brazil's military coup.  That year, Oiticica moved into Rio's rough Morro de Mangueira (right, Candido Portinari's 1933 "O Morro") making carnival costumes there (his "Parangoles") after an initially difficult initiation phase. Neo-Concretist sculptor Lygia Pape said "Helio was a young Apollonian, even a little pedantic, who worked with his father in the documentation of the National Museum, where he learned a methodology: it was very organized and disciplined. In 1964, his father died.  A friend of ours took Helio to the Morro. It was there that he found a Dionysian space he had no knowledge or experience of... he began to incorporate the experience of the Morro.. the barriers of bourgeois culture broke there.. it's as if he were another Helio, Helio's a "Morro", which invaded everything: his home, his life and his work."

The aura of the Morro was evoked this Spring at DC's Hirshhorn with an room devoted to Oiticica's "Cosmococa," conceived in collaboration with veteran filmmaker Neville D'Almeida, projecting for an audience, visibly grateful to be lying on mattresses with nail files, white lines emanating from the eye of Bunuel on the cover of the New York Times and white lines emanating from a man wearing one of his Parangoles sacks, to the soundtrack of Hendrix and traditional Brazilian music, apparently referencing the allegory of sight at the beginning of Un Chien Andalou in the center of sensory dimensions of the installation. The Lelong show also features 1979's Penetrável PN28 "Nas Quebradas," (left) in which the visitor is invited to slide down a hill of crushed stone to evoke the pathways of the favela. The geometry of Concretism is always somewhere present, suggesting an unreal locale amid the places referenced and the anarchic function of the spectator.

For those who didn't lose interest in easel painting by masters after the geometric decrees of the 1950s São Paolo Concretists' "10 Year Plan," especially painting with an "existence of an interiority to be alienated," get thee to the Carlyle, enter on the Madison side (no. 981 tween 76th and 77th), and make thy way up the steps to the right for a wonderful André Masson retrospective drawn from private collections, one of the best gallery shows up this decade, holding its own against John Richardson's latest Picasso show across the street with canvases of and by Françoise Gilot as well as Picasso's ceramics from Vallauris and some improvised sculptures, which if you check out (til June 30) don't forget to get off at the 3rd floor for Venus Over Manhattan's spooky JK Huysmans tribute (also til Jun 30) which includes a Gustave Moreau, Henry Fuseli's "Fairy Mab," Redon charcoals and graphites.

Dana Schutz' "Building a Boat While Sailing" is up at her Petzel debut for the rest of the week (535 w 22nd).

On the W side of 24th, Clemente packs as many inspired canvases as possible in Boone's space (til June 30) while many, many Lucio Fontanas are accommodated next door. South to Zwirner, Yan Pei-Ming more than pulls off his art history referentiality.

08 June 2012


"Philly narrative".. Paone, Goodman, Kamihira at the Woodmere

02 June 2012

When I was 15 or 16 I took a class called Intro to Lyrical Poetry, which was to mean sung lyrics (rock/folk), in which we had to pick one song to bring in for the class and I picked this one. The lyrics were not on the album sleeve so I had to guess them and no one could decipher the last line: I substituted "a billion grains of sand with its hand in the ground fifty million years ago" for what this Youtuber decided was "and there were pendulums and sand and Coors cans in the ground fifty million years ago." The lyrics have to my knowledge never been officially published on the page.

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21 May 2012


Death is the resource of transfiguration. It is, of course, the way out of life as well as into life, and life, says the popular Mexican song, is worth nothing, no vale nada. But it is also the entry into life, since life is as valuable as our conscience decides it is.

-Carlos Fuentes Macías 1928 – 2012