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Work of Art – The Next Great Artist
on Bravo
To start off, I will go ahead and admit that upon hearing of the concept for this latest reality TV excursion/incursion I made a sincere effort to roll my eyes so hard they would produce some sort of scratching noise that only lapdogs could hear. (Spoiler alert: I do not hate this show. In fact, I DVR it every week, root for my favorites and pray for the elimination of the worst contestants, exhibiting the same feelings that my foodie friends share for Top Chef, my fashion-able friends share for Project Runway and millions of tasteless tweens share for American Idol. Okay, maybe not that much.) I mean, really. What profession (yes) is given more latitude for snobbery and exclusion than visual art, while at the same time leading civilians to believe that worthwhile art-making is so egalitarian? Writers of published novels may contest this assertion, but I think we artists win the prize based on time invested. Delusional capacity being equal, It takes years to fully convince yourself you have finished writing the Great America Novel, the Great American Painting? mere days or hours. I will save the debate for what qualifies a work of art as “worthwhile” or otherwise relevant, timely, canonical, etc., but will skip ahead to what makes Work of Art – The Next Great Artist (Bravo) a show worth watching, despite the potential traps into which the producers (Sarah Jessica Parker!) could expect to fall.
Before the first episodes aired (at the time of this writing Episode 4 has aired) one would expect to see the usual stereotypes: the pretentious, vapid, black-clad, smoking, accented, Communist beatnik; the mega-nerd with a penchant for esoteric, anti-aesthetic, conceptual art; the insane person; the jock with no art-school training. That these stereotypes were not casted, and were instead passed over for actual archetypes of the art world, was the first clue that the producers were thoughtful enough to employ the expertise of players in the higher echelons of New York cultural institutions, perhaps of the judges of the show such as critic Jerry Saltz (New York Magazine) and gallerist Bill Powers (Half Gallery). Having been through art school and gallery shows myself I quite recognize the cast, or versions of them: the slightly-delusion/crazy older hippie who thinks they have a free pass to make offbeat nonsense (eliminated!), the jock with no art-school training who hates “art pussies” (eliminated!), the performance artist who loves the title Performance Artist more than she does intellectual rigor (eliminated!), and, to my great surprise and delight, the intelligent, quirky, hard-working, perfectionist, Miles, who is doing quite well so far. I worry for him, though, considering how the best are often unfairly chosen for sacrifice on the altar of reality-TV drama.
Then there are the challenges. How do you ask artists who have their own modes of conception and production to participate in competitions such as making a book cover, one of the most looked-down-upon of venues, particularly for conceptualists and sculptors? Well, you just do and see who has the capacity to handle the situation maturely and professionally. How does a sculptor with integrity take it on? Knowing that he won’t win, but won’t completely blow it and lose. How does the delusional/crazy person take it on? By desperately trying to be subversive and failing (and losing) not because she tried to be subversive per se, which would have been great, but because she flat-out sucks. Just before the untrained jock is eliminated, the prissy painter shoots a direct accusation at him: “You don’t deserve to be here.” I cheered out loud because, well, he didn’t.
At the root of my fears over this show is my firm belief that art is a profession, and my hopelessness at convincing the majority of the public of this. The last thing we need is the art world equivalent of The Real Housewives of Orange County; luckily we got Top Chef, mostly professionals competing in mostly relevant challenges to each other and to their own egos, educations, and ways of seeing the world.
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by Richard Reep
http://richardreep.com/modernism-sighted-at-stardust
In the wintry sulk of Central Florida’s art exhibitions, Rick Jones’ Deep Field is an outlier, being neither representational nor topical, but rather seemingly a few specimens excavated from high abstract expressionism, fitting little into the multipolar art scene slopping around in the galleries and museums of today. He is mining some of the traditions of that movement and presenting a view more than tinged with the philosopical approach of modernism, and as such his work is interesting in this day of unraveling pluralism as we question nearly everything and find only anti-heroes and decay to be worthy of worship. Jones takes the opposite approach, and his fairly rigorous canvases are worthy of note for their aesthetic adherence to the principles of modernist tradition.
Jones is studying structures that have nearly no hierarchy, no perspective, no beginning or end, mostly no depth or edge or even, damn it, a focal point. The modernists threw all of these out, and Jones carefully takes his point of departure from these rules to develop geometries with nested, repeating patterns that are neither organic nor purely artifical. He appears to hold back from dipping a toe in either pool, and therefore studiously avoids representing something else: “Art as art” (Ad Rinehardt’s famous epigram) a rule by which Jones vigorously abides.
“Deep Field”, the painting with the show’s title, combines geometries with a loose orthagonality integrating an angle that is neither 45 nor 60 degrees but somewhere in between, and the resulting facets are uniformly dark or light with tones neither purely white nor purely black. Contemplation of this piece leads the viewer into an exercise which we nearly never do today, but which was a favorite pastime of viewers of abstract expressionism, an exercise in which the mind slowly discards all of the conventions imposed upon it from school: seek, find not a center; seek, find not an edge, seek, find not a hierarchy, seek, find not a purity; and so on until one reaches a unique placeless space far outside of the closed universe in which we educate ourselves about art.
The destination on this particular journey is an inner aesthetic one that is worth the trip. Jones’s larger pieces such as “Gold” takes one effectively into this wierd spatial no-man’s land, although it has a slight clustering of density that might derail the train a bit into a conventional focal point. But largely these work, and they prove that art, as critic Suzi Gablick once noted, is timeless in its appeal, unlike science (to which modernism kept hitching its wagon, only to be frustrated) in which each new notion is quickly replaced by the next. In today’s juxtapoz world, one can still enjoy a modernist treat like these paintings provide.
Jones isn’t a purist, and betrays a certain sense of humor in a few of his paintings. “The Geography of Nowhere” breaks his rules to turn one of his crystalline, non-hierarchial forms into a cartographical allusion, perhaps stretching his point to suggest the modernist placelessness influence on our cities. But if one ignores these mannerist distractions – a sop, perhaps, to viewers who find his more disciplined canvases a bit too austere – the rest of the show is quite good.
Modernism, thank goodness, failed in its scientific pretensions, and a Pollock or a Rothko is quite as relevant today as it was 50 years ago; unlike a science paper on, say, Pluto, which would be negated by research coming after. Jones’ exploration of some of the lost concepts of Modernism is pleasing, and he stakes out a unique position in Central Florida with Deep Field.
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The Deep Field opening was photographed for InProgress Magazine
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Thanks to everyone who came out to the show Saturday night! And thanks of course to those who bought some stuff on opening night. There were 10 sales out of the 55 pieces on display, so there’s still a lot to choose from. Deep Field will be up for the entire month of March at Stardust, which is located on Winter Park Rd. near the corner of Corrine Drive in Orlando, FL.
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untitled ink drawing from “Deep Field”
“Deep Field” will open at 7pm on March 6th, 2010 at Stardust Coffee and Video. Stardust is located at 1842 E Winter Park Rd., Orlando, FL 32804
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