September 2010 Archives
Most people in art say it was their calling; that they had no choice. Yet as Rhona Hoffman so insightfully says. "There isn't one art world. There are many."
Two extraordinary gentlemen (who couldn't do half of what they do without their intense partnership with their wives) come together tonight (from 6 to 11) for a wonderful exhibit. Tom Torluemke is exhibiting at Ed Marszewski's Bridgeport Co-Prosperity Sphere. Known by everyone as Edmar, he is probably the hardest working man in art. It is his launching pad that identifies major, non-mainstream artists whose work often sings with divergent quality.
We'll get back to Edmar shortly, but first and foremost this should be about the art. Tom Torluemke is sweet, kind, gentle, clear, insanely talented in all sorts of mediums whose art and vision keeps him sane.
From an obviously troubled past, he reveals his former angst, passionate soul and subtle humor in all his work. Good artists draw on their experiences to fill their art. Tom, who, with his wife, Linda Dorman, used to own Uncle Freddy's Gallery, in honor of his deaf-mute uncle, who was one of the few genuinely considerate adults in his not so pleasant youth. Uncle Freddy was a deaf-mute. The only way youngster Torluemke could communicate with his uncle was through drawing. They'd sit beside one another and draw, back and forth, endlessly.
And the drawings serve as a solid introduction to Torluemke's talent. Ideas are more individually expressed, most layering of meaning is not yet in place and you can perceive core issues.
Some paintings are full of marks that resemble olives - a stand-in for the rhythmic pain of an alcoholic environment. Others share innocent, hillbilly nudity, prurient honesty and multiple layers of perception. This is art that takes time, resonates on a very human(e) level, reveals itself slowly and rewards with insights into his and our psyches.
On a lot of levels, Torleumke's art is superior to much of what we see in the mainstream. There's more honesty. It's more personal. It is the artist's own style, non-adherence to convention, ability to float across multiple mediums that not only separates him from the norm, but also makes him strong and unique.
Ed Marszewski makes James Brown look like a slacker. No one works harder than him. I first met him when I was trying (unsuccessfully) to start a museum in town and he did some graphic design for me and we hit it off.
I later learned that he's a union carpenter and was thrilled to be able to use him to help install art for my McCormick gig. But that's just setting the stage.
He owns, operates and subsidizes Co-Prosperity sphere with his wife Rachel. Sometimes it is hard to tell where she stops and he begins - or the other way around. Besides Co-Prosperity, there's the award winning Lumpen Magazine tabloid whose next issue explores radical theory in practice. But that's not the only magazine. There's the substantive, perfect bound, Proximity Magazine whose forthcoming issue delves into education as art.
Do you know about the Co-Prosperity School? I taught a class there. Guidance, compassion and strategy for artists - not dissimilar to what I'm doing with Klein Artist Works.
Do you think Edmar's having fun? How about next month's 3 day Dungeon and Dragons retreat? Or the newest addition, Maria's Packaged Goods & Community Bar. Very nice. Just up the road from Co-Prosperity. With about 150 different kinds of beer (the beer brewed in sake barrels wasn't my favorite, but the next three were damned good!)
In December, Edmar and gang host the 9th Select Media Festival focusing on Infoporn - the art of communication and finally, I hope, is next Spring's Versionfest. This year's 10th was on Infrastructure and Territories.
All of Edmar's activates overlap and address a common, but softly spoken goal - to grow his various communities and make his neighborhood, Bridgeport, a better place for his brand new baby girl.
These are two remarkable men who are successfully making their way through their artworld. Succeeding on one's own terms is a beautiful thing.
There's a lot of strong art on view tonight as the fall art season opens in Chicago. This is a competitive evening, with galleries presenting a fresh look at their agenda. There's an intense amount on view. I sought out art that challenges me, offers new aesthetic experiences and the reward of seeing artists I've know and respected grow in new and exciting directions.
Surprisingly, at least to me, is how much I enjoyed Forget Me NOT at Intuit. Too much art today is self-conscious and pretentious. This show is exactly not that. It is crammed, but nicely so, with portrait after portrait by a significant array of self-trained, outsider artists. 49 artists are in this show. I particularly responded to seeing the best Morris Hirshfield I've ever seen and the wonderfully curious Ammi Phillips. There is so much here that is so different than what I usually encounter that I had a blast. Might be old and outsider, but it feels new and honest.
I'm going to have to bounce around geographically to maintain some marginal semblance of thematic order. At Carl Hammer is an impressive show of 3 self-taught giants; Bill Traylor, Joseph Yoakum and Frank Jones whose early subservient lives were full of toil and gristle, yet it is precisely that content that they mined that enabled their art to transcend and resonate with a global audience. (Are you paying attention, art school students?)
Kehinde Wiley's portraits, at Rhona Hoffman, of people of color posing as sitters from major historical paintings are juxtaposed in seemingly incongruous settings. I thought the work was good several years ago when his subjects were African Americans. In this show they are young men in India and Sri Lanka, and a previous body of work were Chinese, where Wiley now has a studio. The breadth of the work, the expanded content and consistent vision impress me. He's proven himself an artist of original substance.
That's it for auto didactic, but there's a resonating element of that kind of direct honesty in the work of Bernard Williams on view at McCormick. Williams is one of my favorite artists. This show was in the early stages of installation when I saw it. Titled Mine(d) there's a sense that he brought just about everything out of his studio, including the furniture. But knowing Bernard I know how much was left behind. There are lots of art and lots of artifacts in this show. And there's a lot that's different and refreshing about Bernard's art. True to himself, he resists too much compliance with the norms of the art world. His aesthetic goes far beyond just making art - more of an interwoven lifestyle choice that is documented in the strong, unusual exhibits. Powerful.
Speaking of fabulous installations, Chris Johanson's show at Kavi Gupta rocks. Not quite clumsy 'paintings' made from assembled and painted found wood is shown to us freestanding. No where is it possible to see everything frontally the way we do in a 'normal' gallery exhibit. It's like seeing backwards and forwards at the same time. Reflections on where we've been as individuals - and as art history - abound. I've got to go back once the installation is cleaned up and the blue tape is off the floor. This is fresh, strong and memorable.
At Linda Warren, is a show of works by Chuck Walker that reveal a new direction since his impressive exhibition at the Hyde Park Art Center last year. This work is better painted, more layered, technically and in its content, and reveals more of the artist than I've seen in his work previously. Also showing at the gallery are the impressive, small and very tight works by Heather Marshall. Sometimes, slightly reminiscent of Wayne Thiebaud these are virtuoso performances and compositions with a touch of humor.
At Zg Gallery we are treated to the work by newbie Justin Henry Miller whose lyrical paintings I find entertaining and well-executed (does he do these with a microscope and a one-haired brush?), but it is the 'lesser' embellishments of old, found photographs that ring my bell. These create a dialog between old and new thoughts, times, people, styles and attitudes. And they're cheap.
Russell Bowman keeps elevating his game as a dealer, bringing us some seductive works on paper by Carroll Dunham, Elizabeth Murray, Joel Shapiro and Terry Winters. The work feels personal. The hand and presence of the artist are felt in each.
I sure thought highly of Arturo Herrera's work when he was a young graduate of the University of Illinois, Chicago (from Venezuela) almost 20 years ago, before his established quality here led him off to see the world and become an art star. Couple with Herrera, in a solid, two-person exhibition at Tony Wight Gallery, is the work of of the younger, yet also internationally exhibited, Chicago artist, David Schuttter. Working individually on parallel tracks, the artists delve into The Double, the duality of like, yet somewhat divergent imagery that alludes to the difference of identical twins, doppelgangers, fakes and reflections.
David Weinberg has announced that he'll close his gallery in six months to pursue other art projects. David Burdeny's show opening tonight is of wonderful landscape photographs/documentation of international cities and locales. The detail is exquisite and the color and tones exist in a range from flamboyant to whisper. It's kind of like being there, but they never look quite this good without the refinement of a gifted photographer.
Ben Whitehouse at Perimeter Gallery documents details of major locales also. He makes seamless videos of an entire 24 hour period. Last year it was Central Park. This year it is Stonehenge on the Summer Solstice with some druids in attendance. And in the main show at the gallery is the exuberant new work of a young and vibrant old-timer. Robert Hudson's new sculptures are as good as ever. As much as I like new art, young art and challenging ideas I love seeing someone in their 70's with that young energy and spirit coupled with wisdom, experience and talent.
Of all the shows I previewed I think it is Suzanne Doremus at Zolla/Lieberman whose work I find most satisfying. Years ago I exhibited her art. She's a wonderful painter whose work has grown gracefully and strongly over the years. She's breaking new ground here again with knowledge, strength, confidence and reserve. I felt breathless.
I'm sure there are other worthy exhibits out. Check 'em out and let me know how you like them compared to what I wrote about.
Thanks very much,
PS: Wait, there's more. Also this weekend are the not to be missed Nick Cave Drive-By, Redmoon's spectacle at the MCA and the Renaissance Society auction.