Showing posts with label traditions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label traditions. Show all posts

Saturday, 23 March 2013

But the Archibald Prize likes you...


Each year, the Art Gallery of New South Wales puts on “Australia’s most extraordinary art event”[1], the Archibald Prize.  It’s a huge deal.  Unfortunately, it may be one of the only times in the year when the general public gives a tinker’s cuss about contemporary art.  So why do art critics seem to give it so much grief?

Each year, mud is slung at the Archibald by those whose opinion we’re all supposed to trust because they’re the professionals.  In The Australian, Christopher Allen gave us the angle that there’s too much painting based on photography and that the whole show is staged for people who don’t know anything about art.[2]  A weird combination of criticisms, I think.  It’s hard to complain about an exhibition being too populist and whinge that the paintings which make it up use a common frame of reference for most, considering that most of us carry a camera everywhere we go.  I can only imagine that Mr Allen would much prefer the Archibald Prize to be made up of heaps more painterly, difficult-to-relate-to paintings, and generally be a far more unpopular event.

Del Kathryn Barton
Hugo
http://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/prizes/archibald/2013/29358/

John McDonald (writing for The Sydney Morning Herald) on the other hand, called Del Kathryn Barton’s 2013 winning portrait of Hugo Weaving “basically a coloured-in drawing, as much an illustration as a painting”.[3]  Well, at least it doesn’t look like a photo, I guess.  In a fairly scathing preview of the prize, McDonald referred to some of the finalist’s work as cloying, stultifying, unpleasant, and trying too hard.  So apart from swallowing a thesaurus, he’s pretty much said that the whole field weren’t good enough examples of art to be part of a showcase event.  I guess he needs to keep his cranky reputation going by biting the hand that feeds him.

So, the Archibald Prize features too much work that looks like a photo, paintings that are little more than illustration, or are flat and dull, or generally not up to standard.  Arrrgh!  There’s not much left to hang!  It’s the same kind of people who complain that there’s not enough funding for the arts in Australia, but you can’t take the line that the arts should be totally elitist and at the same time expect the general public to fork over tons of cash to keep it going.  “Hey!” I hear you say.  “You’ve said before that you don’t mind art being a bit elite, stop changing your mind, Leslie!”  It’s true, I think art-making should be a bit elitist, but art appreciation is for everybody and if the Archibald Prize caters for a non-art-viewing public, great.  At least contemporary art is getting some sorely needed exposure.

The one thing that the critics all seem to agree on is that the trustees of AGNSW, the folks who select the winner, have no idea what they’re on about.  There are so many art prizes around the nation all year round which are judged by critics, curators, directors and an assortment of other arts professionals, why shouldn’t there be one judged by an arbitrary group of arts-interested “political cronies and captains of industry” (as Joanna Mendelssohn so aptly put it)?[4]  Again, it’s the idea that the general public has any form of ownership of the arts that the critics seem to be frustrated with.

Whether the critics like it or not, the Archibald Prize is popular, and the negative responses they put out year to year can only be doing them, and the arts in general, a disservice.  For the people who only really experience the arts through the Archibald, they may only read one review a year.  And to consistently see it run down by the very people who are supposed to champion Australian art, the only conclusion they can come to is that it’s not worth visiting an art gallery or seeing a play or reading a poem or listening to music because apparently we only produce crap in this country.  No wonder people will visit the Tate, MoMA, or the Louvre when they travel, but will never go to a major gallery in their own country.  Contemporary Australian art isn’t rubbish, and art isn’t just for the people ‘in the know’, it’s for everyone.


I have no problem with the Archibald Prize whatsoever.  It may be a little idiosyncratic for Australians to love portraiture, but what’s wrong with that?  We celebrate everything else that’s unique about our society and culture, so why not celebrate our public fascination with pictures of people.  It’s like an annual anti-tall poppies syndrome extravaganza, showcasing some of our best and brightest citizens.  Especially when you don’t know the subject of the portrait, you find out who it is and learn a little more about our wonderful and diverse community.  That is, until they announce the winner, and then we can all argue about which painting we thought should have won.  But people talking about which piece of art they thought was best seems a whole more productive than picking out the pieces you thought weren’t up to scratch.

I think a big thank you should go out to all the artists who enter the Archibald Prize, whatever their style.  They obviously don’t mind the exposure and public recognition that comes with being a finalist.  I can honestly say that I’ve never heard an artist complain that they’ve become too popular or that too many people appreciate their work.  The facts are quite plain: the Archibald prize is a drawcard for AGNSW; artists aspire to win it; it creates positive exposure for the arts; and it generates funds for the arts.

I only hope that the 2014 Archibald Prize is met with some positive press for a change.  Instead of whinging and moaning about every tiny detail that doesn’t meet our ridiculously high standards, let’s talk about all the good stuff, and finally be proud of our nation’s most prestigious art prize.  I know I am.
Mitch Cairns
Self-Portrait
http://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/prizes/archibald/2013/29361/


Abdul Abdullah
The Man
http://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/prizes/archibald/2013/29356/
Michael Zavros
Bad Dad
http://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/prizes/archibald/2013/29394/

Xu Wang
Self-portrait (interviewing Maoist victims)
http://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/prizes/archibald/2013/29391/



[1] Artgallery.nsw.gov.au (2013) Archibald, Wynne and Sulman Prizes 2013 :: Art Gallery NSW. [online] Available at: http://www.artgallery.nsw.gov.au/exhibitions/archibald-wynne-sulman-prizes-2013/ [Accessed: 23 Mar 2013].
[2] Allen, C. (2013) Portraiture that looks like a snap to paint in Archibald Prize. [online] Available at: http://www.theaustralian.com.au/arts/portraiture-that-looks-like-a-snap-to-paint/story-e6frg8n6-1226597610423 [Accessed: 23 Mar 2013].
[3] Mcdonald, J. (2013) Vines, an indefinable lifeform - but where's the insight?. [online] Available at: http://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/art-and-design/vines-an-indefinable-lifeform--but-wheres-the-insight-20130322-2glat.html [Accessed: 23 Mar 2013].
[4] Mendelssohn, J. (2013) Australian art's great circus: loving and loathing the Archibald. [online] Available at: http://theconversation.com/australian-arts-great-circus-loving-and-loathing-the-archibald-12904 [Accessed: 23 Mar 2013].

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Don't fence me in...

Art’s a traditional game.  Thousands of years of refinement have created an intricate, ever-evolving interplay of language and images that can capture our imagination and teach us amazing and wonderful things.  Traditions of making and viewing art have been born and distilled to the point we have now, with our current system of galleries, museums, and exhibiting artists.  Even the most radical and inspiring innovations in delivering the arts are just part of this history and part of its continua.  It’s quite similar to the way dogs have been bred over millennia to become pedigree breeds, creative culture has been bred to the point where visual arts has become its own beast.

Unfortunately, just like the poor King Charles Spaniel whose brain is too big for its skull (no, really)[1], we’ve bred in some rather odd deformities into the art world.  Although these art world abnormalities aren’t causing violence inducing headaches or are as gross as a perpetual stream of drool, they do present, as I see it, three real barriers to the everyday punter who wants to enjoy some time appreciating art.  The first of the major barriers is one I’ve mentioned in my previous post, language. 

The language of art has become very complicated and intense.  The way artist statements, art journals, and exhibition didactics (that’s the handy blurbs stuck near the artworks at a gallery) are written is a very specific type of language, one that takes a long time to learn and use.   That’s not necessarily a bad thing, it takes a rich and in-depth to and fro between artists, critics and institutions to keep art vibrant and cutting-edge; the problem is the perception that’s developed that you need to be a part of that and to use that highfalutin language to have a relevant point of view or interpretation.  As a viewer of art, it’s pure bunk to think an opinion isn’t valid if it’s not eloquent.

The second barrier that’s evolved in art is one that puts a lot of people off.  Confusing art.  Art can be confusing or confronting for a lot of reasons.  It could be that it looks like it was simplistic or ‘unartistic’ to make, like Carl Andre’s Equivalent VIII (1966) which is made of an arranged pile of white bricks, or any of the ‘drip paintings’ from Jackson Pollock.  It could be confronting like the work of Tracey Emin who publicly listed all the people she had ever had sex with in Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963–1995 (1995).  It could be just plain old weird, read: anything from Joseph Beuys (that guy was bonkers).   People seem to get really shirty about this stuff.  My wife and I were once approached by a woman at an exhibition who, without even knowing who we were, launched into a rant about a particular painting saying that it was rubbish, that her two-year-old could have painted it, and that it didn’t deserve to win the prize it did.  I’m quite sure that the artist didn’t paint his big, ugly, grey, swirly painting to cheese her off, but it did anyway. 

When you enter an exhibition of contemporary art, you really need to go in with an open mind.  The work you see may not fit your particular view of what art should be, especially if that’s pictures of horses and flowers and sunshine, or velvet paintings of Elvis.  We need to remember that the work is part of that evolutionary process, and if you haven’t been exposed to quite a bit of art history, it’s kinda like walking into a movie halfway through and expecting to instantly understand everything that’s going on.  The artwork might be confusing, confronting or weird, but it took a long time to get like this, and you may not ‘get it’ straight away.  That’s cool, just know that it is, in fact, art and it probably does deserve to be there. No skin off your nose, so don’t get worked up about it.  In fact, one of the fathers of confusing art, Marcel Duchamp said that “art may be bad, good or indifferent, but, whatever adjective is used, we must call it art”[2].

The final barrier, or consequence of breeding, I want to mention is the way we all stay quiet when we’re in a gallery.  I’m not sure why this has become the standard, or when, but it does irritate me.  If you’re taking the time to visit a gallery, and hopefully you’re with somebody else who you want to talk to about the work, it really does make it awkward when you’re bound by the unspoken rule that you need to speak in hushed tones.  Now, I get quite excited when I’m with someone and we start ‘talking art’, and the thing I don’t need is being haunted by the spectre of a hair-in-a-bun, horn-rim bespectacled librarian shushing me right when I’m getting into it.  Why I’m imagining stereotypical 1960s librarian is probably a whole other blog...  I guess social conventions like this are just perpetuated because ‘that’s the way it is’ type thinking, but it doesn’t really need to be like that.  A visit to an exhibition will be made all the more richer and entertaining when you’re actually talking to one another.  I’m not advocating yelling and shouting, but I highly doubt you’d be escorted from the premises for holding a rational conversation about the art that’s been presented for you to look at in the first place.  In fact, you may even give a hint to the other punters around you.

I guess I should wrap this post up with a recommendation.  Instead of going to an exhibition and quietly shuffling past artworks that make you cringe or just weird you out, and avoiding reading the catalogue and didactics because they’re pretty wanky; walk in with your head up, talk with your friends and family about the art and get their opinions.  If you really don’t understand it, ask the gallery attendant to explain it a bit more, that’s what they’re there for.  And do it all at a regular volume.  I guarantee that you’ll enjoy it a whole lot more.

And spare a thought for those poor King Charles Spaniels.



[1] The Independent. 2008. The Big Question: Is the breeding of pedigree dogs leading to cruel abnormalities?. [ONLINE] Available at: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/this-britain/the-big-question-is-the-breeding-of-pedigree-dogs-leading-to-cruel-abnormalities-902853.html. [Accessed 16 July 12].
[2] Duchamp, M. (1957) The Creative Act. In: Stiles, K. and Selz, P. eds. (1996) Theories and documents of Contemporary Art: A sourcebook of artists' writings. 3rd ed. Berkeley: University of California Press.