This noticeable influx of women -
only exhibitions seems to harken back to the «girl power» days of the 1990's as exemplified by the New Museum's 1994 show Bad Girls.
Not exact matches
More than thirty years after her death, the oeuvre of American painter Alice Neel attracts ever greater interest, and
seems only ever more relevant: the substantial and moving
exhibition of her paintings currently at the Gemeentemuseum in The Hague is the latest indication of this groundswell of attention, including various shows and catalogs in addition to a fine biography by Phoebe Hoban and a biographical film directed by Neel's grandson, Andrew Neel.
Maybe the
exhibition title suggests that the works are
only just at the point of gesture, like the Andrea Madjesi - Jones painting, where gesture
seems to be included in a wider pictorial strategy, or perhaps that they have arrived at the point of gesture having set out from some other place, Clem Crosby's work, for example, coming out of the monochrome tradition to a reconsideration of the role of drawing.
Not
only this, but the Wearing - Cahun conjunction
seems so natural that it feels as if this
exhibition should have been made before, while Wearing's own fascination for Cahun cements the comparison and enriches the show.
The reason he had paid to have a jet fuselage hauled from Arizona to eastern Long Island was revealed fully
only last Friday with the opening at his small gallery of an unusual
exhibition called «Nose Job,» a group show that at first glance
seems to be playing on Hamptons plastic - surgery predilections.
This is cause for concern
only because it would
seem that ethnicity and gender - specific
exhibitions have not yet had a significant effect on the exhibiting or collecting practices of mainstream art institutions in the US.
It
seems only fitting therefore that the White Cube displays Tracey Emin's latest
exhibition.
At first thought, there
seems inherent risk in putting on an
exhibition about the occult, since the term seeks escape from view: the «occult,» after all, consists of hidden knowledge and practices, reserved
only for the initiated, allowing comprehension and manipulation of the cosmos and the self.
This classic avant - garde situation
seems to have worked in the young artist's favor — leading not
only to a couple of part - time teaching jobs, but also exposure in a number of highly desirable
exhibitions.
The
exhibition consists of about a hundred photographs, strongly abstractive, without human presence, especially at night and especially doors and windows, while the titles of the photographs are titled from the corresponding names and numbers of the road that the building exists, creating a map of Athens, but the absence of human presence makes Athens
seem deserted and lifeless and the
only one that implies human presence are the streetlights and the lights of the buildings as well as a photo of the inside of an antique shop.
With CoolHunting hailing Tokyo native Kenichi Yokono as «uncompromising in his attention to detail and dedication to the emotional integrity of [his work],» it
seems we're not the
only ones counting down the days until his forthcoming two - person
exhibition Rise of the Underground.
(«For an
exhibition seeking to emphasize nonverbal, visual plasticity, ambiguity and multivalence, a catalogue with
only analytical essays would
seem inappropriate,» Kertess wrote in his introduction.)
Roberta Smith described the experience of viewing Four New Clear Women in her review of Rosenquist's
exhibition for The Village Voice: «Walking into Castelli's Green Street and seeing for the first 17 - by - 46 foot Four New Clear Women is like encountering the Columbia or Hoover Dam of paintings — for the first few seconds all you see is size, as well as an art so all - American, familiar, and public that it doesn't quite
seem to be the work of
only one person, but rather the expression of some more diffuse national self.
Hartigan, who later received attention for her work
seeming to resemble Willem de Kooning's figurative compositions, was the
only woman in MoMA's 1958 «New American Paintings»
exhibition among 16 male artists.
This one is made possible by three separate
exhibitions spread around Manhattan, which
seems only fitting.
On this, Yasuyuki Nakai has also remarked that «Yamamoto's horizontal thinking nullified the barriers between the absolute territories of painting and sculpture, enabling him to create sculptures with multiple vantage paints which at first have the appearance of kitsch» (Yasuyuki Nakai, «Prior to Fortunate Encounter with the Artistic World of Keisuke Yamamoto», Keisuke Yamamoto, Tomio Koyama Gallery, p. 5) In «Crossing», a solo
exhibition held at Tomio Koyama Gallery Kyoto in 2012, Yamamoto presented
only paintings, where his vital energies and rhythm of sculpture
seemed to play out.
It
seems difficult to envisage now, but in 1976, when Serota was putting together the Hodgkin
exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art in Oxford, not
only was it a struggle to get hold of Hodgkin's paintings from the private collectors who owned them, but even getting photographs of some of the works was impossible.
Only when the works are understood as a collective does the
exhibition come together, and since all of them are so different, it's surprising how simple and unified the ambitions of both Arcadia Missa and Preteen
seem to be.
It
seems only right that Ethan Cook would choose to title this
exhibition after a one - word poem by Aram Saroyan.
The problem today is that honing a critical eye for media funny business
seems to have life consequences
only for professionals such as the curators of the
exhibition, the artists in it and the other catalog contributors.
Her own menagerie is made of a series of sculptures whose shapes and colours
seem to be taken from a decadent fun - fair: broken horses, looming arches and double - headed dolphins to name
only a few of the creatures populating the
exhibition.
30 years on and it
seems things haven't really progressed: until 2015, some of the world's most well - known museums, like the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Guggenheim and Whitney, had
only curated one female solo
exhibition each.
It
only seems right that it was Deacon, a friend and former student, who served as the curator of an
exhibition meant to re-situate Evans within this history.
Just 30 years old, three years out of school and counting the pavilion project as
only her third solo
exhibition, Tse herself
seemed unconvinced until the statuette was in her hands.
The
seeming about - face in Guston's work that was announced by his first, and
only,
exhibition at the powerful Marlborough Gallery — representing many other Abstract Expressionists or their estates — resulted from the acute discrepancy he felt existed between the transcendental qualities of his abstract work and the harsh, down - to - earth realities of America in crisis, and his need to confront that strife head on.
The
only thing the
exhibitions as a whole
seemed to want for was a greater variation of scale, with many works
seeming like they could naturally grow to fill a wall.
Given that
exhibition curator Marvin Sadik wrote that The Portrayal of the Negro in American Painting was conceived to be a «social document dealing with one of the decisive issues of our time,» it
seems appropriate to investigate additional museum
exhibitions that focused on not
only the representation of African Americans, but also the work of African - American artists.
When an
exhibition titled Tempus Fugit surfaces, it would
seem wise to gird the loins for another pageant of pretension that aspires to the hermetic yet achieves
only self - parody.