Monday, February 22, 2010

Fine 319: Gerhard Richter and the Cologne Cathedral



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Gerhard Richter, born in 1932, is a contemporary German artist that primarily works in the medium of painting. Many of his works are a reaction to photography; he will project a photographic image on his canvas, trace it out and paint it in accurate colours, and then manipulate the still-wet pigments with soft brushes and squeegees. The results are images that look very similar to photographic blurs, while showing the artist's hand and revealing the nature of the paint itself. His manipulation of wet paint extends to his abstract works, where he paints many layers of colours on a canvas and scrapes it away, revealing the many layers underneath and blurring the colours together.


In 1974, he produced a series of canvases which explore colour. Similar to the works of Ellsworth Kelly, he painted squares of pure colour of a huge breadth of shades and hues in a grid formation, randomly arranged. The result looks like a pixelated image:





4096 Colours (1974)


"4096" is, of course, 16x16x16, and is the hexidecimal system of colours, used in computers.


30 years later, he was commissioned to replace the glass in the Cologne Cathedral's main window; during the Second World War, its stunning stained glass was shattered during Allied bombings of the city. This is what he delivered:



From the NY Times:


an abstract composition of 11,500 identically sized units — at 14.5 square inches each, they are frequently compared to pixels — in 72 colors, the arrangement of which was determined randomly by a computer program. Richter originally produced two drafts for the window, each portraying the Nazi execution of innocents. But he ultimately concluded that “figurative” was something he simply could not do. “I was not able to make something of it,” he says. Any representational image would have been tiresomely dissected for meanings religious, political, symbolic. There were also more mundane reasons. As the cathedral’s master builder, Barbara Schock-Werner, writes in a catalog essay for the window, “How could such a depiction be realized other than in gloomy, oppressive colors?” This was not a frivolous matter of interior decoration but a practical concern: the prismatic 1,200-square-foot window would bathe the cathedral (and congregation) in a significant amount of light.

So Richter, who provided the work as a gift, ultimately settled on a design inspired by his 1974 work “4,096 Colors” — one in a series of abstract color-field paintings he has worked on in various forms since 1966. About his process he noted: “I had the shape of the cathedral window, and I laid it on a color-field painting, and I said: ‘My God! Fantastic.’ I thought, This is the only thing.” Still, he did nod to architectural history, coordinating his palette with the existing windows — anemic hues were avoided — and forcing his modernist grid to submit to the Gothic tracery. The result is a mesmerizing, kaleidoscopic blend of technology and tradition.

I must say I'm quite glad that he limited his palate. But my feelings for the piece are mixed -- something I find odd, because I love his other works and tend to have a fiery passion for abstraction. On one hand, I feel the piece is inappropriate for the space. A majestic Gothic cathedral, full of skilled details, next to a randomly generated image from a computer. The juxtaposition of skill is jarring, and (dare I say it?) reveals Richter's work as lazy. I'm also not sure if the shapes themselves complement the curved lines of the building. It almost hits of an obnoxiousness of minimalism: "I can get away with doing barely anything".




But then I thought about it. I imagined the light shining through in a kaleidoscopic rainbow, bathing me in coloured light as I gaze up. These stained glass windows are to inspire a sort of awe; the beauty of nature, of light, of colour, that God gave us. The beauty of His creation. Richter forces us to view his composition not as a composition, but simply as colour and light. It is pure. It doesn't need the artists' hand: even at random, it is beautiful. Richter is a man of few words, but I wouldn't want him to say anything about the piece. Like the skilled tradesmen that created the original stained glass window, he should not take any authorship of this piece. The credit goes to God, and his splendour of colour and light -- and I'm an atheist.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Fine 319: Richard Serra/Before the Post-

Richard Serra's One Ton Prop thrills me. I've always liked the concept of the sublime, and I think that this piece really captures it in a very simple way. No illusion of gazing off a cliff: simply four pieces of sheet metal (of course, it's Serra) that are barely balancing off of one another. This thing could fall on you if you got too close. J'adore.

But then we have the debacle regarding his 1981 piece Tilted Arc. Reading up on this, it got me thinking: a lot of Serra's public works are ugly. Not even sublime... just flat-out ugly. Of course that's besides the point --not even the point-- but it doesn't surprise me that a lot of people weren't on his side when the courts were debating the piece's removal. We're supposed to contemplate the 'thingness of the thing'. But what happens when the thing itself is ugly?

Compare this to Cloud Gate in Chicago. People love Anish Kapoor's 2004 sculpture; always taking pictures of it, surrounding it, laughing at it, hugging it. The difference between these pieces is the difference between Minimal Art and Post-Minimalism.

Minimal Art revelled in the ready-made, the factory-shipped, the found, the boring, and the sublime. Post-Minimalism takes stripped-down, clean aesthetics and transforms it into something else: rather than dogmatically avoiding any references or any notion of beauty, many of these Post-Minimalists have no fear of fixing something up to make it look better, or even alluding to the outside world. Cloud Gate was painstakingly polished to remove any trace of its construction, creating this otherworldly magical bean that seems to have fallen out of the sky. Its surface distorts images and creates a void, recalling metaphysical or spiritual ideas. People come up with all sorts of theories about what it "means" -- something that I'm sure many Minimal artists would be horrified at.

I've just started to read Lyotard's Post-modern Condition, and this evolution from the minimal to the post-minimal strangely recalls some of his theories of post-modernity. Minimal Art seemed to have a dogma, something that the Post-minimalists have shunned. Does this represent part of the post-modern rejection of absolutism and the embracing of pluralism? Hmm!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Fine 319: More Chairs


One Hundred Spaces, 1997

Oh, Rachel Whiteread: how I adore thee. I love how she deals with spaces that we often ignore. It's melancholy and curious. Looking at these negative casts of the spaces underneath chairs, I feel like a child who has crawled under the furniture to hide from the world while giggling, listening to the adult conversations above and believing that no one knows we're there.

Whiteread's ability to deal with the forgotten extends from the playful to the poignant. I think the most accessible piece for wide audiences would be her Holocaust Memorial, Nameless Library. Revealed in 2000 in the Judenplatz in Vienna, it is a reference to the People of the Book, book burnings, and the plethora of knowledge that was wiped out by the Nazis -- a library that we will never have access to again.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Fine 319: IKB

Go here.

What a fabulous website!

Hex Triplet of IKB: #002FA7
RGB: (0, 47, 167)
HSV: (223', 100%, 65%)

Dry pigment in a synthetic resin

--> Ultramarine

[And blue urine the next day.]

Staring out Into the Void. What a wonderful dream of sky.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Fine 319: Madmoiselle


Joseph Beuys: I wonder if Lacan was a lagomorph.

Rrose Sélavy: How preposterous.

JB: Would you like some sugar in your tea?

RS: *achoo!*

JB: Oh, may God bless America.

RS: Danke. & oui, señor. Two lumps. Shall you have some in yours?

JB: No, I have some honey here for me.

(An urban oak forest begins to sprout along the road. They drink out of gold tea cups.)

RS: What are your feelings on Wagner?

JB: He was probably a virgin, but with an animalistic urge. I heard he enjoyed wrapping himself in fat and felt.



What a lovely tea party.