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‘The Matter Within: New Contemporary Art of India’

Rina Banerjee’s “Tender was her wound, pink and playful was her mood.” (Edward Nahem)

The Matter Within: New Contemporary Art of India: Through Jan. 29. Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, 701 Mission St., San Francisco. $7, free for members. (415) 978-2787, www.ybca.org.

One sculptor, New Delhi’s Anita Dube, fashioned the word “Love” out of candles. Another, New York’s Rina Banerjee, works in tortoise shells, beads and parasols. Bangalore-born photographer Pushpamala N. borrows a page from Cindy Sherman by posing in native garb and guises to cast fresh light on the so-called “native types” of India.

All are part of an ambitiously disparate show, “The Matter Within: New Contemporary Art of India,” that opened this weekend at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts. It was timed to coordinate with and complement the Asian Art Museum’s “Maharaja: The Splendor of India’s Royal Courts,” which premieres Friday.

YBCA’s director of visual arts, Betti-Sue Hertz, spent 2 1/2 weeks in India last fall, visiting artists, gallerists, art historians and curators in New Delhi, Bangalore and Mumbai. Dazzled by the contemporary art scene there and in the Indian diaspora, Hertz decided to restrict her focus to photography, sculpture and single-channel video. Contemporary Indian painting, she said, has been well represented in other exhibitions.

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Don’t believe the hype

Paul Cezanne's Pichet et Fruits sur une Table

Fruits of France’s labours … where are our British Cézannes? Photograph: Sarah Lee for the Guardian

In the Musée d’Orsay in Paris hang the revolutionary works of painters who made art modern in France more than a century ago. Here they are, the true greats of early modernism: Cézanne and Van Gogh, as well as Gauguin and Degas, Monet and, of course, Seurat. That’s six, and there are obviously several more profoundly important figures in France at that time, including Toulouse-Lautrec and Odilon Redon. That makes eight. And there are more, too, including sculptors led by Rodin. Perhaps you could bring the figure up to 16, even 20, without scraping the barrel.

Say we agree, generously, that 20 artists genuinely mattered in late 19th-century France at the dawn of modernism, one of the truly great moments of art history. Now, how many living British artists are regarded as important, unmissable, revolutionary? To judge from the bonanza of 21st-century British art touted in newspaper articles, art fairs, group shows, magazines and a host of solo shows at legions of galleries, there must be – what? – a hundred, no, more like two hundred names to conjure with.

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Breaking down some (white) walls

Opened this past weekend is yet another art gallery for inner-Melbourne-urbanites to add to the growing list of which to frequent in tight black jeans and an oh-too-cool look. But, alas, there is something wrong. There is something a little bit different. This does not seem to be the norm. This gallery, Fehily Contemporary on Glasshouse Road in Collingwood, is a little bit different. There appears, here, to be some sort of ‘feeling’.

Now, all easy puns aside; a quick moment to describe. The ‘feeling’, is not in any way related to any derivative of any kind of ‘vibe’ that might be already associated with any number of the burgeoning ARIs or contemporary private galleries around the place. The ‘feeling’, has nothing to do with rustic milk-crates-as-chairs style decor or associated trendy art-scene style. The ‘feeling’ has little to do with these notions and everything to do with the manner in which art, artists and how an approach to the art world is considered.

The Fehily artists are not referred to as ‘stock’ or a ‘stable’ and they, all, are considered equals as well as associates of the gallery; encouraged to contribute to the development of an artists’ agreement, not expected to simply fling their signature at an art ‘worker’s’ contract. The work that these artists produce is not forced so harshly into little pigeon-boxes that small pieces of it break off, leaving said artist trembling and sobbing in a bleak, stained, studio corner, broken and integrally disemboweled. It is, instead, welcomed with such relish, in all manners and with an holistic appreciation for its implicit evolution that the artists are almost openly encouraged to explore their practice and not merely ‘churn’ for the next decade. These artists are not owned. Represented within the Fehily family are an enlightening mix, which also adds to the feeling that perhaps there is another way for the art world to function. Young and mature artists, in both age and practice, are brought together as well as national and international representatives. Old faves Richard Lewer, Sally Smart and Ricky Maynard hang alongside contemporary buzz-names Ash Keating, Nick Devlin and Patrick Pound as well as long-time-working-short-time-trending artists like Scott Miles, Graham Brindley and Angela Ellsworth.

And the ‘feeling’? It seems good, the feeling is good. The Fehily’s ethos comes through in the space, the works, the set-up and their methods. That they consider a cyclical approach to the working of the art industry is evidence of their own passion and understanding for supporting artists’ careers. There appear to be no secrets and the Fehily’s seem keen to lay their cards on the table and encourage others to play with them.

Perhaps this is what the Melbourne (if not broader) art world needs the most. That perhaps when the gallerists, collectors and even curators level out and stop perpetuating an ‘us’ and ‘them’ scenario then that buzz, that energy, that feeling that seemed to be fading, will come back to our contemporary scene and the artists and all stakeholders within might actually be able to just get on with it, for all the reasons that set us down that path in the first place.

Fehily Contemporary ArtistsTHURS 12 MAY – SAT 4 JUNE – Glasshouse Road, Collingwood.

Indigo O’Rourke – Lindberg Galleries

Bred and fed upon the round-abouts and lost-world-feelings of modern Canberra, the artist we now claim as our own – Indigo O’Rourke – has quietly and discreetly made her way into the local Melbourne art scene and is now ready for us to notice.

Since studying for the somewhat over-wordy accreditation, the Post Graduate Diploma of Visual Arts at the VCA in 2009, Indigo has been honing her impressive skill behind the closed doors of unassuming suburban share-houses by night, and speeding our important documents and dossiers around the city as Melbourne’s first female bike courier, by day.

And it is from this vantage point – the streaky, buzzing, city streets – that Indigo has taken her greatest inspiration for this, her first full-gallery Melbourne solo exhibition at Lindberg Galleries on Flinders Lane. The faces that adorn the white, white walls are far from bland regardless of their monochromatic, or – if lucky enough – bichromatic representation. These faces; full frontal, laughing, pensive, are the rainbow of characters that constitute the bike courier troupe that works the Melbourne CBD. Indigo has captured these beardy, bejewelled and beaming faces with her strong illustrative methods so sensitively and so well rendered that is hard to believe that all she needs is some space, an ‘amazing’ piece of paper and a handy ten pack of name-brand ball point pens.

The strength of these works lies not merely in their quality, but more in the personal referencing that allows the viewer into a social sphere that is not necessarily their own. Within this space, some kind of physical interrogation begins as the eyes of one question the eyes and ears and mouths and piercings of another across the inky, woven surfaces. Indigo has captured those she knows and also those that she might not; subsuming the silhouettes of city wanderers with the city itself, resulting in keyholes as moments and suggestions of the tea breaks and pit stops that she and her ‘boys’ punctuate each day with.

Alongside the city scenes and portraits are a handful of unassuming mountain-scapes. These scenes imbue a visual breathing space from the up-close imagery and allow the viewer to ponder whether Indigo still yearns for the quietude of inner-Cannberridgian countryside.

If so, then let us hope that she only pops back for a visit here and there and that she maintains her ‘speak softly but carry a loud biro’ presence in Melbourne.

Indigo O’Rourke May 6 – May 28 Lindberg Galleries Level 2/289 Flinders Lane, Melbourne

www.lindbergcontemporary.com.au

www.indigoorourke.com

Thomas Demand

thomas demand portrait
‘At heart I’m a frustrated nerd’ … Thomas Demand. Photograph: Christine Nguyen/© J Paul Getty Trust

What got you started?

I grew up in an area of Munich that was full of artists and architects. My father was an artist; my uncle was an architect; my best friend’s father was an art dealer. I never considered doing anything else.

What was your big breakthrough?

Being part of a show called New Photography at MoMA in New York in 1996. It put me on the map.

You’re based between Berlin and Los Angeles. Which city do you find most inspiring?

At the moment, LA. I lived in Berlin for 14 years – the longest I’ve lived in any one place – but by the end, I felt I needed some fresh air. LA feels freer.

Do you suffer for your art?

Yes.

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Haroon Mirza: Play that funky cardboard

    ross Section  of a Revolution, 2011, by Haroon Mirza
    Fun and liberating . . . Cross Section of a Revolution, 2011 Photograph: Ken Adlard

    When Haroon Mirza won the Northern Art prize earlier this year, the regional news programme Look North followed its report on his victory with some studio banter. “The weatherman threw some clothes on the floor,” remembers Mirza, “and said he could win a modern art prize. It escalated into a controversy – but I just thought it was a bit funny.”

    The joke is now on Look North as the award has led to an exhibition of Mirza’s work at the prestigious Lisson Gallery in London. But the truth is there’s something nostalgic, rather than offensive, about Look North’s response. In the 1990s, when British contemporary art leapt into the limelight, tabloids were constantly making jokes in the same vein. The Sun took a bag of chips to the Saatchi Gallery: “We bring the chips to Damien Hirst’s fish.” That kind of mockery has long lost its edge in London: the art world rules down south. But in the north, apparently, artists still have to endure taunts. And this is not bad for art at all, if Mirza is anything to go by.

    Mirza is something new: an exciting young artist – he’s 33 – who chooses to work in northern England, despite being born in London. Before 1,000 people write in to point out that the north has many fine artists, can I just say this: pull the other one. The north has for years been the dog that did not bark in British art. Liverpool, Manchester and other cities have staged high-profile art events and commissioned public art, not least Gateshead’s Angel of the North; a visiting Martian might even have concluded that the region was the epicentre of British art. But it’s not. No matter how much effort has gone into fabricating an art scene, there is a world of difference between being a place that promotes art, and being a place where artists choose to live and work. Northern English cities never became real centres of artistic creativity in the way Glasgow and London are. But if Mirza is anything to go by, that is changing.

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NEW DELHI — The third India Art Summit

NEW DELHI — The third India Art Summit, an art fair that ended last week, took up more than 90,000 square feet of Pragati Maidan, the main public exhibition hall here in India’s capital. Eighty-four galleries were represented, showing the work of 500 mostly Indian modern and contemporary artists. Organizers reported 128,000 visitors over the fair’s three-day run, and millions of dollars changed hands, with a couple of buyers each taking home more than $2 million in art.The Armory Show it was not. The quality of works varied much more widely than at that premier New York art fair, and there was a lot less money involved. But it was also a far cry from the first version in 2008, when only 34 galleries and 10,000 visitors showed up, and Neha Kirpal, the event’s 27-year-old founder, didn’t manage to break even. This time around Ms. Kirpal, now 30, bustled around the crowded hall on the first day of the fair, collecting business cards and stuffing them in the suit pocket of an assistant who trailed her.

“There are people who are coming who are saying: ‘I have money in my bag. Where do I start?’ ” Ms. Kirpal said.

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Takashi Murakami

also you can check out Jonathan Ross in a stupid outfit interview

also you can watch this interview that I found really interesting done by The New York times http://video.nytimes.com/video/2008/12/04/style/tmagazine/1194834500282/screen-test-takashi-murakami.html

Takashi Murakami initially studied more traditional Japanese art. He pursued a doctorate in Nihonga, a mixture of Western and Eastern styles dating back to the late 19th century. Murakami became disillusioned with Nihonga. He became passionate about otaku culture, which he felt was more representative of modern-day Japanese life. Due to the popularity of anime and manga, Japanese styles of animation and comic graphic stories.

This resulted in Superflat, the style that Murakami is credited with starting. It developed from Poku, (Pop + otaku). Murakami has written that he aims to represent Poku culture because he expects that animation and otaku might create a new culture. This new culture is a rejuvenation of the contemporary Japanese art scene.

Murakami has expressed a frustration with the lack of a reliable and sustainable art market in post-war Japan, and the general view of Japanese art as having a low art status. He is quoted as saying that the market is nothing but “a shallow appropriation of Western trends”. His first reaction was to make art in non-fine arts media. Then he decided to focus on the market sustainability of art and promote himself first overseas. This marks the birth of KaiKai Kiki.

Kaikai Kiki Co. is an artists’ collective founded by Murakami, originally founded to manage the many assistants employed to create Murakami’s work. It gradually evolved into a collaborative vehicle for other like-minded artists. Many of the artists were of a younger generation and have benefited greatly by the help in the production, distribution and sale of their own work, and also participating in international exhibitions with Murakami serving as artist or curator.

The Cool School LA’s Art Scene

This is a fantastic film if you want a crash course on LA’s hipster art scene of the mid ’50s and late ’60s. Thoroughly enjoyable from beginning to end. It was at Ferus Gallery that bookwormish Walter Hopps (who cared about the art) and Cary Grant look-a-like Irving Blum (who cared about the money) brought together a unique and odd collection of off-beat artists to La Cienega – Ed Kienholz, Ed Ruscha, Larry Bell, John Altoon, Billy Al Bengston, Ed Moses, Robert Irwin and Kenneth Price, among others. Bon vivants, artists, collectors and cigar afficionados Dennis Hopper and Dean Stockwell are interspersed throughout. The gallery housed Warhol’s first exhibit, brought in Lichtenstein, Duchamp, and got busted by the cops for an exhibit deemed obscene. Those crazy cats!!!

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