Another Utopia, But I Don't Mind. Ryan McGinley at Bell-Roberts

Monday, August 27, 2007


I dropped by the Bell-Roberts this morning, en route to my studio. It was nice to go see a show way after the opening, which I missed because I was stupid last week. These things happen after a long winter, one tends to get caught up worrying about global warming and forget about other important things like leaving the house/bed/blanket. And when one does get out it is all too exciting, and one could end up with a curious, not to mention mysterious, moustache shaved on your face. Early Friday parties are bad, people.

Back to the show. In the Cube section, I was pleasantly surprised to see a video work by Ryan McGinley, the New York photographer, rising star, and contender for the Nan Goldin/Wolfgang Tillmans throne. I have always been partial to that style of photography, it always gives me a sense of happiness and innocence and idealism. Idealism especially, like neither the photographer or subjects are aware or care about the deathly gentrifying power of photography. A similar idealism exists in the video work called Urban Mobility (a strange title, which I'll get to later). The couple, happy, naked, are cycling through the famous farm Woodstock. They are playfully aware of the camera, but are so enamored with the dreamlike state of bliss that it doesn't matter. The video reads like a yearning for a simpler life. What makes it a little weird, and it's a complex issue, is the sponsorship of the video by PUMA, as part of their new campaign called Urban Mobility. On the one hand, corporate sponsorship of art is positive, a way of making money for artists, and a way for the art to reach a wider audience. Kudos to these concepts. It's just a little odd, in the idyllic setting of the video, to see the girl has a PUMA bag attached to her handlebars. Subtle, subtle, it could just be their picnic lunch. But it just adds an unwelcome layer to an otherwise beautiful video. Still, before I read the title, it gave me a moment of happy.

Carol-Anne Gainer showed in the main gallery, but I'm a little unfocused right now, and it's still raining, so look out for a review later today/tomorrow.

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9 Comments:

Anonymous Miss Thandi said...

not so sure i agree with your review mr sloon. two happy white people driving naked through the country side, sporting branding - all the alarm bells are going of, innit? ever read no logo? utopia my ass.

if you yearn for happy, take a happy pill, and follow these two clueless individuals on their pointless amble through cloud cuckoo land.

perhaps you already left, leaving your critical faculties behind in the process?

5:36 PM  
Blogger Robert Sloon said...

Wow Miss Thandi. You are still alive... now that makes me happy.

8:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm happy, hope you're happy too

12:26 AM  
Blogger Sanell said...

Went to see the show at noon; the projection was switched off.

12:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fuck you Miss Thandi. Fucking racist. Go eat your garlic and beetroot. Fuck.

6:39 PM  
Anonymous blueish greyish white said...

Is the lunatic Anonymous 6.39 actually serious? I don't believe it. Unless they were typing at 6.39 because they had been up all night drinking themselves to tears over someone daring to have a different opinion from their own.

9:12 PM  
Anonymous Howard Hughes said...

Hey Sloon, wake up, wake up dude, you haven't posted since Monday, have you gone into early retirement or something?

9:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dear Howard

Why not write some art criticism yourself?

Love, Anon

10:10 PM  
Anonymous Miss Thandi said...

dear anon 6:39 - is the pot calling the kettle black?

3:43 PM  

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