Babylon Now

Bucking the System in Bizarro World

"Things fall apart; the center cannot hold." If turned around, Yeats's famous verse fits the contemporary art world: Things run together; the center only grows.

Not only is the art world bigger than it's ever been, its workings are better known. Efficiency has replaced disorder. Chaos is on the wane. The mood is self-congratulatory and the password is professionalism. As Barbara Kruger put it in a recent ad, "Another artist. Another exhibition. Another gallery. Another magazine. Another review. Another career. Another life." The avant-garde won and took no prisoners; there's no place left to trespass. Shock is a passé tactic, and "irony," as L.A. novelist Vanessa Place wrote, "is a dead man's game." The art world is like a conference call, a strip city run by a student government, an insider's game everyone is in on. The way some people talk about its humanitarianism you'd think it was a Sting song. We may not understand ourselves but we understand our system. And although this system undoubtedly affects the kinds of art that receive attention (making it harder for the smaller gesture, the slower take, or anyone over 35), the system runs, which is what people want it to do.

As mainstream culture usurps countercultures, and youth has its lifestyle sold back to it as catchphrases, subcultures merge with one another. Just as skateboarders in Moscow are aware of their counterparts in Los Angeles, artists in London and Tokyo have a good idea of what's going on in Berlin and Buenos Aires. This means hierarchies are breaking down, the situation is decentralizing, demographics are changing, and smaller nodes may soon supplant the center. Nonetheless, pecking orders persist, an establishment mentality is the norm, alpha males and alpha females roam, and cliques are common. Perhaps the real model of the art world is still high school with money.

Originality is changing guises: Laura Owens’s Untitled (detail, 2000).
Photo courtesy of Gavin Brown’s Enterprise
Originality is changing guises: Laura Owens’s Untitled (detail, 2000).

In any case, these are challenging times. The art world is among the most idealistic spheres around, but as its mechanisms accelerate to absurd rates and business permeates everything, finding a zone where things seem aesthetically—not commercially—driven, grows harder. A coterie of educated professionals, enterprising aficionados, and appreciative fans, all of whom think art is in the answering business, not the questioning one, seems determined to make art safe for everyone. I love museums and galleries but both have become more corporate. Museum directors function like CEOs; curators act like superstars; critics are perceived as (and often behave like) PR agents; auction houses ape museums; and museums exhibit fashion designers who make huge donations. There were never many rules in the art world, but even those rules have changed.

These changes have produced glitches—art-world equivalents to Bizarro World, that Superman realm where everything appears normal but is actually topsy-turvy. In this inverted domain, box office counts as criticality. Here a few young artists—who don't make waves but ride them—are having the ends of art careers without ever having had the beginnings. Instead of grass roots and up-and-coming energy, these artists are already surrounded by bold-faced names, socialites, and yes-people. Their openings look like those of aging art stars, and teem with Hollywood types, stylists, models, dotcommers, and publicists who shuttle cosmetically enhanced third-tier celebrities between interviewers and paparazzi.

Bizarro World also flourishes in the auction houses, which now tout their sales as the bona fide equivalents of museum exhibitions, instead of ways for people to make money. They produce lavish catalogs with essays by art critics, and dabble in the emerging artist market. Artists install their own work and participate in publicity. Borrowing a page from real estate firms who issue glitzy brochures on deluxe properties, Sotheby's published an entire volume promoting the May sale of Jeff Koons's sculpture Michael Jackson and Bubbles(which eventually sold for $5.6 million). Later that month, at an opening for Jorge Pardo's elegant hanging lamps in Sotheby's lobby, much of the crowd slipped into a glitch. While some attendees admired Pardo for intelligently toying with definitions of art and design, many blathered about how he had "infiltrated the seat of power." Few mentioned that maybe he was just decorating it.

As alienating as all this is, none of it is cause for alarm. If the Bizarro boats float, all who cruise on them will sail away happy. If the ships sink, everyone on board will go down with them. Either way, this party is probably already over anyway. Those who insist art is in trouble mistake this background noise of money and ambition for art. But art is resilient and crafty. It's been around for 25,000 years, and knows how to take care of itself. There aremore bad shows than ever, but that's because there are more shows than ever. There are still good ones, even great ones.

Naming names is tricky when the art world eats its young. Nevertheless, among a number of artists finding their way through the morass, Laura Owens, with her current exhibition at the Gardner Museum in Boston, shows how wily, insolent, and multivalent painting can be in the hands of someone who loves art but who chafes at seriousness and pretentiousness. There's something aggressive, knowingly amateurish, and discordant about her art. Although there is a lightness of being about it, she doesn't play for laughs or ironic effect. Like many artists these days, Owens knows that all art is contemporary art. She's not simply sleeping with dead styles and producing stillborn paintings (as artists did in the recent past). Neither is she merely mining art history. Instead, she elbows her way through all this. Francis Picabia said, "If you want to have fresh ideas, change them as often as you change your shirts." Owens says she tries to "start over every time." Indeed, there is a dizzy, unmoored freedom to her work, something easy, authentic, and dashing that never makes you feel stupid but always on guard. Owens dares you to do anything you want with her paintings exceptunderstand them.

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