Engineer's Daughter

notes from the weekend

• I took myself on an SF art tour on Saturday that started at SFMOMA with Janet Cardiff's 2023 reworking of her immersive video walk The Telephone Call, which I first experienced at the museum in 2001 and remains one of my favorite artworks of all time. I was also there to see the Anna Sew Hoy exhibit after following her work for years, and it is maximalist in the best possible way.
• After my traditional downtown lunch of a veggie Reuben at Wise Sons, I plunged into the delightfully demented mind of Mika Rottenberg at the CJM, where the entire second floor is devoted to her installations and video work. Annie Albagli also has a beautiful installation on the main floor featuring Headlands footage used to great effect.
• While I was in the neighborhood I peeked in on Ramekon O'Arwisters's show at MoAD, in which recent sculptures are paired with some of his black-and-white photography. The work he's been doing since pandemic has really been exploding his own boundaries, and it's wonderful to see.
• Then I was off to Fort Mason for an exhibit about the SF Opera in honor of its 100th season at the Museo Italo Americano, which relates the opera company's history through the lens of the city's Italian immigrants and includes a wealth of fascinating details. Don't miss the QR codes that allow for a multimedia experience in the galleries too.
• Next door at Haines their current Elemental show features the work of four West Coast photographers who use a variety of unusual techniques to create their images and who actively engage with nature and landscape. Meghann Riepenhoff's dynamic cyanotypes really grabbed me in particular, swirling abstractions created by letting her materials directly interact with the environment.
• Last but definitely not least: I loved SF Camerawork's annual juried exhibition Forecast 2023 and especially the series of prints by Shao-Feng Hsu who somehow photographed his own breath underwater as it floated up to the surface, while swimming at night. I'm still thinking about those photos.

one candle

Through October 3 - Nam June Paik at SFMOMA

First, the bad news. As an institution SFMOMA has been making extremely poor decisions for many years now, pretty much since the new wing opened and they hiked the admission and started policing the member tickets and practicing other exclusionary tactics. I had already let my 20-year membership lapse even before the pandemic because (with a few notable exceptions) the exhibitions seemed like the same things over and over again or blatant Instagram-bait, and then just a few weeks ago I joined the Bay Area art community by reacting with horror when the museum announced it was planning to cut the only programs that still kept it relevant: the film program, the Artists' Gallery, and its exceptional blog Open Space. All of this to say it was with great reluctance that I ponied up my $25 to visit yesterday, but there was no way I was going to miss the Nam June Paik retrospective. And the good news is it is an absolutely incredible show. My mind was blown around every corner and I learned a ton besides, especially about his collaborations with cellist Charlotte Moorman (pictured above) and Joseph Beuys and John Cage and Merce Cunningham and Laurie Anderson and more. There are jaw-dropping installations aplenty, like Paik's TV Garden and the immersive Sistine Chapel room, but I was most moved by the candle pieces that begin and end the exhibition as they use the simple metaphor of a lit flame to speak poetically to the brevity of life. I also carefully calculated my visit to coincide with several other excellent shows at the museum: new art/music by Charles Gaines about the Dred and Harriet Scott decision, work made by Bay Area artists in response to the pandemic and Black Lives Matter in the Close To Home exhibit, unconventional takes on photography in Off the Wall, and an unspeakably affecting dual show with pieces by Leah Rosenberg and Susan O'Malley. And of course I had to go stand in front of Diego Rivera's Pan American Unity for a while too.

Other things I liked this week:

• Exercised: Why Something We Never Evolved to Do Is Healthy and Rewarding by Daniel Lieberman. Not a self-help book but nevertheless full of gentle nudges, Lieberman busts exercise myths from the perspective of an evolutionary biologist. I was both fascinated and found some determination to get to a gym once it is safe to do so.
• The Grand Bizarre by Jodie Mack. I first became acquainted with Mack's dizzying visual collages when she was a resident at Headlands, and what a delight to sink into this full-length film that took me on a journey through many countries and through a wealth of textiles and patterns. The soundtrack is totally awesome too.
• I don't even have a garden but still very much enjoyed the webinar from the San Mateo Arboretum Society about gardening for butterflies with Susan Karasoff from the California Native Plant Society. Fellow members of Team Caterpillar please click here for the talk.
• Thursday night I was back at the Bruns Amphitheater for the first time in many years for a wonderful production of Janáček's Katya Kabanova by West Edge Opera, live and in person and safely outdoors. And I would have returned last night for Elizabeth Cree but sadly it was canceled due to a breakthrough case.

refection

SFMOMA.  May 22, 2005.

2012 seca art award

David Wilson

While I remain ambivalent about much of SFMOMA's "out-of-the-building" programming this year I am genuinely curious about the upcoming SECA Art Award commissions from the 2012 awardees (Zarouhie Abdalian, Josh Faught, Jonn Herschend, and David Wilson).  From when the finalists were announced last September:

SFMOMA assistant curators Jenny Gheith (painting and sculpture) and Tanya Zimbardo (media arts) have just announced the finalists for the 2012 SECA Art Award. This installment of the museum’s biennial award is especially exciting: for the first time in the award program’s history, the museum will be commissioning new work offsite.

I also have to confess that I'm slightly less enthused about the winners than I was about the finalists, who included many friends and associates from Headlands and elsewhere.  Those with the ability to create site-specific art seem to have been favored over those with impressive studio practices in a couple instances, and then I'm surprised a couple artists in particular were passed over given the strength of their installation work.  Still, personal biases aside, I remain interested to see what the winning quartet presents.

goodbye for now, sfmoma

Being a short photo essay about a few things I will desperately miss about SFMOMA's building while they close it for several years.  Yes yes the museum will be doing many partner exhibitions with other major institutions around the Bay Area during the closure blah blah.  It's just not the same.  I'm letting my membership lapse for the first time in 16 years unless they surprise me and do some forward-thinking projects with local independent galleries and curators. 

Goodbye, revolving glass door.

Goodbye, stylish and friendly ticket-rippers.

Goodbye, all my favorite artworks.

Goodbye, Blue Bottle Cafe and your multitudinous delicious and artistic desserts.

Goodbye, sunny and peaceful rooftop sculpture garden.

Goodbye, playful and revelatory gallery installations.

Goodbye, serendipitous glimpses of art on the move.

Goodbye, fifth floor bridge of terror.

Goodbye, smooth and rough marble staircase.

Goodbye, restorative interior vistas.

miscellany 10.26.12

The Tony Cragg Ice Cream Cone at the SFMOMA Blue Bottle Cafe.  The Cragg sculpture after which it is modeled is being de-installed this week after a good run up there on the fifth floor.

Two rounds of illness, a magical overnight jaunt to Chicago (thank you again, Ms m!), and a couple creative-type extra-curricular gigs have kept blogging sparse in the preceding weeks.  I assure you I've been absorbing a lot in my spare time, however.  A brief snapshot of this last week that was:

• Made some money for my favorite radio station during our annual fundraiser.
• Visited [2nd floor projects] to ogle the colorful paintings and sculptural installations by Linda Geary and Danielle Lawrence and walked away with a beautiful print edition by Scott Hewicker besides.
• Blissed out to a brainy and minimalist performance by Bryan Eubanks and Cat Lamb as part of the Mills Songlines series.
• Rocked out to Omar Rodriguez Lopez and Crypts at the New Parish whilst avoiding all the emo bros reeking of Red Bull.
• Enjoyed me some Golden Retriever too.

This weekend's agenda:

• Lisa Carver/Suckdog of Rollerderby Zine fame reads from her new book about Yoko Ono in Oakland tonight.
• Record shopping at Aquarius.
• Fall Open House at Headlands.
• Soliciting more $$$ for KALX.  Sunday 9pm to midnight PST!

pine flat

Sharon Lockhart

Sharon Lockhart

Sharon Lockhart

Closing soon: Sharon Lockhart's Lunch Break installation at SFMOMA, photographs and a film that provide documentation of the year Lockhart spent with industrial workers at the Bath Iron Works in Maine.  The museum has been celebrating the last weeks of her exhibition with special events including a pop-up lunch room at SFMOMA on Friday (the vegan duck banh mi from Rice Paper Scissors was out of this world, as was Blue Bottle's homemade crackerjack) and a short series of Lockhart's films.  Thursday night I attended the first half of her 2005 film Pine Flat before running off to John Wiese's show at The Lab, but the part I saw was wonderfully meditative.  Really just a sequence of extended shots in which very little happens (people started sneaking out of the theater after about fifteen minutes), Pine Flat focuses on adolescents who are growing up in the foothills of the Sierras, catching them at that poignant moment in between youth and adulthood.  The settings are pastoral and recall classical figure painting as Lockhart's subjects find ways to pass the time, some with patience and others exhibiting a more restless spirit.  For more Lockhart this coming Thursday SFMOMA will be showing two more of her films, Podworka and No, or just head up to the museum's fourth floor to experience Lunch Break.

See also:

• SFMOMA
• Sharon Lockhart

subversive

Yesterday was free day at SFMOMA, and I slipped over on my lunch break for a special screening of three short subversive documentaries picked out by filmmaker Paul Clipson.  The first, Luis Buñuel's 1933 Las Hurdes (aka The Land Without Bread), purports to describe the difficult lives of rural Spanish peasants, but there is some distinctly surrealist flavor lurking beneath the straight-faced voiceover.  I had first seen the film at the museum a couple years back in conjunction with their 2007 Picasso exhibit and pretty much took it at face value, and only later did I realize Buñuel was winking at the documentary genre itself while also deliberately stirring up strong emotion in his home country during an extremely volatile period of Spanish history.  George Franju's 1952 doc Hotel des Invalides similarly deals with national self-perception, this time using a bland tour through a Paris military museum to highlight the true cost of war.  I felt my heart tighten in my chest at the end as elderly veterans stand during a service with their medals on their chests and their scars right there on their faces.  Clipson saved the best for last, however, in Alain Resnais's 1958 ode to plastics, Le chant du Styrène.  Filmed in Cinemascope and literally brimming with vibrant colors, the documentary is narrated in epic poetry and also features an avant-garde soundtrack by Maurice Jarre.  Industrialism has never looked so appealing.

five themes

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I remember that the first time I saw South African artist William Kentridge's animated piece Tide Table at SFMOMA it brought me to tears with its powerful contrast between the dark charcoal lines Kentridge uses to illustrate the aftermath of colonialism in Africa and the gorgeous music from that continent he uses as score.  I had a sneaking suspicion the work in the museum's current William Kentridge: Five Themes exhibition would break my heart all over again, so I put off seeing the show until last Sunday, very close to when it closes on May 31.  I shouldn't have been so worried.  Yes, there are some hard things to see in the show as Kentridge unapologetically grapples with a host of difficult political issues, but there are also many moments of sheer beauty.  I gasped with pleasure at the surreal image of teeming ants transformed into a constellation of stars by reversing black for white in one video, in a room full of other films similarly inspired by the whimsical genius of Georges Méliès.  Another gallery is devoted to Kentridge's designs for the upcoming Metropolitan Opera production of Shostakovich's opera based on Gogol's story The Nose, and they thrillingly synthesize shadowy figures marching across a white scrim, elements of Russian constructivism, and quotes by Nikolai Bukharin from the 1938 trial that led to his execution.  That room was instantly my favorite part of the entire exhibition, but the section that displays Kentridge's work on Mozart's The Magic Flute is also breathtaking, the way it features a rotating presentation of projections (some on miniature working sets!) soundtracked by the opera's transcendent music.  I had not realized how deeply Kentridge has integrated his work with theater, and I am now totally kicking myself for sleeping on the production of Monteverdi's The Return of Ulysses that was staged at Theater Artaud earlier this spring in conjunction with the SFMOMA show.  Hideous Sunday, however, can tell you all about it.

today is not a dress rehearsal

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And speaking of music, I was delighted to hear Mika Tajima would be doing a special installation at SFMOMA last weekend called Today Is Not a Dress Rehearsal since I had just encountered her work for the first time when I was in New York back in March.  The Dia space in Chelsea is currently being occupied by an arts non-profit calling itself X for one year, during which time they will be presenting exhibitions in four rotations as well as a wealth of associated programming.  For X's first phase Tajima had constructed a series of psychedelic backgrounds and other set pieces that took up the entire ground floor gallery and seemed to be lying in wait for actors and a film crew to come make use of them.  Tajima brought similar sets to SFMOMA and constructed a performance space inside the museum's Schwab Room, and when I arrived Tuesday night filmmaker Charles Atlas was also there to live-edit Tajima with her noise band New Humans.  It did get very loud inside the Schwab Room once New Humans got going, looping sounds of electrical drills and breaking glass into thunderous rhythms.  Tajima watched intently from behind Atlas's edit station at first as multiple cameras (including one mounted on a crane that rolled along a short track laid on the floor) captured footage, but soon she moved onto the set to move the backgrounds and then to start smashing things herself.  I was loath to leave while the music was going on but wanted to see what Atlas was cooking up with Final Cut, so I ran over to the Phyllis Wattis Theater where I was treated to a gorgeously warped, fragmented version of what was being enacted live just a few feet away.  The power blew out halfway through, cutting off the video projection as well as the sound for New Humans, but they got everything restarted within a matter of minutes and went right back at it.