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Aperture : The Edge of Vision, Review
Sam Falls
Review of Apertures current exhibition The Edge of Vision: Abstraction in
Contemporary Photography
As a current student at the ICP-Bard MFA Program in Advanced Photographic
Studies it’s probably understandable that I was excited by the new exhibition at Aperture
Gallery: The Edge of Vision: Abstraction in Contemporary Photography. Beyond my
fascination with the medium of photography, I expected a lot from the show given it’s
title and the current trends in contemporary art, especially that readily present around
Chelsea galleries today, which is always trying to untangle itself from the history of New
York’s modernism and abstract expressionism movements without getting even more
entangled in the post-modern vines that leech out from modernism’s latticework, you
know, like trying to escape from quick sand; the more you struggle the quicker you sink.
And it seems like this leaning toward abstraction in photography has been something
radical yet intelligent, genuinely avant-garde without the preferentiality that always
hinders by never letting the baby breath on its own, never severing the umbilical cord. So
how does photography function in the realm of abstraction without being overtly
referential or reverential to painting and modernism? It’s simple, it refers to something
outside of the art world: the real world.
And that is why I am writing this article, because the show at the Aperture
Gallery, which I thought would shine a light on all those people I’ve been admiring as
they work freely and unassumingly in the world of subjective contemporary photography,
didn’t. In fact, about 78% of the work in The Edge of Vision felt like elementary
experiments by high school students who were excited by their initial findings in art
history books and photography surveys and attempted to work out some of the methods
and logic on their own. I’m not saying that this is bad, and I don’t mean to get down on
the artists involved so much as I want critique the curator Lyle Rexer. I don’t want to
point to the artist’s work chosen for the show and then for each an example by James
Welling or Wolfgang Tillmans where that very work has already been done better,
exhibited, and written about. I want to look at some younger artists working today and
contemporary writing about photography and abstraction that warrants a show much
more stimulating and encompassing than what is not worth seeing at Aperture right now.
In the press release Rexer defines abstraction as “a departure from or the eliding
of an immediately apprehensible subject”, yet this applies less to the images in the
exhibition than a more appropriate definition from the dictionary: “freedom from
representational qualities in art”. If that were what Rexer meant, it wouldn’t make the
show more interesting, but it would at least be true. But he was after something more,
like the second definition of abstraction in the dictionary “the quality of dealing with
ideas rather than events”. Now this sounds worthy of a show and I think this is what we
should expect, since abstraction has meant more in art than ‘non-representational’ for at
least 50 years now. In fact, Rexer’s definition doesn’t imply non-representational at all,
but I couldn’t make out a single noun in the entire collection of images. To help us
viewers with this Rexer decided to put up a paragraph of wall text next to each image and
call me old-fashioned, but if that’s what it takes to understand/ get into the piece, separate
from the artist’s title, than maybe there should have been more work done on the artist’s
end. It is appropriate here to look at George Baker’s recent essay Photography and
Abstraction, in which he draws the parallel between photography and Frederic Jameson’s
model of finance capital:
We must begin to imagine an earlier, modernist abstraction not happily
canceled, but in fact redoubled – raised to a higher level in both social
forms and aesthetic language. For, as Jameson asserts, “postmodernism is
not really figurative in any meaningful realist sense or at least… it is now
a realism of the image rather than of the object and has more to do with
the transformation of the figure into a logo than with the conquest of new
‘realistic’ and representational languages.” (Baker, 8)
In returning to an idea of an image relying solely on its non-representational quality with
this in mind all we are left with is something decorative, a practice in modernist
aesthetics where autonomy was a worthy artistic dialogue, but that debate is a dead horse.
Photography in its own right, without the help of the artist, has entered a phase beyond
representation, even in the most documentary standpoint, as the world itself exists in our
era of ‘post-production’ late capitalism as metonym, and to exercise a simple work in
non-representational abstraction is in a sense self-indulgent meaningless “abstraction of
an abstraction”.
The way that the Nike Swoosh was created as a unique image reference and used
to directly imply a shoe company 50 years ago is analogous to the way that Silvio Wolf’s
abstract prints from blank film exposed to light or the end of a roll’s color field refer to
photography without employing the medium’s actually function of representation. They
are both modernist approaches, the later still functioning in the Aperture show the way it
would have 50 years ago, while the Nike Swoosh presented now exactly as it was 50
years ago in all its non-representational glory implies something infinitely more
complicated and abstract. As Baker implements Jameson again:
As with finance capital, Jameson will find this new structure in the
‘recoding’ of a previously abstracted form; as he puts it the difference
between modernist and postmodern abstraction is “the distinction between
an object and its expression and an object whose expression has in fact
virtually become another object in its own right.” (Baker, 10)
This duality was directly addressed by Walead Beshty’s last show Popular
Mechanics (March 3 – April 4, 2009) at Wallspace in New York. There were two very
distinct types of images shown together here, at once juxtaposed and merged. One set
were large (all roughly 100 by 50 inches) non-representational colorful C-prints sharing
the same title (except the dates according to when they were printed): Three Color Curl
(CMY: Irvine, California, August _, 2008, Fuji Crystal Archive Type C. The other images
were black and white portraits titled first by the sitter’s profession and then their initials,
such as a woman sitting in her office labeled Curator (American), EH, Washington, D.C.,
August 22, 2008, Epson Ultrachrome K3 Ink jet print on Hahnemuhle Photo Rag paper
(2009, 35 3/4 by 25 3/4 inches). These black and white portraits, all the same size, are
accompanied by several matching black and white prints of places and things involved
with the photograph’s life, such as Wide-format Inkjet Printer (Epson), Los Angeles,
California, July 25, 2008, Epson Ultrachrome K3 Ink jet print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag
paper and 8 x 10 Horizontal Enlarger (Fotar), Irvine, California, July 18, 2008, 2009,
Epson Ultrachrome K3 Ink jet print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag paper. While Beshty’s
beautiful abstract prints could have alone carried the show and could have fit right in The
Edge of Vision show, they don’t, because that modernist appeal is not Beshty’s intent,
they are only implemented as the seduction to get at a much more interesting and
contemporary issue. By including the portraits of an art student, a collector, the
collector’s private gallery, a curator, an artist, and the machines used to create all the
prints in the show, Beshty is exposing the loaded socio-political world surrounding not
only his own artwork, but the art world in general. In doing so Beshty points to the
industry of art and where abstraction in modernism pointed to the subjective genius of the
individual artist, Beshty redefines abstraction and turns it on its head in Popular
Mechanics as we realize that his sublime abstractions are produced by and for so many
other people and reasons that he himself disappears from the picture.
At this point it would be unfair not to mention the book by Rexer, published by
Aperture, which accompanies the exhibition, or vice versa. The book is much more of an
encompassing survey, even including images and text on the aforementioned foremen
and contemporary examples of full-bodied artists working with abstraction in
photography. It is also important to point out that even though Rexer includes images by
Beshty, Tillmans, and Welling in the book, which works like a survey of ‘abstraction in
photography’, he is only leveling them out and pulling them down to the field where
people like Bill Armstrong and Silvio Wolf play, which is a regressive and actively
boring place. As the press release informs us, “Bill Armstrong creates optical
reverberations by photographing his subjects with the lens set at infinity, then taking the
results and rephotographing and processing them. The outcome is a visually destabilizing
experience that undermines the eye’s ability to resolve the image and explores the
position of the viewer in relation to the work”. I think it is safe to say by looking at
Armstrong’s work, such as Mask and Mandala (which graces the cover of the book and is
in the show), that this nice extrapolation from his fuzzy work could also be summed up as
‘intentionally OUT OF FOCUS pictures’. It doesn’t take a genius to focus a camera,
which I’m sure Armstrong can do, but it certainly doesn’t make one a genius when you
un-focus the camera and then take a picture of the out of focus print, and print it again. I
would like to deduce that this makes one the opposite of a genius, and the work is just an
example of exercises in futility and brain numbing conceptualism. I could say exactly the
same for Silvio Wolf, whose images are just extravagant prints of film exposed to light
then processed so the image gets wiped out, yet the press release likes to phrase it as, “a
journey into photographic comprehension and personal contemplation. These images,
documentary but ambiguous in their references, invite us to suspend our compulsive
desire for resolution and meaning in favor of an unfolding range of metaphoric
associations and intellectual speculations”. First of all, I think our “desire for resolution”
passed out a century ago with people like James Joyce and Picasso, and if Rexer or
whoever wrote this tuned in to western civilization they would find out that Wolf isn’t the
only one “in favor of an unfolding range of metaphoric associations and intellectual
speculations”, he just happens to appeal to the intellect of a seventh grader on acid. If
anyone who had the most minute understanding of film photography were to look at his
“Voyager” images they could immediately infer how and why they are abstracted –
because of pre-empted exposure to light or the end of a roll’s always pleasant yellow to
black fade – and this kind of shoots the metaphorical/intellectual excuse in the foot.
But enough criticism on the Edge of Vision, it could go on forever and only get
more frustrating. Let’s offer another substitute. Again, I want to forego artists who have
already done everything that is happening in the show here and been recognized for it,
like Uta Barth and Sarah Charlesworth, and look at someone who has acknowledged
these and other artists and made artwork that advances the dialogue. Paul Pfeiffer, who
works with appropriated imagery in his project “Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse”
(begun in 2000), subtly caries out a process of digital erasure and camouflaging that
looks at issues from race and religion to fame and the modern spectacle. Using pictures
from online archives, magazines, television, and film, Pfeiffer takes iconic images of
basketball players in action with their face hidden by their arm and erases the ball to
create an picture of what looks to be a man in a state of epiphany or religious reverie, or
completely erases Marilyn Monroe from some of her famous studio shots so that all we
see is the image of the backdrop completely filled in. These pictures exist as mural prints
and we look at them as viewers of a spectacle, but a scene completely removed from the
image’s original context and intended spectacle. As Gloria Sutton explains, “Pfeiffer’s
appropriation and subsequent erasure of found imagery in ‘The Four Horsemen of the
Apocalypse’ pressures the formal conventions of the figure study and at the same time
suggests a catastrophic or violent end for figural representation.” Like Beshty, Pfeiffer is
working with a truly updated sense of photography and abstraction, where it isn’t about
exploring the “mechanics of perception and its relation to form and meaning” as the press
release suggests, which sounds like a student’s vague application to an MFA program,
but actually looking honestly at how photography functions in society today and informs
both the art world and western culture now, which is, as we’ve already discussed, already
abstract.
5/22/2009

GARFIELD by Jamie CT
garfield? garfield?
he's not on
his sidekick
he's not nodding off
on the couch
in front of rock of
love bus
he's not huffin butts
in the parking lot
behind the
c. shop

he hasn't treed
himself again
i checked the
usual trees
i called jon
he's not being
mean to jon
at home
i drove by the
liquor store
his car weren't
there
his yoga class
meets on tuesdays
i called most of his
girlfriends, no leads
i know he switch
hits, time to time

none of the boys
are even around
they are all in miami,
greener pastures
maybe he fell asleep
in a bathroom again
maybe he is playing
wow in a basement
his audi is here, his
razor scooter is busted
odie is around
if nermal turns up

chopped up in
the garbage
naw, im j.k., nermal
texted me like
ten minutes ago
asking how i've been
i'm not about
to text back
"garfield, you
pendejo
greasedumpster"
homeboy comes home
swinging his fat paws
like waxy pendulums
dripping meatsaucee
its two thirty in the afternoon
and he just got back from
a night of treachery
and hedonism
he cheats at cards,
he smokes my weed
when i'm in the bathroom
trying to calm down
i managed to get a solid
six hours of sleep
before he started loudly
licking himself in the corner
it sounded like "a tortured
fielding furnace"
thats how he
described it
like i said he's
a tool
"i showed up at
a party and garfield
had already hit three
women"
i actually dont think
its funny to even
joke about hitting
women which is
why its somber that
i have to mention
that he has an attitude
with women, a bad one
he hates that vet lady
so much and all she
does is try and give
jon a little bustle

people keep asking
me how there can
be god and also
garfield

nobody could hold my attention like fat joe
fat joe could buy attention, instead he hoards it
apparently fat joe has the same
nightmare every night-
the situation is simple
he is alone in a house
and there is a tornado
i assured everyone in the car
that fat joe was really not a good guy
as we were driving to his house in the country.
fat joe has a house in kansas, he smokes
"little cigars"
he smokes weed and shoots guns, his home looks
like the adams family mansion
only his puggsley is even chubbier
"don't puff on a blunt until you see him handle it,"
i warned my friends,
"he's notorious for smoking blunts domed out
with deadly nightshade"
catz

(poems by JCT from gaiatincture.blogspot.com)
dead cats
theres so many
dead cats
i will pet when
i die,
feel the soft grass
that is the fur
of a giant balled
up dead cats











