Online Exhibition Listings

There are some excellent Arts resources online, but all have different strengths or weaknesses. Here are some of the Exhibitions listings sites I find myself returning to, but I'm always happy to hear if you have any other suggestions:

First up, New Exhibitions is an good resource for simple listings although it is no frills and much more useful in its free regular printed ‘map’ format.

As a more comprehensive resource, ArtRabbit is my current favorite. It holds informative gallery pages and archives, is inclusive and has a great mapping feature identifying other galleries or venues in proximity to your chosen show - so you can easily plan a series of visits around an area.

For a more dynamic experience, you could join Art Calendar. Here, you can maintain a personal calendar, which is updated with listings that you can mark your attendance at. This is attached to the Art Review Magazine Social Network, so to use it you will have to join first. That's not such a bad thing as you have access to many informative and well written reviews and articles - but it is a little over-loaded, difficult to navigate and clunky and slow at times. It is still at the BETA testing stage, so maybe wait until it's fully launched. In the mean time, the less interactive but smoother and equally informative ArtSlant is a better choice.

Finally, Galleries.co.uk is a very basic list of openings and launch events and is extremely useful for those of the 'ligging' persuasion. Most of the above sites have a stated International scope, but have some kind of bias in their submissions. My own use of these sites is more limited to London, UK, so I’m not sure how the perspective of another city or country would change my recommendation.

Of those more general ‘What’s On’ sites that include Exhibitions as a category - Spoonfed is a pretty good general guide and is fairly comprehensive, although difficult to search in any detail beyond ‘Exhibition’. A better bet is Time Out Online, which has a more powerful search engine and a more active feedback community. Time Out’s brand popularity, however, means they are subject to a barrage of submissions and – as a forgivable result – they often limit the scope of their entries to the firmly established venues. They do list fringe exhibitions and events, but their selections are often quite random and erratic. I also quite like View London – it lacks the editorial content of Time Out, but has a very broad scope of entries and a clear streamlined and easy to navigate platform.

Feel free to send me some more suggestions and I’ll happily expand this list. Next time, I’m going to suggest some of the blogs I’ve been enjoying…

Trouble at the ICA

I have mixed feelings over the current financial problems suffered by the Institute of Contemporary Arts, but, over the last few years, the ailing institution has seemingly done everything in its power to erode any goodwill amongst the public and artists alike.

That goodwill was originally quite substantial. The ICA holds a near legendary status as a bridge between the fringe and the establishment, where the most exciting new arts would take their first steps into the spotlight, In the 1940’s, the ICA's founders intended to establish a space where artists, writers and scientists could debate ideas outside of the traditional confines of the Royal Academy. During its heyday in the 1950s and 1960s it was home to an early exhibition of works by Jackson Pollock, the American abstract expressionist, as well as the first British Pop Art show. It held this unique position up to the early 1990s, when it staged shows by Damien Hirst and Jake and Dinos Chapman and advocated the emergent YBAs.

However, since the middle of that decade, its association with pioneering artworks comes to an abrupt halt and it’s been almost 15 years since the ICA has held an event or exhibition of note. This is fundamentally due to a loss of identity that has seen it increasing positioning itself as a museum of past glories – engaging with the established contemporary ‘commercial’ trends instead of searching out the challenging and ‘dangerous’ of the finges. An institution whose raison d’etre was to take risks on a very prominent and public scale has suddenly limited its scope to a dialogue with the fringe arts of its heyday, a territory already well covered by our generously museume’d capitol.

Ekow Eshun, the current artistic director, has paid much lip service about deliberately eschewing big-name established artists – yet at the same time has restricted programming, limited experimental and community projects and instead foolishly attempted to compete with far larger public arts venues such as Tate Modern, the Barbican and the South Bank centre. The ICA was established because London had commercial and public art spaces, but lacked a prominent enough experimental venue. Ekow should also note that the ICA was NEVER about big-name established artists, its power was the fact it exhibited people before they became big-name established artists. Some of these artists would have had difficulty exhibiting on that profile anywhere else in central London.

This is depressing, because the ICA is quite unique in this role. We still have an art ‘establishment’ as exclusive and difficult to access for the artist as the Academy and Cork Street were in the 40’s. Similarly, we have a fringe arts community still just as marginal to commercial and critical regard. The ICA, as it was intended, has a huge role to play yet. Nevertheless, to maintain relevance as long as it did – almost 50 years – is a huge achievement. Perhaps, its gradual loss of identity – and absorption into the mainstream was inevitable.

About one third of the ICA’s 90 staff are now to lose their jobs and exhibitions are to be scaled back. Perhaps a recent Arts Council Grant may help change direction at the ICA and save further redundancy?

I sincerely hope so.

If not, then perhaps right now we should be looking not for the artists of the future, but instead toward the next generation of pioneering curators and gallerists to help fill that void.

Frieze Art Fair

So...er...Frieze...

Frieze anyone? Londons premier Arts Fair?

wait...what happened to Frieze? Does anyone care? I seem to recall it used to be a contender, but all I can see from the opening is a low-grade art (trade) show lig-fest. Hmmm...oh well...at least it's a "great excuse to watch people", according to London's struggling Evening Standard freepaper (indeed a glowing beacon of cultural commentary).

Move along art lovers, nothing to see here...

In my deeply opinionated opinion, it doesn't warrant more than a feeble paragraph next to the two best London Exhibitions of 2009 so far, both of which shared an opening week: this and this.

Black Powers! (Swiss Cottage Gallery)

I'm only a cursory comic enthusiast, but I do count a number of Graphic Novels amongst some of my favorite pieces of contemporary literature. I feel that the sheer scale of invention, imagination and subversion across some of the best mainstream and independent writers deserves as much attention and recognition as our more traditional arts and literature receives.

Additionally - with luminaries including Moore, Gaiman, Millar, Ennis and many others - UK graphic novelists a have been wildly successful, critically and commercially, on an international scale - far in advance of the influence of the country in most other creative media. There are many discussions elsewhere as to why this may be, but the one thing we can be certain of - it is not as a result of the media being supported, embraced or respected by our cultural establishment.

This is why I am very interested in the Black Powers exhibition - a part of the 2009 Black History Season - opening at the Swiss Cottage Library and Gallery later this month. The exhibition will focus on English language comic book representations of the African and African-Caribbean characters over the last 100 years and dissect whether these depictions throughout the years have reinforced the prevalent black stereotypes of the day.

The collection coheres around black representations through the imagery and language of the comic book medium: representation as markers of both historical and contemporary struggles. The theme is developed through archival works from the 1930’s to the present-day and culminates with a display of the singular comic art of Patrice and John Aggs, Paul Peart-Smith, Woodrow Phoenix and Lance Tooks.

This is exactly the kind of serious curatorial project that advocates for the importance of the medium - my only disappointment is that we haven't seen an equivalent retrospective at one of our larger institutions to date! In the post Summer exhibition slump, here is the opportunity to explore the interesting and exciting fringes of the London art scene and this little show might just be an ideal opportunity to entertain a little more diversity.

Black Powers!

Oct 9th to Nov 5th

The Gallery @ Swiss Cottage Library

88 Avenue Road

Swiss Cottage

London

NW3 3HA

website

Jennie Gunhammar (Diemar/Noble Photography)

Jennie Gunhammar, "Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond"

7th May - 17th June, 2009

Diemar/Noble Photography, 66/67 Wells Street, London W1

www.diemarnoble.com

I have been hoping for a new space for photography in London for some time. For some reason, this country has long been reluctant to embrace photography as a Fine Art and the hangover from this reluctance has left the Capital poorly served for the medium. It took until 1971 for our first independent gallery devoted to photography to open and it is somewhat disconcerting that the titular Photographers’ Gallery is still only one of a handful of venues representing the art form.

From the pioneering work of Fox Talbot to the populist art of Martin Parr - and at many points in between - British Photographers still punch above the weight of this little obstinate island, but time and again recognition, support and celebration has come from overseas.

I love London, it is a true global city charged with cultural energy, but this makes the underrerpresentation of probably the most exciting of contemporary fine art forms practically criminal! Photography is probably the most accessible of media to practitioners, collectors and enthusiasts. It is at the root of our new media and it’s universality and versatility ensure it’s relevance in the digital age is in no way open to question. If I had the knowledge, the funding and the tenacity to open a commercial gallery in London, it would be a photography gallery and, if I did open a commercial gallery in London, it would be very much like Diemar/Noble.

The space in Fitzrovia has only just launched and it currently midway through it’s opening exhibition of the Swedish born photographer, Jennie Gunhammar.

The images are a powerful and intimate portrait of Gunhammar’s identical twin sister Jess and her partner, Stan. Stan is 30 years senior to Jess and is living with Parkinson’s disease, whilst she is suffering from Lupus, a chronic disorder affecting the immune system. The narrative of their illnesses hangs over their everyday life as a loving couple, but Gunhammar’s work instead concentrates on the intimacy of their relationships. The work is intensely personal on a documentary level, but it is presented with layers of poetic meaning that reach out to the universal and transcendent qualities of love, the contrast between the immense intimidating power and tender fragility that coexist in love.

What is more striking to me is the aesthetic beauty of the images, they do not patronize the subjects or attempt to gloss over the physical degradation of illness, but do offer a dignity and grace that really brings to mind the work of Nan Goldin.

Also of note is the fact that Jennie shares the illness of her sister Jess and – particularly in the images of Jess alone - there is an extraordinary sense of the work representing a kind of vicarious autobiography, channeled through the portraits of her twin. I simply cannot think of another photography doing this and – whether intentional or simply instinctual – it is very tangible and does add a further unique dimension to the work.

It is a challenging, powerful and quite unique exhibition, a modest sophomore study with a difficult theme that represents an incredibly brave inaugural show for a new gallery, especially in the current financial climate. They apparently intend to circulate contemporary photographers alongside classic vintage work from a diverse range of artists and it’s exactly the kind of exciting arts programming we need right now.

B+

Iza Genzkin (Whitechapel Gallery)

Iza Genzkin

The Whitechapel Gallery, April – June 2009

I hadn’t managed to visit the Whitechapel since it’s much discussed reopening and I have to admit that my main reason for visiting the current retrospective of the German multi media artist Iza Genzken was to explore the newly restructured space.

In a time where most of the exhibitions at high profile spaces arrive with a fanfare of commentary, it was actually quite refreshing to attend an exhibition by an artist I knew very little about.

Genzken is a 1960s graduate of the dynamic Düsseldorf Academy. Seemingly, she has a reputation as a challenger of the Modernist agenda. Her main concerns lie in tackling the relationships between public and private space, artistic autonomy and collective experience. The background comes largely from the reams of text that accompany the show, rather than within the work itself. What the work does declare, almost immediately, is that this is very much art about art again, folks.

The most dominant exhibits could loosely be described as sculptural, although photographs and other two dimensional work are represented. Some of these early pieces are certainly formally pleasing and tease at autobiographical narrative. Amongst the multi-media clutter, the large scale towers of primary coloured industrial glass pay testament to her love affair with New York, the worlds second best city. Her wooden carvings, two parallel op-art canoes, reference Bridget Riley and Brancusi with artschool efficiency and rephotographed 60s Hi-Fi advertisements appealed to my music-tech geekiness. However, the further she traveled from the 60s – and the further I traveled into the space - things started to unravel. Notebooks and decorated found objects seemed lazy and tired, even painfully juvenile. The more media she stirs into her multi-media-masala, the more diluted the narrative becomes, until the more recent work descends into a bizarre mix of collage and piled junk and emphemera. It’s dated in a way that made me feel like I was in a primetime 80s sitcom facsimile of a generic ‘modern artist’ studio – and not really in a good way.

Several years ago I traveled back up north to visit my family for Christmas. For many reasons it was the first time since my childhood that my mother had played host to such a comprehensive gathering of friends and relations. Ever the sentimentalist, she had put a heroic amount of effort into the Christmas meal and, as we took our places around the overcrowded table, the joy and pride on her face was tangible. As the carving knife hovered expectantly over the turkey, she took a moment to thank us all for coming together and told us how very happy she was to see everyone finally sitting down as a whole family. Heads bowed in a thoughtful silence, a silence that barely had time to register before it was shattered by my 80-year-old grandmother shouting, “Lesbians!”

Needless to say, that simple, random and totally unexpected outburst took ownership of the festive memory for years to come. My mother has long since suggested that this incident marked the first ripples of dementia or senility, but aside from that wonderful old womans legendary resilience, I only have to remember the devious sparkle in her eyes, as the dinner table descended into laughter and all attention was once again paid to her, to know this is not the case. She did that just because she could, because she craved that attention and because – family moments be damned! – she had been around long enough to earn the right do act any way she chose. It was just an outrageous reminder to my mum that she wasn’t the matriarch just yet.

It was this memory that most occupied my thoughts as I explored Genzkens later work and it was hard not to imagine her as a self-styled matriarch demanding attention in an ever more outlandish fashion from an audience who she had never quite manage to fully engage.

Every time she shifts in media or concept, a quick glance at the date reveals her trying to appropriate some contemporary trend, but always just a few years out. The worst revelation is just how thoughtless and facile the work becomes compared to her earliest work. She clearly had a talent at some point, but that seems long since abandoned. I’m aware that much of this is intended to be a critique of Modernism, but it’s laboured and – like a paralogical argument - ends up critiquing itself up it’s own arthole.

I don’t want to be entirely uncharitable, but the inconsistency of the work created a wholly disjointed feel to the retrospective – a disjointedness so prominent that it would even be quite difficult for a single artist to create by design. The pieces that demonstrated some promise, some layer and some skill or craft or thoughtfulness, ended up looking inconspicuous in the company of their awkward antecedents.

I think my description probably makes the exhibition seem more entertaining than it actually is. Overall, I couldn’t enjoy Genzkin’s erratic artwork because it’s innate schizophrenia somehow felt like a contrived facsimile of either ‘outsider’ art or a dated greatest hits of a dozen other contemporary pioneers.

The reason I detest the music of someone like James Blunt, with a passionate hate I could never muster for even the most pointless pop or obnoxious gabba hardcore, is largely because I love the artists he seems to aspire to so much. With someone like Dylan or Buckley, at their best, every lyric and word feels directly channeled from their heart or soul. It seems that they are musicians because they need to be and their work feels like a natural extension of themselves, something that takes form of itself, just barely contained by the medium that carries it. There is a sense of purpose and meaning that is innately real, whereas Blunt beats words and chords painfully into a distorted fifth generation copy of that realness, attempting to fool the listener into believing there is emotion and poetry entirely through confidence trick suggestion. It is that very banal familiarity to something meaningful, its pretense, that actually makes it appallingly offensive. It’s music for people who don’t like music.

I suppose what I’m trying to say, is that Genzkin – artistically speaking - comes across in my mind as some strange fusion of my Gran and James Blunt. She may have earned her place at the table through longevity and tenacity, but her work alone is all the more underwhelming for its aspiration.

C+