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Clyfford Still’s dysfunctional relationship with MoMA

This morning I posted about Clyfford Still’s relegation to an out-of-the-way gallery in the Museum of Modern Art’s ‘Abstract Expressionist New York,’ which opens on Sunday. I posited that one reason Still is substantially excluded from MoMA’s New York abex timeline is that he did not play well with others, particularly with MoMA. Here’s more…

It’s not completely clear where the relationship between Clyfford Still and the Museum of Modern Art went wrong. It may have something to do with some slight Still perceived receiving from MoMA curator Dorothy Miller. (And by “perceived” I mean, “‘manufactured.”) It may be because MoMA wanted to include Still’s works in MoMA-organized exhibitions that traveled internationally, exhibitions that Still considered politically-motivated and not art-focused. (In a letter to Albright-Knox director Gordon Smith, Still called these traveling exhibitions, “perennial circuses abroad.”) It may be that MoMA expressed interest in Mark Rothko and Barnett Newman, and to Still the friends of his “enemies” — his word — were his enemies.

Clyfford Still did not dislike MoMA, he hated it. Still hated MoMA so much that he spewed vitriol about the institution to anyone who would listen. Aside from his servile wife Patricia, no one involved in art listened more to Still than did Gordon Smith. The two men regularly corresponded by letter and often talked on the phone as well. Smith disliked these exchanges, but kept them up — and saved the letters in the A-K’s archive — because he knew that they were historically valuable and because he knew that they would reveal the vengeful man behind the paintings.

How much did Still detest MoMA? In his letters to Smith — and in his conversations with others, including the late, great collector and patron Betty Freeman — Still called MoMA “the Great Gas Chamber of culture on 53rd Street.” [Image below: Clyfford Still, 1951, Hans Namuth. Collection of the National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institution.]

Still’s most bombastic comment to Smith about the Museum of Modern Art was in reference to a Still painting that MoMA purchased. The letter doesn’t identify the painting to which Still referred, but it’s pretty easy to figure out.  As I noted earlier, MoMA has just two Still paintings: the magnificent 1944-N No. 2 (1944) which came to the museum from Sidney and Harriet Janis and 1951-T No. 3 (1951), a much less-great painting that MoMA purchased in 1954. (This does not necessarily mean that several decades of MoMA curators have chosen to avoid Still. During his lifetime, Still sold only about 150 paintings. He also gave 31 to the Albright-Knox and 28 to SFMOMA. Ninety-four percent of his output — 825 paintings and 1,575 works on paper — was in his control when he died and is now in the collection of the Clyfford Still Museum. As a result, MoMA hasn’t really had the opportunity to develop the depth in Still that it has in Kline, Pollock, Rothko or other abexers.)

In that letter to Smith, Still claimed that he had intentionally sold the Museum of Modern Art a painting other than the one the museum thought it was buying — and that MoMA didn’t know enough to catch his switcheroo:

“Since they were only after my name, I deliberately made the replica very slight and willfully of indifferent quality. In other words, I was willing to stab myself to defy and teach this monster my contempt of it.”

That painting, the alleged ‘replica’, is now on view in MoMA’s “Abstract Expressionist New York.” The ‘original’ was presumably part of the Still estate, and may now be in the collection of the Clyfford Still Museum. (It was not unusual for Still to paint multiple versions of the same painting, but I know of no other example of Still keeping the ‘replica’ from the collector or institution that had acquired the ‘original.’)

Related: Part one on MoMA’s ‘Abstract Expressionist New York’ and the (almost) missing abexer. Part three with some more Still venom. Dorothy Miller discusses Still in an oral history interview conducted by Avis Berman for the Smithsonian Archives of American Art. Betty Freeman and Clyfford Still, from a remembrance I published on the occasion of Freeman’s death.

MoMA’s (almost) missing New York abex’er

His absence haunts the first three-quarters of MoMA’s survey of New York abstract expressionist painting, which opens on Sunday. From the beginning the show is filled with his rivals and friends from the 1940s: Jackson Pollock whom he befriended and later told friends that he believed he could have saved, Mark Rothko, with whom he was best friends for two years before an unknown dispute turned them into “enemies” (his word) and Barnett Newman, whom he believed had stolen everything from him and resented him for it.

The missing painter is Clyfford Still, one of the major early figures of New York abstract expressionism, and probably the only there-at-the-dawn abstract expressionist who developed his abex style outside New York. Inexplicably, Clyfford Still isn’t in the first couple galleries of MoMA’s exhibition where the other paintings from 1944 and 1945 are, his work is near the end, tucked awkwardly into an out-of-place gallery along with sculptures by Louise Nevelson and David Smith and paintings by Franz Kline.

MoMA owns one fantastic Still,1944-N No. 2 (1944, above). Had the painting been installed where it might have been, amongst other paintings from that year, it would have been a thunderbolt, a painting that showed how intense Still’s canvases were even at the beginning of his mature period. (For example: In 1943 Pollock was still working through representational elements.)

Other Stills from about this time are just as forceful: 1944-G (1944) at SFMOMA is a haunting vertical abstraction.  Untitled (formerly Self-Portrait) (1945, right) may be the most mysterious ’self-portrait’ of the 20th century. (Peggy Guggenheim purchased it and gave it to SFMOMA in 1947.) Meanwhile, back in MoMA’s opening galleries, Robert Motherwell, William Baziotes, Mark Rothko and Pollock begin their sometimes timid journeys away from figuration and representation. By 1944 Still’s timidity was gone, never to return to his canvases — or his dealings with others.

MoMA curator Ann Temkin’s failure to include Still where he belongs — in the first gallery of the installation, with the other ‘founders’ of the movement — is a perpetuation of an art historical oversight and may even be the institutional continuing of a grudge-match.

MoMA’s dislocation of Still begs the question: Why did Temkin toss Still off into an awkward gallery of ‘others?’ There are probably two reasons. First: Still didn’t develop his mature abex style in New York. MoMA’s best Still (it has only two Still paintings) was made outside the rubric of this installation. Still moved to New York in late spring 1945. The Still above is dated 1944. It was  likely painted in Richmond, Va., while Still briefly taught at what is now called Virginia Commonwealth University. Still moved from Richmond to New York after the spring term ended in 1945. (On the other hand, MoMA seems to have wandered from its exhibition premise and title — ‘Abstract Expressionist New York’ — in at least one other instance: Included here is Sam Francis’ magnificent Big Red (1953). Francis lived in Paris in 1953 and his only New York sojourn was a brief spell in 1959 when he was working on a commission for a bank.)

The other reason that Still isn’t in the exhibition’s ‘founders gallery’ is that Clyfford Still was a paranoid, insulting, mean-spirited, grandiose, pompous, officious, self-important jerk. He treated MoMA and its curators badly and made it difficult for the museum to exhibit — let alone own! — his work. In many ways, Still has no one but himself to blame for MoMA’s disinterest in him and the museum’s apparent disinterest in properly contextualizing his work. Throughout today and tomorrow I’ll share some examples here of the kind of behavior that has likely resulted in MoMA pushing Still out of his proper place in this kind of exhibition.

The first example involves Still’s response to Mark Rothko’s suicide. For several years Rothko and Still were compatriots, brothers-in-arms. Then they split. Why is not clear. But when Still split with you, he really split with you.

This story came to me from Bob Buck, a former deputy director at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery. (The A-K had a long association with Still, who eventually gave the museum 31 paintings in 1964.) Buck, later director of the Brooklyn Museum, worked at the A-K under Gordon Smith, who for many years was the art world administrator with whom Still got along best. The two often conversed on the phone, conversations in which Still said such hateful things about curators, museums and other directors that Smith used to leave his office, walk down to Buck’s, and tell him about the conversation. Buck told me that Smith seemed to feel the need to purge himself of the intense dislikes that Still unloaded upon him. From my 2005 conversation with Buck:

“When Rothko died, this is how I remember it: Gordon received a call from Still… I think Still was kind of enraged about there being such a laudatory, wonderful obituary in the New York Times that morning. He went on vituperating this dead man, and ended up by saying to Gordon on the phone, ‘Evil befalls those who live evil lives.’ Then he hung up.”

Continued: Understanding Clyfford Still’s dysfunctional relationship with the Museum of Modern Art — and how far Still was willing to go to exacerbate it. More of Still’s trademark venom.

Opening up MoMA’s storage locker

I suspect this will be discussed plenty in the coming months, but MoMA’s latest ‘national museum shows local artists’ show reveals the (still) painfully obvious: When MoMA expanded earlier this decade, it didn’t build enough gallery space. Not even close. [Image: Adolph Gottlieb, Blast, I, 1957.]

There are plenty of paintings in MoMA’s abex-in-our-city survey that should be out of storage more often, including major paintings by Gottlieb and Reinhardt but also works by less-famed abexers such as Hedda Sterne. Fortunately it’s easy to see all those Gottliebs online. (Oh, wait…)

So who/what would you most like to see MoMA get out of storage and onto the walls? For me: Andre Derain’s thrusting Bathers is The Forgotten 1907 Painting, the great work doomed to be forever overshadowed by the two other greater-than-great 1907 paintings. What/who would you pick? MoMA’s collection website is, er, a work-in-progress, but give it a whirl…

Wednesday links

MAN gets inside Frieze magazine!

After Jerry Saltz torched Frieze magazine for allowing Rob Storr to review a show curated by a protege with whom Storr has a long and close professional association, MAN asked a source at Frieze if there were other examples of rampant cronyism in the magazine. The source gave me these examples…

1.) The magazine assigned part-time TV soap opera actor and MOCA director Jeffrey Deitch to review a particular episode of the television program “General Hospital.” From Deitch’s review: “I wish Michelangelo were here to see ‘General Hospital.’ Mike would have been so enthusiastic. As you know, Mike was famously collegial and supportive of other artists, so I’m sure he would have particularly appreciated the star turn by a young, double-breasted, bespectacled actor from New York.” In response to criticism from MAN, the magazine tweeted that the haters were “in a bad mood” and that they were probably “Guiding Light”  fans.

2.) The magazine asked Robert Storr to review a painting by Philip Pearlstein. The painting is a portrait of Rob Storr. The magazine tweeted its response: “OMG you guys! R face is sooo red!! Didn’t realize it was the same person!!!!! “Ignorance breeds contempt, but in this case we still love Rob(ert).”

3.) “The Philippe de Montebello Years,” a 2008 Metropolitan Museum of Art exhibition of acquisitions made during de Montebello’s tenure as Met director, was reviewed by a critic Frieze identified as “former Museum of Fine Arts, Houston director Philippe de Montebello.” UPDATE: Jennifer Higgie, the magazine’s co-editor, just sent me a note saying that de Montebello’s review of de Montebello was perfectly legit, but that if it wasn’t that it was de Montebello’s fault. “It isn’t a review, in the conventional sense,” Higgie said. “It’s part of his regular column, ‘View from the Met’s Staircase,’ in which he has carte blanche to express his enthusiasms and bug-bears about shows/writers/artists/ideas that are engaging him at this point in time. That and we didn’t know he was director of the damn museum and had been for 31 years, OK? Now stop being a big meanie, you big meanie.”

4.) The magazine reviewed the last Frieze art fair with a full-page review, reproduced here in its entirety: “Fuck yeah, motherfucker, this was the bloody AWESOMEST art fair ever! I met Urs Fischer!!!! Hey Michelle Kuo, your magazine’s fair in Berlin sucks. Yeah, that’s right: I SAID IT.” When MAN criticized the review and noted that the German fair has nothing to do with the American magazine, Frieze tweeted: “I like nonsense — it wakes up the brain cells — Dr. Seuss.” It was not clear if the magazine was referring to MAN’s criticism or to its own coverage.

5.) The forthcoming book, “September: A History Painting by Gerhard Richter,” by Rob Storr will be reviewed in Frieze by Rob Storr. The source leaked to MAN a pre-publication version of Storr’s review, which ends: “If I were young, how would I want to begin my authorial life? With a book like this – because there’s never been one like it before.”

Maybe kids just love Frans Hals? (Adults too.)

Jonathan Jones has a nice post over at his blog about the first painting he remembers from childhood (albeit second-hand), was a Frans Hals. (Curiously, the image with his post is this Rijksmuseum painting, not this Hals portrait, which Jones ID’s as ‘his first painting.’)

Jones’ post — and don’t miss his links — took me back to the first painting I remember from my childhood. It’s also a Hals, Portrait of a Member of the Haarlem Civic Guard (1636-38, at left). The painting is now at the National Gallery, one of the works that Andrew Mellon bought from the Hermitage collection by way of a deal with Joseph Stalin.

Like Jones, my first experience with ‘my Hals’ was with something other than the real deal. I was in fourth grade and my teacher, Miss Brown, showed us a color print of a Hals. (She also showed us a Monet, but I don’t remember which one.) She leaned the print up against the blackboard at the front of the classroom and told us to write a paragraph or two about who this man is, why he’s posed that way, why he’s clothed that way, and so on. I have no idea what I wrote (thank god), but every time I’m at the National Gallery I see that orange-red sash and suddenly I’m back in Miss Brown’s classroom…

Who else remembers ‘their first painting?’ Leave it in the comments here or tweet it to me!

Weekend roundup

  • Christopher Knight says that LACMA’s latest fluff show, detailed here, is “a serious misstep” and “bizarre.”
  • In the LAT, David Pagel looks at Lari Pittman’s two-fer in Los Angeles and gushes.
  • The NYT’s Sam Dolnick finds a Richard Serra in the industrial South Bronx?
  • Also in the NYT, Karen Rosenberg takes on the National Gallery’s mini-look at Arcimboldo.
  • Oddest exchange of the week:  Jerry Saltz torched Rob Storr and Frieze magazine for a mind-bogglingly obvious bit of credibility-damaging cronyism. I promptly tweeted my agreement with Saltz. On Friday, Frieze tweeted that agreeing with Saltz was ‘ignorant’ and that Saltz and I were “not in possession of the facts.” I repeatedly invited the magazine to identify errors in Saltz’s piece. As of this posting, I’m still waiting. (Also: New York mag has not posted any corrections on Saltz’s write-up.)

Mark Bradford at the Wexner: Examining promise

Typically an artist receives a mid-career retrospective after that artist has created, explored and tested his artistic ‘language,’ after his work has demonstrated staying power, after he has moved past hot-new-thing and into established-figure territory.

As I noted last week, the Mark Bradford survey at the Wexner Center for the Arts comes just ten years into Bradford’s career, before all of that has had a chance to happen. Curator Christopher Bedford believes he has caught a rising star and is asking us to join him as Bradford ascends.

There are lots of good reasons to pay attention to what Bradford is doing.  I’m most interested in the way Bradford addresses issues around race and sexual orientation and identity. Also, the ways in which Bradford is re-imagining American landscape painting are often — but not always — exciting. And Bradford has skill at exploring these themes while allowing himself to dip into the 20th-century art historical canon. But the Wexner show reveals that it’s too soon for all the questions about Bradford’s explorations in these areas to be answered.

Bradford is a gay, black man and his most confident, assertive work mines his own personal history. Last week I wrote about Crow (2003), Bradford’s first in-depth examination of his own identity as expressed in an engagement with Robert Rauschenberg’s famed combine Canyon. The result is a mix of autobiography and a commentary on how American life has changed in the last 50 years. Bradford continued his examination of gay life in America in this year’s Paris is Burning, a collaged broadside that challenges the viewer with an expletive, a provocative slur and a misspelling.

Paris is Burning is among Bradford’s best pieces, works in which he merges his trademark urban-derived materials (such as advertising posters, billboard paper and the like) with social consciousness or assertive commentary on contemporary American life. The best example of Bradford engaging the now is Help Us (2008), the rooftop installation Bradford made about the federal government’s response to — and President Bush’s fly-over of — the post-Hurricane Katrina disaster. Help Us is Bradford’s most piercing work, but it is neither included in nor referenced in the Wexner show. I’m not sure how Bedford could have included it while maintaining the spirit of the work — would a photograph and wall-text have done that? — but it is one of the most important artworks Bradford has made and I miss it.

In between 2003’s Crow and 2010’s Paris is Burning, works that make declarative statements, Bradford was often content to raise open-ended questions… and that’s it. He paints, you decide. Works such as Bread and Circuses (2007, left) seem to open conversations rather than conclude them: Is that a Medusan swirl, an urban road network, an abstracted Trojan horse, a psychogeographic system, something else or all of the above? Is the silver background a reference to the way cinema projects false realities onto Bradford’s hometown of Los Angeles, a Warhol reference or both? Is the city alive and vibrant or is it vacuous? Those are all interesting questions and Bradford’s allusions to umpteen things at once are engage — and non-committal. The art world loves its valid explorations of theme, its spirit of dialogue, its invitations to discourse, and much of Bradford’s work wallows in that kind of Jaume Plensa-esque, can-we-all-get-along open-endedness. Bradford’s best art, like Crow, Paris is Burning and Help Us, takes stands. Time will tell if he thinks so too, if he tries to say more and ask less.

But making pointedly socially engaging work is hardly Bradford’s only interest. His most ambitious project is the re-imagining of American landscape painting, which has traditionally focused on open spaces, pastorals, the West and the like. Bradford’s landscapes are not exactly painted: They are urban and pointedly aerial. (Bradford’s paintings aren’t ‘urban’ in the way we refer to radio programming targeted at blacks as ‘urban radio,’ they’re urban because they’re dense, like cities.)

By my count, about a dozen of the 52 paintings in the Wexner present Bradford updating landscape-rooted abstraction. They examine the American metropolis by using some of the materials that distinguish it from suburbia, including the advertising posters that cover the temporary walls around empty lots or urban building projects, billboards and the like.  The paintings are readily identifiable as Bradfords in the same that’s-the-style-of way a an Apple ad on TV is readily identifiable as an Apple ad. Sometimes Bradford’s landscapes work more like a checklist than as memorable stand-alone images. If a work has the collaged elements I referenced above, plus some kind of binder, bright, catchy colors and is finished but not ‘polished,’ that’s a Bradford.

Bradford’s been making these landscape paintings for only six or seven years. They’re big and seductive. But I’m still not sure if individual works reward sustained viewing. I want to see how Bradford’s interest in urban landscapes evolves and grows. Are his aerially-derived compositions played out, a short fuse, or is there more he can do there? Are they all too similar? Reading the exhibition’s catalogue essay and seeing how closely essayists Bradford, Richard Schiff, Rob Storr and even (to a lesser extent) Katy Siegel examine them is to realize that a race to canonize them is underway. When I read so many smart people saying similar things about a body of work, I wonder anew how much breadth or depth it has.

If there’s one time-tested way for an artist to seduce the critical and curatorial class, it’s by loading his work with art historical references. (Uh, yeah.) Bradford is a master-synthesizer. For example: In Right There (2003, at top), Bradford manages to gracefully fuse Georgia O’Keeffe’s Manhattan (1932), with Charles Sheeler’s Americana (1931), flipping their dominant compositional shapes (a technique artists have used for 500 years) to create a mix of the island of Manhattan and a black-power-saluting fist.

And that’s just the beginning. Bradford mines Clyfford Still’s from-above viewpoint in his landscape abstractions, Ed Ruscha text paintings (in Juice, 2003 or James Brown is Dead, 2007), Jasper Johns’ flags (Value 87), Warhol’s silver screens and death-and-disaster paintings (Bread and Circuses and Disappear Like a Dope Fiend, respectively), Rauschenberg’s use of materials and centuries of trompe l’oeil tradition (Bradford’s Luma and related works ask the same questions about newspapers that Warhol asked about painting).

Bradford doesn’t just hit the boldface names, but also less-known artists such as Italian painter-collageists Mimmo Rotella and Alberto Burri. Bradford seems particularly likely to have learned a lot from Lee Mullican, whose Space (above, left) has long been a mainstay of LACMA’s contemporary art installations. I think Space is likely a Rosetta Stone for Bradford’s landscape abstraction, a painting from which Bradford learned, well, space, composition and energy. The debt is particularly apparent in Bradford’s Method Man (2004, above right) and Los Moscos (2004).

There’s no doubt that Bradford’s an artist worthy of attention and the Wexner’s Bradford survey makes that clear. But it also makes clear that there are still plenty of questions about his work, questions that I’m looking forward to seeing Bradford address over the next decade or two. As I noted in this post, Bradford seems to have recently taken a more declarative direction with his work. Maybe he’ll continue to grow — and maybe not. The race to canonize or historicize is run on a slippery path.

Related: Mark Bradford at the Wexner: Part one: Too much, too soon? Part two: Examining Bradford’s breakthrough work.

Oberlin’s Allen works visit the Phillips, but not just…

Over the last year or so, Oberlin College’s Allen Memorial Art Museum has been undergoing renovations to its galleries, particularly in its 1912 Cass Gilbert-designed building. (The museum has set up a Tumblr with more information on the construction.) While the work has been ongoing, Oberlin has sent works from its collection around Ohio and the East Coast. The result hasn’t been so much a series of stand-alone shows, as integrations of Oberlin’s works into collection installations at their temporary host museums. AMAM works have been or will be installed at MOCA Cleveland, the Akron Art Museum, the Cleveland Museum of Art, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and now the Phillips Collection.

The no-doubt-about-it headliner at the Phillips is Hendrik ter Brugghen’s marvelous Saint Sebastian Tended by Irene (1625), a jaw-dropping example of a top Utrecht Carravaggisti at his toppest. But I found myself particularly engaged by a less-renowned work, Herri met de Bles’ Landscape with the Conversion of Saul on the Road to Damascus, from about 1545 .

While the met de Bles is installed at the Phillips, the Washington painting to which it’s most closely related is Tintoretto’s over-the-top treatment of the same subject from about the same year [above].  It’s at the National Gallery of Art. (Like most Tintorettos it scoffs at 300-pixel reductions.) The Tintoretto and the met de Bles are strikingly similar: The movement of Saul’s party through a landscape, the landscape itself and so on. They’re also entertainingly revelatory about differences: Met de Bles was a typically tonally and compositionally-restrained Flemish painter. Tintoretto was a Baroque stylist, a wild-man with brushes. It’s almost hard to believe their two paintings were made in the same year — and it’s great that a visit to one Washington museum now practically requires a visit to another.

Could a ‘Big Four’ earthwork enter a museum collection?

In this morning’s Globe & Mail, James Adams reports that Richard Serra’s Shift, one of the four most important contemporary earthworks in North America,  could enter the collection of the Art Gallery of Ontario. The donation would earn a developer millions of dollars in tax breaks while saving the work and preserving public access to it. Talks are at a preliminary stage and have been entirely between the museum’s curators and the developer, but the AGO sounds interested in being involved. The G&M reports that Shift would be the AGO’s eleventh Serra. [Image via Flickr user Sunshine Never Ends.]

The other three major North American contemporary earthworks are in institutional collections: The Dia Art Foundation owns Robert Smithson’s Spiral Jetty and Walter De Maria’s The Lightning Field. Michael Heizer’s Double Negative is in MOCA’s collection.

Shift, which is located in King City, Ont., has a fascinating history. Serra considers it a pivotal work: “To me it was a breakthrough piece,” Serra told the Toronto Star several years ago when Shift was first threatened. “You can find many pieces (by others) which came after Shift. They have direct links back to that piece.”

Perhaps because Shift is outside the United States and perhaps because Serra made it in concrete and not his trademark core-ten steel, it’s not as well-known as earthworks in the American West or Serra’s other landscape interventions, such as this one at Storm King. The Storm King piece, titled Schunnemunk Fork and made 20 years after Shift, is descended from it, as is Sea Level (1989-96).

Shift’s future had been in doubt because of exurban residential development.In November, 2009, the King City (Ont.) council designated Shift a protected landscape under Part IV of the Ontario Heritage Act. According to Wikipedia, “Once a property has been designated under Part IV of the Act, a property owner must apply to the local municipality for a permit to undertake alterations to any of the identified heritage elements of the property or to demolish any buildings or structures on the property.” The designation frustrated the developer’s plans to save little more than Shift’s structure and temporarily saved the site and to restrict public access to the site. The developer appealed the decision.

Related: A nice Flickr set of an April, 2010 visit to the sculpture.