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Best books: “Ed Ruscha: Road Tested”

Ed Ruscha: Road Tested, by Michael Auping with Richard Prince (MAMFW, Hatje Cantz). The history of American painting is full of artists who painted the land, both the land as it existed and the land as they imagined it (Albert Bierstadt). Somehow Ed Ruscha has done one better, painting and photographing the Western landscape not quite as seen or as imagined, but as experienced. That’s the subject of “Ed Ruscha: Road Tested,” a just-closed exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art Fort Worth and an accompanying  book, which was just published. Written and edited by MAMFW chief curator Michael Auping with an assist from Richard Prince, the book is an entertaining romp through Ruscha’s roadtripping-influenced oeuvre — and life.

The impetus for the exhibition and catalogue was Ruscha’s Standard Station with Ten-Cent Western Being Torn in Half (1964, above), which has been on long-term loan to MAMFW from a private collection. The painting is one of Ruscha’s masterpieces, a canvas that overwhelms the viewer with size, color scale and, well, seeming reality. Something about the scene flirts with trompe l’oeil even though it’s obviously a painting in the way a Hollywood costume epic is obviously a costume epic but which, in its largeness, is its own kind of real. Then the viewer’s eyes get to the ten-cent Western, can’t hear it being torn, and we’re reminded of the illusion.

Auping  treats Ruscha’s cars and the road (both the open road, as referenced in Ruscha’s early paintings, sprawl-influenced artists’ books, and finally the more traffic-clogged road as referenced in later Ruschas, such as Talk Radio) as enablers of his artistic practice, as influences that helped lead to Ruscha’s becoming an artist and that sustained him once he’d arrived. Auping underscores that 45 years into his career, Ruscha remains interested in cars: The last works in the book are Ruscha photographs of phallic stick-shifts taken last year.

In the primary catalogue essay, Auping smartly and swiftly moves us through Ruscha’s interest in the open road, detailing how the artist made it from Oklahoma to California (both literally and metaphorically). He contextualizes Ruscha’s first paintings as broadening “the low-end iconography of Pop art,” and notes that Ruscha contributes a pointed America-in-the-early-’60s sociocultural observation: “As Warhol had put the spotlight on Campbell’s Soup, Ruscha did the same for Standard Oil, presenting an early acknowledgment of the country’s increasing dependence on gas and oil.” Auping links Ruscha to a range of art historical precedents, including not just Americans (Hopper’s 1940 Gas) or the contemporary (de Kooning’s Montauk Highway), but to Chinese scroll-pianting via  ”Every Building on the Sunset Strip” (1966).

Auping also identifies Ruscha’s car(s) as a second artist’s studio. At first blush the idea seems silly, but I came around: Auping’s connection to Ruscha’s driving around Southern California is linked to the “explicitly forgettable” as suggested by Ruscha’s artists books, such as  ”Some Los Angeles Apartments (1965) and “Real-Estate Opportunities” (1970). Talk Radio (1987, left, promised gift to the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles) seems particularly influenced by ’studio time’ spent in traffic, as suggested by the ‘congestion points’ in the painting.

I was also interested in Auping’s description of Ruscha’s ‘Hollywood signs’ paintings as being rooted in noir. I think those works, part of Ruscha’s ’sunset series’ and made late in the Carter years and as Californian Ronald Reagan ascended to the presidency, are noir-influenced but that they are also intensely engaged with a then-ongoing national conversation about American malaise and the fear of national decline.

The book also contains a train-of-thought essay by Richard Prince, which adds little. A Q&A between Auping and Ruscha is terrific. (Auping has made a sideline out of artist Q&As, and they’re typically among the best I’ve read. MAMFW and Prestel recently collected many of them in this book.)

Is that really J. Deitch’s best argument?

There’s an interesting Mike Boehm story in today’s Los Angeles Times that considers whether or not it’s appropriate for one of the co-curators of MOCA’s street art exhibition to have commercial interests that overlap with the show’s focus. On one hand, neither of the show’s curators have traditional scholarly credentials. On the other, street art hasn’t been much examined by academics or by curators with traditional backgrounds and interests. [Image: Deitch and Chaz Bojorquez at MOCA. Image via Flickr user vandalog.]

(There are some tweaky parts: The Association of Art Museum Directors’ president is Kaywin Feldman, not “Kaylin”; the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston didn’t just rent parts of its collection to a casino-affiliated commercial space in 2004, it has done so repeatedly since, as has the Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego. It’s not just the New Museum that has embarrassed itself with a vanity show, LACMA has too.)

When asked about the plain potential for museum-credibility-damaging conflicts, MOCA director Jeffrey Deitch offered this: “The rules are that you need a team with great personal integrity, people who are dedicated. It’s about character.”

Except that’s not a “rule,” that’s explicitly a, “trust me, it’s all good.” ‘Trust one person’ is a low standard of institutional ethics.

There is reason to be concerned: So far, Deitch has fudged plenty on integrity issues. After initially saying he’d sell no art as director of MOCA, he backtracked and said he might. Deitch also promised to disclose the art he owns. So far MOCA has released no such list.

And now, questioned about a thorny ethical issue, Deitch doesn’t reveal mechanisms he or his board have put in place to ensure the museum’s integrity. (Apparently they have not done so.) Instead: ‘Trust me.’ We should be wary.

Should LACMA (or your local museum) be free?

At what point is it self-defeating and mission-negative for an art museum to charge admission?

That’s the question posed by new financial information posted online by the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. (Kudos to LACMA for making their financials and tax filings readily available. More museums should do this.) [Image: The Broad Contemporary Art Museum at LACMA, via Flickr user Joevare.]

LACMA’s financial statements reveal that the museum spent $74 million in fiscal year 2010. That total includes the types of things museums do to be museums, such as $12 million for  exhibitions and collections management, $13.5 million on operations and public services, such as opening the doors and turning on the lights and $5 million on marketing and communications (such as, er, replying to my emails).

Meanwhile, over the same time period, LACMA brought in $88 million. Just under $25 million of that was from the residents of Los Angeles County, who give the museum an annual appropriation. The museum attracted $34 million in gifts from generous donors and another $8.5 million in a different kind of gift: museum memberships. The museum also brought in $2.5 million in admissions charges.

Yes, just $2.5 million. This is a good thing: It suggests that LACMA’s audience is pretty damn clever about  visiting when the museum is free: Out of the 51 hours LACMA is open each week, 13 of them are free to county residents. For eight hours on the second Tuesday of each month LACMA is  free to everyone. Holiday Mondays are free too. (Exceptions: Ticketed exhibitions.)

Therefore, LACMA earned 3.3 percent of its $74 million in expenses via admissions last year. Three percent!

When an art museum brings in such a small percentage of its operating expenses via admissions fees, does it make sense to charge admission at all? Wouldn’t an art museum better deliver on its mission by being free? (And by making up much of the lost admissions revenue through a likely increase in parking fees, restaurant and cafe visits, store expenditures and so on?) [Image: BCAM at LACMA via Flickr user Thomas Hawk.]

I think so. I don’t know what the magic number is, at what percentage of operating expenses coming in through admissions fees should cause a museum to re-consider whether it’s smart to charge general admission. I think that number is probably around three- or four-percent-and-below. (Perhaps some smart graduate student has done some research on this of which I’m unaware?) That would mean that only a handful of American museums — tourism-laden SFMOMA, FAMSF, the Art Institute of Chicago, MoMA, the Whitney, the Guggenheim, Philadelphia, the MFA Boston and maybe one or two others — would find it ‘worthwhile’ to charge admission. LACMA should join its peers — museums such as the St. Louis Art Museum, the Nelson-Atkins, Toledo, Minneapolis and others — in leading the way.

Update: I’ll try to post on this tomorrow or Monday, but the supposition that going free causes membership to zero out — or even decline significantly — is false. Furthermore, making general admission free while still charging for exhibitions would presumably have an even more minimal impact on membership. For example, the Minneapolis Institute of Arts is free and 2009 data shows it has about 25,000 members. UPDATE, Monday, 5/2: And here’s that very post.

Lewis Baltz’s ‘Prototypes’ at the National Gallery

At first glance, Lewis Baltz’s photograph Newport Beach (1970) appears to be  astonishingly dull. It shows a boarded-up window surrounded by stucco, presumably a wall. Stucco is a common building material in Baltz’s native California. A coating for buildings and walls, it is laid on wet and dries hard. It is traditionally applied with a trowel, leaving a bumpy, ridged surface that leaves topographical evidence of how it was applied. When applied poorly and cheaply, it cracks and stains quickly. Baltz’s photograph features cheap stucco.

After a moment, Newport Beach comes to life:  The texture in the stucco seems to stand up from the photograph kind of like oil paint often stands up from an abstract painting. The stucco field in Baltz’s photographs recalls Donald Judd’s paintings of the early 1960s: It is a big, textured empty space with a simple, plain shape in the middle. The square in the center of Baltz’s picture, a big square of white paint-on-board — the paint is cracking and you can almost see brushstrokes — recalls Robert Ryman. Newport Beach is a classic example of Baltz’s Prototypes: It simultaneously explores details of new, cheap American buildings and it riffs on the history of 20th-century painting.

Newport Beach is included in an outstanding exhibition titled, “Lewis Baltz: Prototypes/Ronde de Nuit” is on view at the National Gallery of Art. Curated by Matthew S. Witkovsky of the Art Institute of Chicago, where the show originated, ‘Prototypes’ reveals Baltz as one of America’s foremost examiners of our built environment and a witty, wise synthesizer of 20th-century painting history. The exhibition features 60 of Baltz’s 84 Prototypes works as well as Ronde de Nuit, a colorful Baltz mural from 1991-92. On the occasion of the exhibition, Steidl and the AIC published a book of the entire Baltz Prototypes series along with an essay by Witkovsky. (A beautiful tome, it’s not available through the usual online outlets but may be purchased from the AIC.)

Baltz began his Prototypes series in 1967 while an undergraduate at the San Francisco Art Institute and continued it after earning his master’s degree at Claremont Graduate School in 1971. (In a smart catalogue essay, Witkovsky calls Prototypes “one of the most impressive bodies of student work ever assembled.”) With the series Baltz introduces the two major subjects that he would examine for much of his career: An interest in buildings constructed cheaply and quickly and the relationship between photography and painting. (Today we’ll look at the first theme. A future post will look at the second theme.)

Witkovsky’s exhibition and book reveal how Baltz began his practice, building toward the work that would would make his reputation, most famously The New Industrial Parks Around Irvine, Calif. (1974). That landmark series documented America’s profligate land-use during a period of affluence, in particular the way America built ever-more outward from its cities, ever-more cheaply with ever less regard for the land. Along with Robert Adams, Joe Deal, Hank Wessel and others, Baltz’s art engaged sociopolitical debates about land use and helped re-ignite American artists’ fascination with landscape.

That starts here, as does Baltz’s careful, clever use of titles and names. Just as the individual pictures in Prototypes explore multiple themes, Baltz’s title for the series reads on several levels. It refers to both how he used the body of work as prototypes for themes that would interest him for the next two decades, including in New Industrial Parks, but also for the way the (mostly) buildings he photographed functioned: Suburban land-use was a prototype for the next wave suburban land-use. Baltz was also prescient: The land-use and buildings he chronicled in the 1960s and 1970s were prototypes for exurban development (and land-use issues still dominate suburban county-planning meetings). [Image: Baltz, Dana Point No. 2, 1970.]

The most frequent pictures in Prototypes are close-ups of buildings. For the most part, Baltz isn’t interested in landscape — yet. After starting the series with a picture of California’s lush coastal mountains in Gilroy, 1967, No. 1 (1967) a coastscape (1967’s Drake’s Bay) and Fort Ross (1967), a picture of a 1950s enabler (a Bel Air), Baltz gets to the buildings. (None of those three pictures are in the exhibition, but they open the book.) In picture after picture Baltz he details cheap, recent-but-already-cracking stucco construction, boarded-up windows and doors, fresh, cheap black-top, empty parking places and piles of crushed, discarded corrugated metal. Mostly there are walls, mostly stucco walls but also masonry walls, siding and even a granite wall. By my count, 65-70 of Baltz’s Prototypes pictures are entirely or mostly of walls.

There are also two pictures of farms at Irvine Ranch, which remind us that California’s most common land use was (and remains) agricultural. Today, 41 years after the Baltz pictures of Irvine Ranch that are in Prototypes, I wonder how much of that farmland has been developed into tract houses or, well, industrial parks near Irvine, Calif. [Image: Baltz, Irvine Ranch, 1968.]

As is evident in Newport Beach, Baltz’s pictures of walls are surprisingly beautiful. In Laguna Niguel (1970, above left), four bleach-white, smooth lines painted on black-top so as to denote parking spaces stop just short of cement parking barriers and a concrete sidewalk. Rising up from the sidewalk is a stucco wall with a whit door and some ductwork and pipes sticking out of it. The picture sounds horribly bland, even mistaken, but Baltz’s print mixes exacting composition with surprising tactility. One of the pleasures of seeing Baltz’s work in an exhibition as opposed to in book form is to see people become pleasantly astonished as they realize they’ve spent a minute soaking in a photo of a seemingly bland stucco wall.

However, it’s evident that by the middle of the Prototypes, which were shot between 1967 and 1976, that Baltz was beginning to think about not just structures, but to question how they got there and why they look the way they do. There is a glimmers of Baltz realizing the relationship between his buildings and landscape as early as 1969. In 2000 Bridgeway, Sausalito (1969), Baltz shows a building made up of rows of vaulted corridors, each with rows of vents sticking out of the roof. (Picture a down-market version of Louis Kahn’s Kimbell Art Museum.). Beyond the building lies a sliver of San Francisco Bay. Across the bay are hills, the natural roll of which contrasts with the starkness of the building in the foreground. As my eye moved through the picture, I found myself asking the question to which Baltz had led me: Who would but a light industrial building in such a beautiful spot, here on the edge of the bay?

I remembered that picture later, when I saw a 1972 photograph of downtown San Francisco, perhaps shot out from the roof of a skyscraper. The picture recalls both photographs and paintings of between-the-wars downtown New York, already thick with skyscrapers. The dense verticality of those pictures – think of Charles Sheeler’s famous 1920 photograph of New York, which he also made into a painting – is absent from Baltz’s image, which reveals lots of empty, available, undeveloped space. Dropped into the middle of a series of sprawl-requiring stucco, it’s a raised eyebrow.

Baltz’s Prototypes is very much an investigation of the West. Only six of the 84 pictures in Prototypes were evidently shot outside California. One of them is Fayetteville, Arkansas (1976, above right), a late addition-to-Prototypes of a cheap, bland, mid-century-built storefront that features an advertising display for Muzak machines, complete with a sign that apparently explains what Muzak is. (There are only three works from 1976 in Prototypes. None are in the exhibition.) It looks like Baltz, who uses words in his photographs and series names oh-so-carefully, added Fayetteville, Arkansas to the series as a way of tilted his head toward all those cheap, proliferating, stucco buildings in the other 83 pictures: They’re all visual background noise that we barely notice, and when we do it’s to notice how poorly they are arranged. The picture and its late inclusion point to Baltz’s by-then-intense exploration of not just buildings, but land-use.

The picture before it in Baltz’s sequencing of works is another 1976 picture (above, left). It shows a word in cursive script, evidently painted on a polished stucco building wall. It is a wincing, almost wise-ass smirk at the previous 81 pictures and of the ‘Muzak picture’ that follows it. The word is “Ideal.”

To be continued in part two: Baltz addresses painting.

Lewis Baltz pre-game

Starting tomorrow, MAN will be featuring and reviewing “Lewis Baltz: The Prototype Works.” The exhibition was organized by the Art Institute of Chicago and is now on view at the National Gallery of Art. Some pre-game [Image: Baltz, Monterey, 1967.]:

  • In a revealing way, MOCA’s 2009-10 museums-wide permanent collection installation built to and reached a crescendo at Lewis Baltz’s The New Industrial Parks Near Irvine, Calif.;
  • I called that series (parts of which are on view now at the Baltimore Museum of Art) the most undersung masterpiece of the 1970s;
  • In that series, Baltz winced at development in his home state with wit and surprising verve;
  • Don’t miss this super 1992 Cathy Curtis profile of Baltz in the Los Angeles Times; and
  • Iif you have $600 lying around, Steidl has published a limited-edition, 10-volume set of Baltz’s work. I haven’t seen it — Steidl tells me that no Washington-area libraries have ordered a copy, alas — but someday I’ll spend a nice afternoon with it.

Tuesday links

  • In the midst of a series of paintings related to things breaking apart, on view at LACMA, why did Vija Celmins paint a rhinoceros? [Image: Celmins, Rhinoceros, 1965.]
  • For Dwell magazine, Alec Soth photographs Greensburg, Kan., a town destroyed by a tornado and rebuilt green.
  • The Tate’s blog shows a graphic illustration (and explanation) of what can happen to watercolors over time.
  • If you haven’t bookmarked 3rd of May, MAN’s Tumblr-based journalism + art semi-curatorial project, now’s a good time to start following it!

The confluence of Ai’s imprisonment and a critical downgrade at the Washington Post

Last week, as China’s detention of Ai Weiwei continued even as governments around the world protested, the Washington Post downgraded its art critic position to a part-time responsibility. To put it another way: Just as China decided an artist was so important and threating that he had to be silenced, Washington’s newspaper-of-record decided that art isn’t worth a single full-time staffer. As I noted here last week, the Washington Post replaced Blake Gopnik with the super-smart Philip Kennicott, who in addition to being the Post’s art critic will have other non-art-related critical responsibilities. [Image via Flickr user duncan.]

The Post’s decision is saddening, but it should not be a surprise: In recent years the visual arts has not been a priority in American journalism, particularly at the Post, which missed or was late to every major development in the Smithsonian censorship story, was a week late to report the art cuts in the recent federal budget compromise and so on. The Post is typically beaten to Washington-based art stories by the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times (and even MAN).

The Post’s downgrade should serve as a wake-up call to people who care about art and the place art and artists should have in America’s national discourse: With the exception of only a few newspapers and magazines, art has fallen out of the realm of beats and subjects to which mainstream journalism believes it can devote resources.

In a related story, many newspapers have similarly downgraded their investigative reporting staffs and plenty of other beats too. As a response to the downsizing of probative journalism at newspapers around the country, numerous niche-focused, non-profit journalism organizations have popped up in recent years, notably in the areas of religious, community, environmental and watchdog-style investigative journalism, the field in which ProPublica just won its second Pulitzer Prize. Many of those non-profits don’t just publish their own material at their own sites, they also partner with print and digital publications to increase their content’s reach.

So far art-interested funders and the art world have yet to embrace — or seriously consider — this model, to intensely consider what it would mean for art and artists if news coverage and critical consideration of art and artists continues to be pushed out of the mainstream and into the narrow confines of the art ghetto. Perhaps the Post’s downgrade of its art critic position ignites that conversation. After all, if the Chinese realize that artists are important to a society, shouldn’t we?

Related: Non-profit journalism has been ascendant since at least 2009, when I last wrote here on this issue.

Weekend roundup

On Earth Day

On this Earth Day, another reminder that artists have always been in the vanguard of helping make sure Americans appreciated — and protected — our natural world.

Eliot Porter and Earth Day, rhymed

In 1970, the year of the first Earth Day, Eliot Porter published “Appalachian Wilderness: The Great Smoky Mountains.” The book combined Porter’s nature photography with scathing texts by Edward Abbey and Harry Caudill, both of whom explained how Americans had fouled the region. The juxtaposition between the texts and the photographs was — and still is — powerful. (You can peruse some of the pictures here, via the Amon Carter Museum, which holds Porter’s archive.)

Porter was the first great American color photographer of nature. A former director of the Sierra Club, Porter did not believe celebrating nature’s beauty was enough; he believed that environmental reform could be prompted by both celebrating nature and spotlighting human degradation of the environment. (Recommended: “Natural Visions: The Power of Images in American Environmental Reform,” by Finis Dunaway.)

I spend many of my weekends hiking in the Appalachians, so I’m particularly fond of the pictures Porter took in the East’s gentle, forested mountains. Here’s an art historical rhyme that hinges on Porter’s Appalachian series. Readers are encouraged to contribute via the comments.

Gustav Klimt, Beech Grove I, 1902. Collection of the Gemaldegalerie Neue Meister, Dresden.

Eliot Porter, Dogwood and Tree Trunks, Road to Walnut Bottoms, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, Tennessee, April 11, 1968. Collection of the Amon Carter Museum.

Eliot Porter, Balsam Spruce Forest, North Carolina Side of Clingman’s Dome, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, North Carolina, May 11, 1968. Collection of the Amon Carter Museum.

Bill Viola, Going Forth by Day (still), 2002. Collection of the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum.