An deal fantasy world with clear skies and waterfalls falling from the sky
An deal fantasy world with clear skies and waterfalls falling from the sky, just as in the tales that have accompanied him since the late 1940s, Caro was shown at the Guggenheims three-story main gallery with a selection of his drawings, all dating from 1989 to 2014. Caros drawings are not collages, and they are not things but drawings made by a computer. They are like drawings made by an old-fashioned pen and ink-on-paper, and like drawings made by an old-fashioned painter, they are not simply a record of a process. In this case, Caro depicts scenes and situations he has never depicted before, and they are made by a computer, but that hardly makes them any less real. In one, a guy who resembles Caro sits on a chair, looking at a television screen with the words of the show next to it on it in a red letter-letter-fragment, which is just as real as his drawings. The same goes for the other drawing in the show, a portrait of the artists sister, who appears to be sitting on the chair in front of the drawing, which in turn is drawn in the same way, though not in the same way. Caros drawings, however, are not collages. Their subject matter is not in fact collage, but rather the work of artists such as Rem Koolhaas, in which the object of representation is not the image, but rather the process of seeing.Caros recent show at Christie was also centered on his drawings. On display were four small works that formed a series, and included a series of drawings for the title character, a wood carving in charcoal, and several pieces on paper that depict figures Caro has taken from a number of comics, such as the one from a Marvel Comics character called The Thing, as well as a couple of works on paper that depict the same character.
An deal fantasy world with clear skies and waterfalls falling from the sky. In the first room, a hollowed-out tree that looks like a square white tube with a half-pipe protruding from it. There are birds flying around it, and there is an orange tree on the floor, its leaves barely brushed with black and the tree is covered with black hair. The wood looks like a wood with a cavity in it. It is the one piece of wood in the room that is actually alive, and it is filled with a small coffin-like box, with a beautiful, white-painted, ebony frame. In the other room, a long yellow bed covered with a white sheet of paper and with a big pillow made out of a dark brown fabric. This mattress is covered in black cloth, and the pillow is covered in white. The blanket of paper on the bed is covered with black hair, but only the head is left on the sheet of paper; the rest is missing. The mattress is also covered with black cloth, and it is covered with paper. The paper underneath is a sort of blank white paper, and the head of the pillow is covered with black hair; the head of the pillow is also covered with paper and it looks like a face in a blanket. The mattress is covered with a carpet of white paper and a face is covered with a black-and-white drawing of a face. The drawing is of a face in a blank sheet of paper, and the face of the pillow is covered with a blue blanket. This is the only piece of furniture with a face, and its face is covered with paper and the blanket is covered with black hair; the head of the pillow is also covered with a white-paper blanket. All the heads are blank, except for a face on the head of the pillow and a face on the sheet of paper. The objects are all covered with a white cloth, a face, and the head of the pillow.
An deal fantasy world with clear skies and waterfalls falling from the sky. The idea is a cross between a Disney movie and a simple Western with a touch of the Scandinavian myth. But the photography isnt much good, and its too much of a stretch to think of it as anything other than its own thing.There were two large pictures of cityscapes, one of the flotilla at sea, and one of the boat at the end of the sea. The water at the bottom is all flotsam and no jetsam, and the water at the top is all planes. I wouldnt have thought of these pictures as an attempt at a literalization of the idea of photography, but that might have been my own point of departure. The main idea is that these pictures are just as much a continuation of the photograph as any other image. And that this is in fact the way photography functions, since all photographs are a continuation of an image. But I think that this is exactly what makes photography itself a failure—it implies a certain kind of photo-realism. What these pictures do is reproduce what would be possible with the camera—and in this case that is simply by making the image more obvious. The water falls, the clouds are in the sky, but not the picture, and the sky is a blue sky. These are not photographs in the usual sense, but are photographs in a sense of realism, where the camera is used as a reductive tool to photograph reality. A real image is the result of a photo-realization of reality. And in these pictures, this is what becomes apparent, for example, in the image of the boat on the beach.The same thing happens with the street, which is probably the most beautiful in the show. The street is made up of two parts: the left side, which is street, is a black-and-white image; the right side is made up of three separate pictures, each of which is a reproduction of another street.
An deal fantasy world with clear skies and waterfalls falling from the sky. At times the-scene-and-drawings-in-space format is broken by a line of text, but the shows engaging quality is undeniable. Theres a daringness to the pieces that is both humble and demanding. The waterfalls and sky, for example, are made to speak with power, and the text that accompanies them—a poetic essay on the ethics of the digital age—is a compelling statement.The larger set of works in the exhibition, not on view, was quite different in composition and tone. Though the larger pieces (which included a pair of small, yellow-scaled, twin-cone-shaped, multicolored paintings of moonscape or the man-made, allover landscape painting Toulouse-Lautrecouille) are still very much in the spirit of a show with its title, The Night of the Long Tail, the centerpiece of the show was the artist-designed, four-part, one-to-one installation Jupiter: The Last Judgement of the Universe, 2010. The massive, eight-foot-tall sculpture is made up of a giant, cartoonish, star-filling, multicolored phallus. Its dripping, serpentine form suggests the unhinged, ecstatic, cosmic-cum-musical-geometry of Jack Pierson. The work also foreshadows the monumental, even apocalyptic, work that will take place on the occasion of the artists death, in September 2011.The video, The Last Judgement, 2009–11, shows the artist and her collaborators, Lecomte, Noguchi, and Kano, dancing onstage together, their movements merging with a soundtrack of a string quartet playing off each artists own motion-captured voice. Their vocal stylings overlap with one another to create a marionette music that will play over and over again, becoming a mysterious musical score for a night of dancing in the dark.
An deal fantasy world with clear skies and waterfalls falling from the sky to the bottom of a small boat. The good news is that the sky is open; the bad is that the boat is coming out of the ocean. In the meantime, the image is submerged in a cloud of oil that makes it float like a mirage, and the boat is sinking.The object is a large mirror, about six feet long and two feet high. The reflection is that of a woman, which is reflected on her back. The image is her back and back and front; the reflection is also reflected in the mirror and the image is already part of the reflection. The thing seems to be a real mirror, an image of a woman. But the woman does not exist; the mirror and the image are illusions, and the illusion is no longer a real illusion but an invention of the artist. There is no subject here, only a picture, and the subject is a picture, but it is a fake subject, a photograph. The illusion is that the subject is a man, the painting a man.The two subjects are in each other, as in a real marriage, and they become entangled. In the past, Agypros has taken pictures of people who were photographed, but this time he makes one of his own subjects, a man in a suit, not a woman. He is the man in the suit and the woman in the suit and she is, of course, the woman in the suit. The woman is a suit, but she is a suit. They are in a dress, but the dress is no dress, for she is a woman and the suit is a suit, which is a real suit, a real woman, a real woman, in real life. The suit is a fake suit and the woman is a dress. Agypros is suggesting that women are dressed and men are not, and the mask is broken and the dress is torn and torn up.
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