Today seems like a good day to talk about abstract painting. Itâ€™s an issue that bobs to the surface from time to time (â€œâ€¦like a turd that wonâ€™t flush,â€ to quote Deacon, Dennis Hopperâ€™s character in Waterworld), a sort of ghost or dark secret that canâ€™t stay hidden forever. Abstract painting is often seen that way today, as a turd, the digested remains of something that used to be relevant, new, and beautiful, but letâ€™s not forget, when Hopper uttered those timeless words, he was referring to the hero of the picture. Itâ€™s not an easy issue, and like everybody else this time of year, Iâ€™m a bit under the weather, so rather than force you to suffer through my foggy-headed musings, Iâ€™m going to approach this topic by serving up some hot plates of copy-pasta, written my minds less addled than my own.
The issue of abstract painting surfaced for me recently at Co-Prosperity School, the artist-run discussion circle that Iâ€™ve been coordinating, along with Stephanie Burke, ever since the schoolâ€™s founders, Aaron Delehanty and Ed Marszewski, each became busy with the joys of fatherhood. Each week, in addition to a visiting artistâ€™s presentation, one of the participants presents his or her work for critique and discussion. A couple of weeks back, it was Chicago-based abstract painter Erin McGuireâ€™s turn to present her work. Erinâ€™s a vocal advocate of abstraint paintingâ€™s continued relevance today, and after her critique, I asked her to summarize her thoughts in a brief â€œmanifesto.â€ Hereâ€™s what she sent me:
Why Abstract Art You Say!
1. Representational and abstract are both valid art subjects.
2. I like to draw, paint, combine forms, colors, and relationships without being constrained to one specific literal object.
3. Not being tied down to one specific object opens the piece up to everyone to understand, even if they havenâ€™t learned art history.
4. You donâ€™t have to â€œgetâ€ abstract to enjoy it.
5. It gives a lot of room for imagination.
6. Yes, there is shitty abstract art, just like there is shitty realistic art.
7. Silly, bizarre, casual, colorful, sexy, poetic abstract paintings exist that might make you cry, remind you of certain music, or a powerful little moment that no one else noticed.
8. Give abstract a chance; donâ€™t be intimidated by its history.
9. Just (fucking) enjoy the painting, whether itâ€™s abstract or realistic â€“ thereâ€™s nothing wrong with just liking something without having to explain yourself.
10. Thereâ€™s room in your mind for abstract if you allow it.
You can read more of Erin’s thoughts, and see some images of her work, here:Â http://erinmcguirestudio.com/home.html
One of our fellow participants, Kelsey Greene, took the time to write a response to Erinâ€™s presentation. In it she uses McGuireâ€™s work as an entry point to begin discussing abstract painting more generally.
The next leap is abstraction. But how does a person tell a good abstract from a drunken scribble? It has to do with intent, and artistic intent is very difficult to parse out without education or training. Without knowledge of proportion, composition, color systems etc., all the deliberate choices of the artist appear random or accidental. Education is essential because people want to know that their opinion has a valid basis. They don’t want to be the person with the wool pulled over their eyes, imagining that a child’s drawing is the next great masterpiece. They want to know they are not being fooled into discussing something as higher than it is. The only way to give that assurance is to discuss process and technique (artist’s choices) with the viewer…
A painting is “finished” when there is nothing left to do. There should be nothing “wrong” (out of place, unbalanced) with the painting, but it should still be interesting enough to keep the viewer (in this case, the artist herself is the viewer) visually engaged. This is perhaps one of the most important distinctions between [representational] painting and abstract paintings. A [representational] painting is done when it looks like what it is, and in sufficient detail. An abstract painting is done when the artist decides that it looks like itself. A representational painting is done when it can’t look any more like the thing, or when changes start to lessen the likeness of the painting to its subject, or when additional work doesn’t seem to be adding anything to the perception of the subject, but an abstract work doesn’t have an objective guide. The point of completion is entirely the artist’s prerogative, and is a very deliberate choice, perhaps more so than in a process when the work is being compared to an outside standard.
The full entry is available on Kelseyâ€™s art blog: http://ixonia.livejournal.com/2131.html
All of this manifesto-grade discussion may feel as dated as abstract painting itself, but as with Sol Lewittâ€™s Sentences on Conceptual Art, painting, and specifically abstract painting, may be rendered a littler clearer with some choice words, particularly if it is going to continue to endure alongside performance, digital art, and all the newfangled whatzits that have become part of the contemporary definition of art.
The best theory or manifesto of painting Iâ€™ve read, seen, or heard in a while has been painter Molly Zuckerman-Hartungâ€™s 95 Theses on Painting, shown as part of her exhibition at the MCA Chicago and now available online: http://fromawhispertoascream.blogspot.com/2012/07/the-95-theses-on-paining.html The whole list is well worth reading, several times over, but this morning, grey and snowy outside, and stuffy and congested inside, this one feels just right:
73. The dream of abstract painting in the 20th century was a dream of whole people, whose senses werenâ€™t fragmented, whose vision was complete, who made paintings with their hearts and minds and bodies in harmony.
Postscript: It was my great pleasure to perform my graduate work under the guidance of painter Grace Hartigan, who first became well known as a second generation abstract painter in New York, before returning to figurative painting later in life. It was through conversations with her that I learned to appreciate abstract painting, particularly the work of Helen Frankenthaler, Joan Mitchell, and Lee Krasner, as well as Grace herself. Although my own work is figurative, representational, and realist in a very traditional sense, I nevertheless drew much inspiration from these abstract painters, who incidentally happen to be women. So Georg Baselitz can suck it.
Iâ€™ve always liked Dave Hickey. This was initially because his Air Guitar was the one book of art theory or criticism I could read without feeling like I was choking down something unpleasant because it was supposed to be good for me. So, last October, when Hickey famously â€œresignedâ€ from the art world (the exact meaning and consequences of which only time will tell), I was eager to hear his reasoning, which, I figured, had to be pretty good.
Hickeyâ€™s complaints, first reported in The Guardian and immediately quoted basically everywhere, carry an echo of a quotation (often misquoted) from Hunter S. Thompsonâ€™s Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the â€˜80s: â€œThe TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reasonâ€¦Which is more or less true. For the most part, they are dirty little animals with huge brains and no pulse.â€
Last night over after-dinner drinks, a friend told me about Damien Hirstâ€™s collaboration with the Olsen twins: the twinsâ€™ signature black patent leather Nile crocodile backpack (which, apparently, is a thing), released as 12 limited-edition designs embellished by Hirst. The Nile originally sold for $35,000; the Hirst edition goes for $55,000, with the proceeds going to Unicef. Nobodyâ€™s going to hate on Unicef, but Hirstâ€™s spot paintings already had an air of an artist whoâ€™d become too big to fail just phoning it in to make a buck. Repeating the spot imagery on a luxury backpack starts to feel like the art worldâ€™s version of the Portlandia â€œPut A Bird On Itâ€ sketch.
Big shots make big targets, and any museum-vetted multimillionaire artist is going to draw some flak. Jeff Koons has attracted criticism ever since his public relationship-as-performance with an Italian porn star-politician (a pretty special combination in itself) was widely written off as an obvious publicity stunt. Hirst has always attracted skepticism, mostly of the â€œbut is it art?â€ variety, for his dead-thing-in-a-vitrine work, but they were at least monumental. His spot paintings look lazy by comparison, and stamping them on a bag reinforces the idea that heâ€™s become not just a brand, but nothing but a brand. Warhol would approve, maybe, but a lot of us, I think, are tired of it.
What makes us uncomfortable, I think, is the implication that this collaboration may actually be between equals. We dread that there may be some hypocrisy in our criticism of the balls-out consumerism that allows a pair of twins who got famous getting their diapers changed on television to sell handbags for five figures. Are art world celebrities so different from the garden variety? More to the point, are art world celebrities any different from ourselves, and our friends, if we got the success we pretend to disdain but secretly covet? We want to see ourselves as the kid who points out that the emperorâ€™s new clothes are nothing at all, and when one of our darlings pairs with one of theirs, we start to feel the tickle of the breeze on our own naked back.
The truth, I think, is that there is no difference. These art world titans fill our need to have something to worship, and to hate. Like soccer moms flipping through tabloids in the checkout line of the grocery store, we need these gods and demons, to love and to fear, to envy and mock. In the end, the fact that they happen to be artists is entirely incidental. Like everybody else, weâ€™re drawn to epic personalities, and like everybody else, weâ€™ve been eating a mile of their shit just to see where it comes from. That we happen to prefer the flavor of artist shit over actor shit, or musician shit, or athlete shit, is an incidental consequence of subculture, class, and education, and has no bearing whatsoever on the essential nature of cults of personality.
This at least would seem to explain Hickeyâ€™s â€œfuck this shitâ€ decision to opt out of the whole thing. And Hickey is one for whom the system worked: Iâ€™m sure the manâ€™s received his share of rejection letters, but Iâ€™m also pretty sure that itâ€™s been a while. His criticism can hardly be called a case of sour grapes, but it must resonate with anyone whoâ€™s doing good work, not getting the recognition it deserves, and seeing what look like heaps of laurels being stacked on the heads of lazy hacks. The temptation to sweep the chessboard onto the floor and walk away is certainly understandable.
Hereâ€™s the thing: gods you donâ€™t believe in canâ€™t touch you. It doesnâ€™t matter what million-dollar deals are being done between people youâ€™ll never meet. It may be interesting, and sure, we may wish for a slice of that action, but it can only suffocate you if you bury your face in it. Art is like Calvinball: if you donâ€™t like the rules, you can change â€˜em. Iâ€™m not going to second-guess how Hickey wants to live his life; it sounds like heâ€™s got some book projects heâ€™s into, which look interesting, and while theyâ€™re not directly about art, I was never entirely sure that Air Guitar was, either. But opting out isnâ€™t the only option on the table for anyone else who feels that way.Â Nothing the big shots are doing, however frustrating, however misguided, need stop you from making that work, writing that blog post, or running that apartment gallery.
Bumper stickers make for lousy arguments, but thereâ€™s one out there that slings a butchered quote spuriously attributed to Mahamta Ghandi: â€œBe the change you wish to see in the world.â€ The actual quotation isnâ€™t quite as pat, but itâ€™s a decent thought for anyone whoâ€™s frustrated with the way things are, whether in the art world or anywhere else:
â€œIf we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. â€¦ We need not wait to see what others do.â€
P.S.Â Fuck you, Olsen Twins:Â This is how to use a crocodilian as a fashion accessory: The author’s wife Stephanie Burke with one of Jim Nesci’s reptiles, at Big Run Wolf Ranch.
Of the many branches of contemporary artâ€™s gnarled and twisted family tree, arms and armor appears to be a particularly precarious limb, a long-dead branch likely to be pruned off by any serious storm.Â More than any other field of art history, arms and armor have come to be associated with the dimly-lit studies of the super rich, typified by Bruce Wayneâ€™s manor in Tim Burtonâ€™s 1989 Batman.Â â€œCheck this out.Â He must have been the king of the Wicker People.â€
There are those of us, though, who notice things in that scene, that most viewers miss:Â For example, the completely anachronistic juxtaposition, on the armors flanking the door, of close helms and breastplates from the sixteenth century, with eleventh century kite shields decorated with swirling-armed crosses.Â Five hundred years of history separate the former from the latter, no less than separates the latter from the present day.Â A close helm would have been as out of place at the battle of Hastings as an Abrams tank at the court of Henry VIII.
Most people watching Batman, even artists and art viewers, wouldnâ€™t know the difference, and couldnâ€™t care less, and in fact would probably imagine the previous paragraph being read aloud in the voice of Comic Book Guy from The Simpsons.Â The appreciation of arms and armor is easily treated as an oddball, nerdy fringe of art history, and tainted by association with violence:Â undergraduate art history survey courses rarely cover the difference between a bascinet and a burgonet.Â Contrast this with the expectation that anyone with a degree in art, in any medium, should easily recognize the painting The Joker later defaces as Rembrandtâ€™s late self-portrait, and the one he spares as one of Baconâ€™s popes.
Arms and armor may not be appreciated by as wide of an audience as is painting, but they have their fans, and Iâ€™m one of them.Â As a kid, I remember going to visit my family in Philadelphia, and we must have gone to the art museum; I remember a seeing, just in passing, some maces in a display case and becoming totally enamored.Â My dad bought me a book on arms and armor on that same trip, and Iâ€™ve still got it, much abused and well loved.Â In my teens my mom bought me a book on the arms and armor of the medieval knight, and Iâ€™ve still got that one too.Â The summer before I went away to college, I went to Europe with my girlfriend at the time, and each time we visited a new city I sought out its arms and armor museum:Â Vienna and Dresden were both quite memorable, though that latter city sadly lost much of its collection in the firebombing it experienced in World War II.
In August of 2007, I was attending a residency at the Vermont Studio Center, before moving to Chicago to join my wife Stephanie Burke, who had just started school at SAIC.Â She called me to tell me about the wonderful collection of arms and armor sheâ€™d seen at the Art Institute.Â I arrived a month later, headed down to the Art Institute, and found the long, dimly-lit hallâ€¦completely empty, save for a single display case with a few swords lingering.
The hall was the Art Instituteâ€™s Gunsaulus Hall, which housed the Art Instituteâ€™s fantastic collection of arms and armor until late 2007.Â Three years later, a small selection of the collection was put on display in the Art Instituteâ€™s Galleries 235 and 236, where it remains on view today.Â The exhibition space is small and so the percentage of the collection that can be shown is necessarily quite limited (although its ceilings are high enough to display an armor for man and horse with the rider mounted, something never before possible at the Art Institute).Â In that display, a sign indicates that this small display is temporary, pending the completion of a new, much larger exhibition space for the collection, at an undetermined future date.
The Art Instituteâ€™s collection of arms and armor comes from the estate of George F. Harding, Jr. (1868-1939), a Chicago businessman and politician who amassed an incredible collection of arms and armor as well as other art and artifacts from around the world.Â In 1927, Harding expanded his Hyde Park home, adding upper stories emulating a castle.Â He used this â€œcastleâ€ as a museum to display his collection of arms and armor.
The castle was torn down in 1964 as part of an urban renewal project, and the collection was moved to a building, closed to the public, at Randolph and Michigan.Â The museumâ€™s chairman, Herman Silverstein, along with his wife Bea, was the subject of a lawsuit by the Illinois attorney generalâ€™s office in 1976, accusing the Silversteins of â€œviolating IRS regulations concerning charitable trust laws by mismanaging the museum assets and failing to allow public viewing of the relics.â€Â The Silversteins agreed in count in 1989 to resign, and to turn over to the Art Institute the last $4.1 million of the Harding Museumâ€™s cash assets, to be used to conserve and display the collection.Â The Harding collection itself had been turned over to the Art Institute in 1982, under pressure from the State.
The bulk of the Art Instituteâ€™s collection remains in storage, out of view, but even the small selection on display is well worth seeing.Â Thereâ€™s also a book, Arms and Armor at The Art Institute of Chicago, by Walter J. Karcheski Jr., out of print but available online very inexpensively.Â For my dear fellow viewers who appreciate this odd branch of our cultureâ€™s visual history, we will have to content ourselves with these, until the Art Institute makes room for a larger exhibition space for this world-class collection.
â€œArt Chicago With Higher Ceilings.â€Â This is how one Chicago gallerist, who preferred to remain anonymous, described Expo Chicago.Â Similarities are inevitable, not only those intrinsic to any Chicago art fair, but also those brought by president and director Tony Karman (vice president and director of Art Chicago from April 2006 to December Â 2010), as well as the familiar echoes of Navy Pier, where Art Chicago was held until 2004 and now the venue of choice for Expo.Â But by last year, Art Chicago was foundering, and this year went tits-up at the last minute.Â If Expo Chicago is going to succeed where Art Chicago ultimately failed (after, it should be added, over two decades of success), itâ€™s going to have to have some major differences as well.Â Hopefully, Karman is putting his experience with Art Chicago to good use in running Expo.
Sales were â€œcautiously positive, if not glowing,â€ according to Julia Halperinâ€™s article on Art Info (which includes some specific works sold, and prices, including at least three in the million-dollar range). Â Â Susan Snodgrass, writing for Art in America, quoted most gallerists as generally describing sales at the fair as â€œslow,â€ while describing othersâ€™ attitudes as â€œwait-and-see.â€Â Thatâ€™s the tone I felt at the fair as well:Â not ecstatic, but not the depressed gloom that had settled over Art Chicago by its final year, either.Â I asked a pair of friends who worked the fair as section coordinators if people were selling much at Expo.Â As soon as one had said, â€œIn my section they werenâ€™t,â€ the other exclaimed â€œIn mine they were!â€Â So it seems to have been something of a mixed bag.
Descriptions of Karmanâ€™s strategy make heavy use of the phrase â€œquality over quantity,â€ and Snodgrass agrees with the assessment, saying, â€œOverall quality was high.â€Â Certainly there were plenty of well-known names on the walls of the bigger, blue-chip galleries, and gathered together the best (or at least the best-known) could have made for a respectable, if modest, exhibition at a small contemporary art museum.
This, though, is a narrow and safe definition of quality, and while it may sustain the sales necessary to carry Expo into another year, it runs the risk of trading artistic liberty to purchase a little financial safety.Â There was relatively little unexpected at Expo; that which was surprising was mostly in the seventeen or so spaces in the Exposure project, dedicated to newer galleries such as Chicagoâ€™s Andrew Rafacz Gallery and The Mission Projects.Â When these galleries sell work at a lower price point (compared to the sometimes seven figures the blue chip galleries list), and show artists with a less established sales record, it can be difficult to cover the costs of a regular art fair booth, and projects like Exposure may, if priced and juried right, attract an exciting energy to what could otherwise become an overly stodgy event.
It may be that calls for more experimental, risk-taking, emerging art are naÃ¯ve, romantic notions rendered untenable by a harsh economic climate.Â It may be that in addition to the smaller scale, and undeniably more attractive venue, of Expo in comparison to Art Chicagoâ€™s final days (the ceilings really are higher; the place looks like a Zeppelin hanger, which is awesome), some of the more experimental, challenging projects, and more exciting (though less established) galleries, will find themselves cut from the equation by the cold, hard logic of economics.
The argument could be made that this is the reality of holding an art fair in Chicago.Â However, a counter-argument is being made in the form of the MDW (â€œMidwayâ€) fair, which describes itself as â€œa showcase for independent art initiatives, spaces, galleries and artist groups, highlighting artist-run activities and experimental culture locally, nationally and internationally.â€ In many ways, it is everything that Expo isnâ€™t (and Art Chicago wasnâ€™t).Â There wonâ€™t be any metallic silver spaceships (Weather balloons?Â Inverted orange juicers?) hanging from colossal ceilings in a cyclopean amphitheatre, and glasses of wine arenâ€™t likely to be delivered on sliver trays even at the Vernissage opening night event.Â Booth prices are lower, sales tighter, and the whole economics of the thing scaled down.Â There will be relatively few big-time European collectors, and no seven-figure sales, but instead there will be experimentation, unconventional spaces, and unexpected and surprising work.
MDW isnâ€™t likely to rival Art Basel or Frieze in terms of dollar values moved, or the international reputation of the work seen.Â (Note that I said nothing here about quality; there has been some exceptional work at both of the previous MDW fairs.)Â MDWâ€™s significant contribution to Chicagoâ€™s art scene is likely to remain â€œother than economic.â€Â Rather, it can provide a counterpoint to the commercial fairs, showing what can be done even in tough economic times.Â It might even hope to lead the big boys by example, encouraging a more experimental and risk-taking attitude on the part of the big fair organizers, galleries, and collectors, to show and support the work of artists who are already performing the experiments and taking the risks.
The attitude, even among MDWâ€™s organizers themselves, is that Chicago still needs a large, commercial art fair:Â Ed Marszewski, one of MDWâ€™s organizers, posted on Facebook, â€œWell, you know it. Â Expo looks kind of fantastic. Â Weâ€™ve got something to be proud of.â€Â Judging not only by the Facebook â€œlikesâ€ and comments, but also by the chatter in meatspace, the sentiment seemed to be shared pretty widely across a broad spectrum of Chicagoâ€™s art community, which had collectively exuded an aura of embarrassment over Art Chicagoâ€™s last few years.
Expo is almost certain to happen again next year, with some galleries already making plans to be there. (NewCityâ€™s Robin Dluzen quotes Karman as saying, â€œThere had better be a fair next year, or I donâ€™t know what Iâ€™m going to do with the rest of my life.â€)Â Beyond that is anyoneâ€™s guess, and will depend in large part on next yearâ€™s sales.Â Ultimately, though, for an art fair to truly succeed, and avoid Art Chicagoâ€™s final demise, it must remain interesting, compelling, and relevant.Â This means new work by living artists, both established and emerging.Â When a fair plays it too safe, it courts disaster.Â Expoâ€™s dealers may already have learned this lesson; Dluzen observes that â€œit was the contemporary, primary market art, not the Modern, secondary market art, that was being moved.â€Â Hopefully, Karman will pay close heed to this lesson, and perhaps even follow, in part, the example being set by MDW.Â If Expo is to be Chicagoâ€™s chance at a lasting, world-class art fair, itâ€™s going to have to be both profitable and exciting.Â Thatâ€™s a delicate balance, and next year is going to be a demanding test of how well Expo strikes it.
Top Feature Image:Â Scan of rapid prototype of my head, made by Tom Burtonwood while we were working together at the Bad at Sports booth at Expo Chicago.
Much has been written about the role of firearms in American culture, with harsh critics and vehement advocates debating the positives and negatives of this role.Â Will firearms one day be seen as an antiquated relic of a more violent age, like the dueling swords of 18th Century gentlemen, or the daggers and knives ubiquitous on every medieval belt from peasant to noble?Â Or, conversely, will the individuals who make up our society learn to stop shooting each other, so that firearms can serve a positive role as tools for recreation, competition, and defense?
Only time will tell, but in the mean time, it remains undeniable that firearms have a significant, and contentious, role in American society.Â (Their role internationally varies nation-by-nation.)Â Anything this charged is fertile ground for artists seeking high-tension subject matter, and indeed artists have worked with firearms and firearm imagery in a variety of ways.
For the now-famous performance Shoot, at F Space in Santa Ana, California, performance artist Chris Burden had a friend shoot him in the arm with a .22 rifle.Â Sculptor Tom LaDuke made a sort of homage in his â€œA Self-Inflicted Burden,â€ a self-portrait in which he holds a pistol in one hand and examines a gunshot wound on his other arm.Â Reviewed in Artweek, Art In America, and The Los Angeles Times, LaDukeâ€™s sculpture plays with Burden through its small scale, the self-inflicted nature of the wound (Burdenâ€™s wasnâ€™t, at least not directly), and through the titleâ€™s pun.
New York-based, Louisiana-born artist Margaret Evangeline uses firearms as an art-making tool, shooting holes in sheets of mirror-polished stainless steel, powder-coated steel, and aluminum.Â (She also works in painting, installation, and video.)
Tom Sachs worked with guns in a couple of ways.Â His 1995 sculpture Tiffany Glock (Model 19), made of cardboard, hot glue, and ink, and his Hermes Hand Grenade are both non-functional, but Sachs and his assistants also made hand-made, fully-functional firearms.Â Some of these are listed on his website as art objects, but others were part of a clever scheme (some might argue performance) in which he and his assistants easily made improvised â€œzip gunsâ€ out of common, hardware-store materials, and sold them to NYPDâ€™s gun buyback program at up to $300 apiece.
Alfredo Martinez is another artist who worked with firearms, and also came up with a novel money-making scheme.Â Martinezâ€™ scheme didnâ€™t have anything to do with making guns; he was making fake Basquiat paintings, for which he was arrested by the FBI.Â But in his more honest career as a painter, his own work consisted of large-scale paintings of cross-section schematics of firearms.Â This actually got him into trouble more recently, when he was traveling and working in China; a hotel maid found some of his drawings, which looked like blueprints, so she reported him to the police as a terrorist.
Other artists have of course worked with firearm imagery from time to time.Â Andy Warholâ€™s screenprint â€œGunâ€ treats its subject with the same cool remove with which he treated all of his popular culture sources.Â The Gao Brothersâ€™ 2009 sculpture â€œThe Execution of Christâ€ features a ring of Mao clones armed with SKS rifles executing Jesus.Â The examples are almost countless.
A longstanding sophism holds that a work of art isnâ€™t finished until the viewer completes it by looking at it.Â This is more like a Zen koan than a debatable point, along the lines of â€œIf a tree falls in the forestâ€¦â€ This notwithstanding, artâ€™s relationship with its viewer plays a particularly interesting role when the art in question involves firearms, when art viewers are typically stereotyped as liberal and therefore (the stereotype holds) anti-gun.
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â The message, if the film has one at all – more guns, more fun. And in a throwback, old school kind of way, yeah. But in the heart of the carnage, it’s nearly impossible not to think of when big guns and cinema violence last met in the real world of Aurora, Colorado. Forget all the post-tragedy finger pointing between the gun lobby and the media coddlers, in “The Expendables 2″ both sides of the divide set aside their differences long enough to join forces and make a tag team grab at the box office.
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â This odd and oddly at ease symbiosis was plainly evident at the film’s Hollywood premiere when Chuck Norris made his onscreen cameo, a real life, unabashed, gun-toting conservative, entering frame at a stroll, wading through all the dead baddies he’s just laid out to the hoots and hollers and enthusiastic applause of a theater filled with Hollywood’s so-called liberal elites.
It is this same sort of interaction between audience and subject that creates the essential tension in artworks with firearms as their subject.Â Some people, upon seeing an image of a firearm, feel a frightened revulsion, others feel a giddy fascination, and of course there is a spectrum in between.Â Regardless of its orientation, this response, whether positive, negative, or ambivalent, is what makes firearms such an enduring subject (and sometimes medium) in works of art.
[Post-script:Â As part of our practice, Stephanie Burke and I take artists and other art-world participants to a shooting range and teach them to shoot firearms.Â We call this project Shooting With Artists.Â If you are a Chicago-area artist or other art professional, and would like to join us on a future shooting trip, shoot us an email at either my website, or Stephanieâ€™s.]