Artist, curator, healer, and writer AA Bronson is the executive director of New Yorkâ€™s Printed Matter and the NY Art Book Fair. This year, the third annual fair, at Phillips de Pury, runs October 24â€“26, coinciding with the ARLIS/NY Contemporary Artistsâ€™ Books Conference, which takes place October 23â€“26. Here Bronson talks about artistsâ€™ books and the purview of the fair and conference.
BECAUSE THE NY ART BOOK FAIR is a nonprofit fair, our idea from the beginning was to be as inclusive as possible: We wanted to include everything from Taschen to the independent, poverty-stricken artist. We gave out a lot of free stands to people who couldnâ€™t afford them, and charged as little as possible. This year, there are quite a number of antiquarian or vintage book sellers; there are DAP and RAM, both major art distributors; there are a number of small publishers from all over the world; there are quite a few alternative institutions that have publishing programs; smaller nonprofit spaces; and also independent artists and artist groupsâ€”people like Red 76 from Portland, for example. If we could find another category that wasnâ€™t being represented, weâ€™d make every effort to jam it in.
This year, there are 143 exhibitors; it was 123 last year and 70 the year before, which means itâ€™s now double the first year. A number of things have happened simultaneously to make the field more salient. One is that book and art-book designers have been influenced a great deal by artistsâ€™ books, so weâ€™re getting used to seeing mainstream catalogues that are quite unusual. The format of the book has become much looser over the past five to ten years. But more than that, I think thereâ€™s been a generational shift. For example, here at Printed Matter, two-thirds of the people who shop are under thirty-five. The norm at book fairs is that everyoneâ€™s over fiftyâ€”when you go to a book fair and look around, itâ€™s all old people. When you come to the NY Art Book Fair, you see a huge population of young people. I think that bodes very well for the publishing and art worlds in general. But it also says something about young people themselvesâ€”they have a level of interest in books that nobody was quite aware of before.
New York used to be a center for art books, but over the years weâ€™ve lost a number of great bookstores: Wittenborn, which used to be across from the Whitney; Jaap Reitman, which was a great bookstore in SoHo in its day; Hacker Art Books on Fifty-seventh Streetâ€”we donâ€™t have any of the great bookstores of the world now. We have the shop at MoMA, where the number of titles has decreased; the shop at the Whitney, which is pretty sad; and the shop at the New Museum, which is very pretty, but it has nowhere near as many titles as it used to. We felt we needed to resituate New York on the map as a center for art books.
In Los Angeles in 2005, there was an ARLIS conference on artistsâ€™ books. We sent a person from Printed Matter, and she came back and said itâ€™s ridiculousâ€”you have to drive everywhere, and itâ€™s totally inconvenient, and yet the conference was a huge success. LA isnâ€™t exactly a center for art librarians, so we thought we should be doing that here in New York. She pulled together a group of librarians from MoMA, the Brooklyn Museum, and the New York Public Library, and we chatted about this possibility. At a certain point, we forgot about it, but in the meantime those librarians kept talking, and suddenly it reemerged, and they came back to us again and said, â€œOK, now weâ€™re ready. Will you join us?â€ We agreed, and off it went.
The initial group of four began inviting other librariansâ€”one from the Metropolitan, one from the CICP, etc.â€”to join a steering group. Each one then devised a session. Itâ€™s put together in a funny patchwork sort of way. Printed Matterâ€™s proposal was for the keynote, which is Hans Ulrich Obrist talking with Rirkrit Tiravanija and Joseph Grigley. Somehow itâ€™s become a coherent program; librarians are a pretty collaborative group, so it cooked well.
The explosion of the visual zine in recent years has been amazing. Itâ€™s possible to produce them cheaply, in smallish quantities, without it costing an arm and a legâ€”and people buy them. This year at the fair weâ€™re doing an exhibition of queer zines. Itâ€™s the biggest exhibition component weâ€™ve taken on in the three years of the fair, and weâ€™ve produced a 270-page catalog to accompany it. There are over one hundred titles in the show, and the catalog is very inclusive. Thereâ€™s also a special section of queer-zine exhibitorsâ€”itâ€™s sort of the theme of this yearâ€™s fair. I think the popularity of queer zines may have something to do with Butt magazine; Butt proved it was possible to do something that situated itself midway between being obscure and being mainstream; it also proved that there was an audience that would buy something like that. Itâ€™s interesting how many there are: Kaiserin from Paris, Dik Fagazine from Warsaw, Piss Zine from Milan, Kink from Madrid, Handbook from San Francisco (one of my favorites), and then of course all the New York onesâ€”Pinups and Pin-Up, Straight to Hellâ€”and then individual artists’ zines, like Paul Mpagi Sepuyaâ€™s Shoot. Itâ€™s become a big field.
What artists are doing today is prompting us to revise our thoughts on whatâ€™s been done in the past. For example, the output of Ed Sandersâ€™s Fuck You press on the Lower East Side, which involved quite a number of artists (Andy Warhol did one of the covers; Fuck You: A Magazine of the Arts is its most famous edition), has been totally overlooked as an artistsâ€™ publication. Because weâ€™re used to looking at the Ed Ruschas and Bruce Naumans, thereâ€™s a lot of material that hasnâ€™t received historical attention. Today, weâ€™re revising the history of artist publications; what is happening right now is extremely diverse, itâ€™s no longer a single field.
I went to the Jenny Holzer media event and I’ll be editing down the audio for Bad at Sports (some of it is too hard to hear). But I talked to her in the cafe, and just so everyone hears it here first, for those 2,839 people who subscribe to Jenny Holzer’s Twitter page… it’s fake. She has no idea who that is. She’s really cool about it, she’s not angry or anything, she just described it as ‘one of those anyonmous internet things.
Printed Matter’s annual fair of contemporary art books, art catalogs, artists’ books, art periodicals, and ‘zines offered for sale by over 140 international publishers, booksellers, and antiquarian dealers. Admission to the fair is FREE.
Phillips de Pury & Company
450 West 15th Street at 10th Avenue, 3rd floor, NYC (map)
Friday/Saturday, October 24 & 25, 2008, 11am – 7pm
Sunday, October 26, 2008, 11am – 5pm
Admission to the NY Art Book Fair is free.
6 – 9 pm, Thursday, October 23, 2008
$20 – general admission plus
ticket edition by Jonathan Monk
$150 – general admission plus
“I Married an Artist,” by Anne Collier and Matthew Higgs, edition of 150
For more information please visit their website.
This Friday the MCA will Open Jenny Holzer’s latest showPROTECT PROTECT. The show will be up from October 25th to February 1st. Art 21’s blog currently has a video of Holzer discussing some of her latest work.Holzer will also be projecting on several buildings around Chicago.
via the MCA:
Projection works by Jenny Holzer
For the first time in Chicago, artist Jenny Holzer presents a series of temporary outdoor projection works in conjunction with the exhibition Jenny Holzer: PROTECT PROTECT. Texts selected by Holzer, who is renowned for her compelling use of language in public space, will be projected on the facade of the MCA on three nights: Wednesday – Friday, October 29â€“31. Projections will begin after dark and will conclude before midnight. There will also be three projections on public buildings around Chicago:
Saturday, Nov 1: Lyric Opera and Riverside Plaza
Sunday, Nov 2: Tribune Tower
Monday, Nov 3: Merchandise Mart
Last week I posted Roberta Smith’s review of Elizabeth Peyton’s retrospective at the New Museum, Live Forever: Elizabeth Peyton. I had to follow it up with Paddy Johnson’s review in The L Magazine. Johnson sums up my general feelings on the Peyton phenom.
Nobodyâ€™s sure why Elizabeth Peyton is so famous. Traditional figurative painting and drawing finds uneasy acceptance in the contemporary art world, and her frequent depiction of superstars only confuses the matter. These famous figures either demonstrate the workâ€™s contemporary vitality or its contrived emptiness â€” the critical response varies depending on the time of day. Indeed, Live Forever: Elizabeth Peyton, a survey curated by Laura Hoptman at the New Museum (on view for five days as of this writing), has already had evaluations ranging from Art on Paperâ€™s Larry Quallsâ€™ unhesitating assertion that her celebrity portraits, historical figures and landscapes are â€œgrad student workâ€ to Roberta Smith at the New York Times declaring the show â€œvisually alive,â€ informed by â€œthe painterly and the Conceptual.â€
Of course, disagreement within the art world is neither uncommon nor unhealthy, but one thing comprehensive exhibitions like this often do is prompt the kind of art world discussion that leads to greater consensus in the community. Unfortunately, while the show contains enough indisputably good painting to make this happen, I canâ€™t see any agreement coming soon, for two reasons: the best works donâ€™t look right on the museum walls, and thereâ€™s far too much mediocre work in the show.
Speaking to the first point: though arranged roughly chronologically, itâ€™s hard to get a sense of the progress and success of the work given its hanging. Dwarfed by the museumâ€™s towering walls, Peytonâ€™s already small works blend together, one almost indistinguishable from another. It doesnâ€™t help that the changes in Peytonâ€™s work over the last 15 years have by in large been subtle: the difference for example, between her early work drawn from photographs and some of her life-based pieces in later years is often only faintly apparent.
The larger issue within the work itself, however, is the number of pedestrian paintings the artist has produced. Peyton has of course had some high points. Arguably a work of genius, Live To Ride (2003), a self-portrait evoking, in palette, pattern and composition, Gerhard Richterâ€™s famous painting of his daughter Betty (1988), demonstrates incredible skill and emotional depth. Also stunning, Liam Gallagherâ€™s blackened eyes, in Blue Liam (1996), reveal the elegant grace of Peytonâ€™s hand, as does Savoy (Tony) (1999). But for every good painting and drawing Peyton produces, two or three average works accompany them. Her landscapes are consistently poorly executed, and she has yet to resolve the backgrounds in her later portraits. In Orient (2003), a poorly executed rubbery-branched tree near the water still leaves me wondering why it was included.
And curator Laura Hoptman doesnâ€™t offer much in the way of clues. Given that thereâ€™s not much subject matter to discuss in Peytonâ€™s work, beyond paint and the tradition of portraiture, perhaps it was felt that wall text (which hardly appears) wouldnâ€™t add to the understanding of the show. The rationale makes sense, but given the exhibitionâ€™s larger organizational problems, Live Forever also wonâ€™t answer the concerns of her critics. Those who wonder why sheâ€™s at the New Museum at all will remain confused, and those who donâ€™t will have to hunt through poorly presented material to support their opinions.