One More Dance: The 2010 Whitney Biennial

Jeffrey Inaba’s installation warms the cold cement interior of the Whitney Museum lower level

It is a ritual I have witnessed for over twenty years (and one I have participated in with variations in intensity): The Whitney Biennial Grouse. The cacophony of anger, outrage and “how could they?” that erupts around this show every two years has become as much a part of its tradition and import as the work on display. And as if to codify (and perhaps co-opt?) that external form of the Whitney ritual, this year’s catalog includes news clippings from previous shows. The headlines read as vituperously as the American press’ reception to the 1913 Amory Show.

I have referenced this phenomena before (see Gimme Shelter) and have to smile when I think about how many years I have been approaching this event as the “ever contentious, rhetoric-infested, ‘I can’t wait to hate it’ Whitney Biennial.” So in the spirit of the times, when old forms are imploding and new ones emerging, I have embraced a new methodology with which to approach the show.

Here’s my new game plan:

1. Treat it as you would a gallery exhibit, nothing more.
2. Go with another artist friend who is not bitter, narrow-minded or prone to grousing . (My partner for this and all future Biennials will be the inimitable Paula Overbay.)
3. Find the work that moves you. There have been years when there was only one. But one is more than zero. And this year there were several!
4. Wear earplugs.*

And this is the year to approach the show without all the vitriol because it is different. For the first time, more women than men. And fewer artists are included so the experience is more manageable. I enjoyed the day. Truly.

*The only negative comment I will make about the 2010 Whitney Biennial is the unfortunate spillover of installation soundtracks into every gallery. There is work in this show that deserves quiet and self-reflection. This was impossible given the curatorial decision to blend media and formats. So Suzan Frecon’s masterful pieces can only be seen in concert with a completely incongruous soundtrack emanating from the Bruce High Quality Foundation‘s installation next door. I like both of these works, but they should not be sharing the same wall. It’s like trying to roll out a delicate confection on a garlic cutting board.

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Here is a sampling of my favorites. Each artist’s name is linked to the Whitney Museum site so you can read more about the artist and the works included in the show. BTW, these are in order if you start on the top floor and work down.

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Leslie Vance

Vance reminds me of a more lyrical version of Tomma Abts. Her work has a very specific technique and approach, but the results are quite lyrical and evocative. Beautifully painted.

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Curtis Mann

Mann is able to bring together photography, retinality (a “painterly” sense) and politics in a cogent and innovative fashion. Very memorable.

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Tauba Auerbach

A young artist who already has a number of bodies of work is exhibiting extraordinary large scale trompe-l’œil paintings. Fresh, fun and intriguing.

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Suzan Frecon

One of the older artists in the show (go girl!), Frecon is exhibiting two paintings that are absolutely exquisite. Subtle and yet strong, powerful and yet intimate. I could have stood with them for a long time were it not for extenuating curatorial circumstances. (OK, enough. I’ve already made my case. No grousing!)

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Pae White

White’s piece is a massive tapestry that is based on an image of light reflecting off of metallic surfaces. This work is so massive and yet lyrical, beautifully attentive to both the craft and the aura. Wow.


Aurel Schmidt

If there is a breakout darling from the show it is probably newcomer Schmidt who is 27 yeas old and untrained . Who needs art school when you can draw like this one can? A must see.

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Jeffrey Inaba

The images at the top of the post are a better view of architect Inaba’s massive upside down flowers hanging over the lower level. They slowly change color and are such a perfect counterpoint to the hard edge qualities of that open space in the museum. I wish they could stay as a permanent installation.

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My favorite review of the show is (of course) by Jerry Saltz in New York Magazine. It is so worthy of a full read, as is this biennial.

3 Replies to “One More Dance: The 2010 Whitney Biennial”

  1. High five and fist bump too. Yes! I like the “game plan” VERY much. As I know, but need to be reminded…it’s the attitude that I bring to the viewing experience that can “color” what I see…and as you say, this one is loaded with demons past.

    So, with your reminder of attitude check and the snippets of your favs I look forward to taking it on.

    Any thoughts on the curators’ statement; was there one? Where you satisfied with the amount of information that was provided to you about the work?

  2. DR, Given our recent conversation at Wild Ginger regarding language’s relationship to visual art, I am probably not the right friend to comment on that particular issue. Every artist in the show has a “positioning” description alongside their work. I thought these few paragraphs were appropriately sized–about two paragraphs–and fairly straightforward. By that I mean that none of them discolored my experience (that has certainly happened in other shows) and at times offered technical details that were actually helpful. But I will be very interested to hear what you think about the level of information.

    And so true about the attitudinal mindset having a huge impact on the experience. That sometimes does require some discipline or a game plan.

    Thanks for stopping by Debra.

  3. Like the gameplan. My one addition would be: Don’t read anything (wall text or curatorial statements or reviews) until looking time is over, and looking time should be time not spent being jostled in a crowd.

    I’m pleased to see the artists you’ve called out here. I particularly like Frecon, Schmidt, and Auerbach.

    There’s been a lot of twittering on the biennial. Always interesting to see which artists’ names are tweeted.

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