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Although Ji Wenyu has exhibited at Cologne’s Sammlung Ludwig and Portugal’s Biennale de Maya, the western world has yet to fully experience his fabulous delights. The cheeky Chinese artist has been around for over ten years, and while recognition in his homeland is obvious, things are just starting to hot up in the UK and US. However, it’s not all bad. Museum 52 has managed to pick up on his talents, and last night presented ‘Dressing Up Before Going Out’. This is Wenyu’s first solo show in the UK and offers a small but perfectly formed set of works. ‘Living Fossils Have Successfully Mated’, (above) centres on a pair of pandas getting it on, ’Strong Men and Beautiful Women Living in the City’, gives off a greenish trannie vibe, and ‘Jeff Koons is Replaced’, (below) harbours a crisp cosmetic edge. These works are all fun, funky and fresh. In fact, they’re a force to be reckoned with.
I’m a fan of Wenyu’s work. It’s easy to appreciate, entertaining, quirky and queer. It's blatantly East Asian, which is, frankly, wonderful. But how does Wanyu pull this all off so adeptly? He takes all those colours typical of mainstream Chinese advertising of old, and pulls them together for a contemporary, tripped out scene. Bubble gum pinks, grassy greens, lurid turquoises and bright yellows are packed into one small flat space. Sounds awful, but believe me, it looks superb. Wenyu has manage to harness his brighter than bright palatte into a cool, pop art style, creating pieces that are both thought provoking and amusing – amusing for all the right reasons. You see, Wenyu is smart, sharp and sarcastic. He’s an ideal artistic commentator to China’s social and economic scene. Documenting the weird and wonderful habits of those who surround him, he notes their desires and eccentricities, and sometimes seedy traits. But best of all, he does it perfectly.
Over the past few years, London based, Dutch import, Anouk van Tetering has created a nice little international niche for herself. Indeed, since graduating from Chelsea College of Art and Design, while appearing in publications like Cosmopolitain, Elle Decoration and Conaissance des Arts, her work has found its way into private and public collections worldwide. All this popularity and press is no big surprise. Tetering's prints are sexy, seductive and easy on the eye, so it goes without saying, her forthcoming exhibition, 'The Collection', is bound to offer up some saucy delights.
This month Scandinavia’s Andréhn-Schiptjenko Gallery is showing a work by French artist, Xavier Veilhan at Art Basel's Art Unlimited. Le Grand Mobile is a piece which does exactly what it says on the tin and, perhaps unsurprisingly, is reported to be Veilhan’s largest work. Consisting of 25 big, black, shiny spheres, the installation covers a massive 440 square metres and hangs high above the floor. This is the first time Le Grand Mobile has appeared with Andréhn-Schiptjenko at Art Basel, however, it previously exhibited at the Bienal de Valencia, while a motorized version was planned for the Pompidou Centre.
There were tens of openings in London last night, and all were overshadowed and shamed by Dieter Roth and Martin Kippenberger at Hauser & Wirth. Housed in the gallery’s new space at the Coppermill in Shoreditch, this show was, and is, something else. Industrial, urban, well-considered and crazed, this is an exhibition that reaches parts other galleries could only hope for. But then again, the Coppermill is a stunning space. It’s big, it’s bashy, it’s a stiff little finger to those average, whitewashed, run of the mill cohorts. Bottom line, in its entirety, this seeming chaotic yet clearly caculated show is a breath of fresh air. But then again, gallerist Ivan Wirth is no average art dealer. This is a man that opened his first gallery at 16. A man who’s ranked as one of the most powerful in the art world. A man, who, barely into middle age, owns four galleries worldwide. Kind of makes you feel a little inadequate really...
This week Tate Modern unveiled their awaited rehang. It’s a move that owes much to the museum’s collaboration with UBS. The gallery hooked up with the mega-bank for a three-year stint last year and one of the first things on their agenda was a 2006 rehang. At that time the museum felt their original grouping had become stayed. However, back when Tate Modern first opened in 2000, they set a new precedent in hanging polices at large museums. Binning standard approaches of presenting artworks historically, the Tate went for a more novel approach by displaying works by way of theme.
Since graduating from the Rhode Island School of Design, Lisa Stefanelli has established herself as an abstract talent with a cool eye for the organic. Represented by Mark Moore in California and Pierogi in New York, she’s reliable and steadfast in her style. Her paintings that depict great graff-like swirls, flawlessly painted on blank-ish backgrounds, are extremely easy on the eye. However, they’re not so simple that they leave you standing cold. Indeed, they're quite remarkable as Stefanelli has managed to take a clean-cut yet continually morphing formula and turn it into something quite kaleidoscopic. Bottom line, what she does looks effortless, but something so perfect, well, there’s no way these works are easy to create.
While Mark Moore has Stefanelli doing her thing in the Main Gallery, over in the Project Room he offers up a collection of works from emerging talent Jon Flack. A figurative artist with a trippy urban edge, Flack has exhibited at several New York galleries including 31 Grand and Nest, while this particular show will be his first West Coast exhibition. His paintings are immaculate and exact, depicting scenes, which ponder on the cultural and spiritual sidelines of city life; Pan playing his pipe besides two kissing girls in fairy wings, no less, (Pan, above); a dead squirrel; a pigeon perching next to a worn-down statue of a dog. It’s all a little dark yet adversely reassuring; familiar, if you like. In fact, it's an oxymoron that works.
In April last year Rokeby opened up on Store Street in London’s WC1. Since then the gallery has gathered together a tight stable of cool, clean-cut artists including Royal College graduates Michael Samuels and Claire Pestaille. Twelve months on and Rokeby has hooked up with LA’s Mark Moore Gallery. It's a collaboration that's both savvy and significant. After all, the well-established Mark Moore is has a heavy set of artists in tow, including Alistair Mackie, Simon Willems, Allison Schulnik and Chris Tallon. These are all seriously hot talents. Willems alone has been tipped as one of the Top 100 Emerging Artists while his associates are easily as impressive.
Back to Mark Moore’s crew and these guys are something else. Alistair Mackie’s ‘Egg Head’ (above), a hollow doll-style head made from eggshells, is about a precise and perfect as can be; Allison Schlulnik’s canvases, thick with paint are seemingly simple but far more complex on closer inspection, and Ryan Taber super-precise drawings gothic and mesmerising. And it’s all good. In fact, it’s damn near perfect.
Andy Warhol’s ‘Small Torn Soup Can (Pepper Pot)’ (1962) sold for a superb $11.7 million at Christie’s last week. The work, which was painted as opposed to printed, was bagged by Larry Gagosian, who apparently picked the work up for LA’s billionaire collector Eli Broad. The piece was sold as part of a $143.2 million lot and was expected to sell at a slightly higher price of $15 million.
Picasso’s ‘Dora Maar au Chat’ (1941) has become one of the highest priced paintings to be sold at auction, going for a whacking great $95.2 million at Sotheby’s. While you could buy a small country for this price, those who witnessed the sale seemed more interested in the buyer's mannerisms. The Sotheby’s regulars, unimpressed with the buyer's paddle waving, took him for a novice. While he may not have had particularly adapt paddle-wielding skills, as it turned out, this man could likely purchase Sotheby’s entire back catalogue. The founder of Russia’s Standard brand, the country’s biggest selling vodka, Rustam Tariko is rumoured to be worth some $870 million, so really, who cares how he fares with a paddle.
Slotted on the end of Cork Street in London, Alison Jacques Gallery has a constant flow of quietly impressive artists on show. Following last month’s awesome show from Jon Pylychuck, this current exhibition from LA’s Uta Barth focuses predominantly on mounted colour photographs of flowers. The floral body of work, dubbed ‘Untitled’, has been scrupulously planned from A to Z and is spotless in a way that only photography or digital work can be. Lining the walls in perfect precision, this is an exhibition that is nothing if not clean cut. That’s not to say the images are still and stagnant. The colours offered up ensure any feelings of subdued submission are avoided by viewers. Continually bright and startling, alike much of Barth’s previous works the pieces are often hazy but somehow remain defined. They’re pleasing to the eye, a welcomed ease in the world of art without boundaries. But then again, Barth is a talent with well thought out boundaries. She is meticulous; and that’s exactly what makes this show worthwhile.
Focusing on the image of a crying human head, Paul Freud’s series of works showing at Andrew Mummery provide something a little poignant and impassioned. The images are representations of a silent 'cry' given by Pope John-Paul II during the final days of his life, when he found himself unable to speak whilst addressing his congregation. It’s a heart wrenching moment that few will forget. Meanwhile, Freud presents these images in various mediums, endeavoring to find clarity within the individual self-expression of both the artist and subject.