a chronicle of two artists' experiences as expats in abu dhabi

Monday, September 27, 2010

worst. article. ever

The Ultimate Collection: Larry Gagosian

This is the article in The National in support of the show that we wrote about earlier -- RSTW: From the Private Collection of Larry Gagosian.

I usually enjoy reading The National, but this article is terrible. I've posted a comment to it on their website, but I don't know if it will show up, so I'll expand here.


The editorial errors are one thing ('textual abstraction' instead of 'gestural abstraction'), but Anne Baldassari's comments are something else. If you don't know she is the curator of the show and is the director of the Picasso Museum in Paris.

Here is what she says about the curatorial idea for the show:

"Firstly,” she says, “RSTW is part of the Roman alphabetic order and it was a more objective way to start investigation of the Larry Gagosian collection.” Letters from the end of the alphabet were chosen, she says, because Arabic is read from right to left."

Could the idea be any more thin? Shouldn't the show be called "WTSR?"

But here is the paragraph that is really over the top:

As well as their influential role in post-war 20th-century art, all of the artists have links with Gagosian himself. “They are all,” Baldassar says, “like Larry, artists from families who emigrated from Europe. They were not immersed in American culture; they were discovering it through advertising signs, commercial posters and text.”

What a load of crap. As Jenn said, America can't win for losing. It takes a European to really know America. Cue De Tocqueville. And earlier Gagosian was described as Armenian-American, so he counts too.

Here's another gem:

“All of them have been closely linked to the West Coast creation in the US,” she says. “Gagosian is from LA, Rauschenberg has been living in LA for most of his life and Warhol is a kind of Hollywood star. The West Coast was, at the time, in creation – the US was built from east to west in a lateral passage – and this desert and the American creation of the landscape links closely to Abu Dhabi. At the moment Abu Dhabi is also creating a new landscape, so there is a parallel.”

This is laughable, incorrect and provincial. Rauschenberg in L.A.? Not at all. Try New York and Florida. Ruscha is the only one based there. For all of them, Gagosian included, New York is where their careers were made. And the whole bit about the "creation" of the West and her East-to-West trajectory is pure Eurocentrism. It's a throwaway idea that is used to make a facile comparison to Abu Dhabi.

These ideas are coming from the curator of the show, a high-powered artworld professional. It's a disgrace. Don't piss on my shoe and then tell me it's raining.

All of these useless and gauzy falsehoods and platitudes mask any real discussion about the show and its limitations. Its a fine show. Its great to look at those works. I'm glad they're here. But is this the best show to have here now? The problem is that it flows only one way. The rhetoric of the show is that these works are Masterpieces and show is here to train the locals in how to appreciate them.

Here's the new boss, same as the old boss.





call for work


This is a call for work that went out this morning....hopefully we get some good proposals. I think a reception for this show during the artfair would be extremely well received! If you didn't get the email and are reading this now.... you are invited too.

Dear all,
Hope you are very well. As most of you know, we are living in Abu Dhabi. We arrived last month and will be here until June.
We are hoping expand our role as cultural representatives and are planning a series of exhibitions in improvised spaces here. Our first one will will take place in our rather large white box of a high-rise apartment on the 37th floor:

We're timing this to coincide with the Abu Dhabi Art Fair in early November when more people are around.
Trouble is, we don't want anyone to ship anything.....
That said, we've come up with a title that should prove interesting.

No Customs:
an exhibition about globally transmissible ideas
We think the form will inspire some meaty ideas, but we want to see what you can send before we get all press-releasy/ themey.
Work we (think we) can handle:
Photography
- files that can be emailed and printed (large/small, black and white or color -- we have access to large format printers)
Video
- video files that we can project or show on monitors (we can get some projectors and a flat screen or two)
Sound
- we can get audio gear
Installation
- negotiable, if items are readily available, we'll try! (but realize you will be operating in the dark about what is available here)
Drawing
- instruction based drawing (you know, like whatshisname.....)
Software/Net Art
- we have an iMac and laptop and a net connection

If you have an idea or file, can you send us an email with a proposal?? Feel free to forward this to other artists who would be excited about it.
Best,
Jenn and Kevin

Thursday, September 23, 2010

art crawl



Two nights ago, we went to "RTSW' a showing of Larry Gagosian's personal collection of Rauschenburg, Ruscha, Twombly, Serra, Wool, and Warhol (hence the acronymic name). It was held on Sadiyat Island, home to the future Louvre and Guggenheim.

The whole thing was on a level that, as you can imagine, you might see at Miami Basel's opening night. Were there well-heeled people? Check. Was there the murmer of many languages? Check. Were there stunning hors-d'oeuvres? Check. Were there virgin mojito cocktails and watermelon juice cocktails served? Check. Was the entire freeway rebranded with signage for the show? Check. Was each guest given a coffee table book? Check. Was there royalty present? Check. Was it held in an air-conditioned building with valet parking on an otherwise deserted desert island? Check.

Ok, maybe those last were not entirely reminiscent of Miami Beach's excess. Whatever. I think you get the idea. The art, of course, was excellent. I am a sucker for a good Ruscha and there were good ones. A painting of a wrongly leveled bird, one of the famous on fire gas stations, and some gorgeous drawings were the highlights. I also love Twombly, but after going to see the Twombly space at DeMenil in Houston, these didn't do it for me as much (i.e. I wasn't in tears).

Get this though.... our taxi arrived at 6:40 for a scheduled 6-8pm event. We drank our juice, ate some nosh, they opened the gallery proper, the prince and entourage went through, we went through, eavesdropped a bit, exited the gallery proper, ate more nosh, looked up, and the place was almost empty. It was 7:10.

This struck us as somewhat sad, and perhaps even rude. Could we not have all hung out and chatted? Debated something? I would love to hear speculation about this total lack of a "scene" as we in the art world swing it. It felt a bit like an after work happy hour.

I have several theories:
1. no debate is perhaps necessary- the work is very very good, top drawer, best of the bunch of western male work, its art writ large, what is there to say (very macho studio portraits were shown with each bio)
2. maybe people didn't know one another too well, or not socially anyway
3. lack of alcoholic lubrication? Can it be that shallow an answer?
4. deals were being made at a dinner afterward at a top-secret event, maybe even in an underwater sanctuary

Anyway, what do you think?

Lastly, we went outside, took the picture of the venue you see above and realized no taxis were around and we were on a deserted desert island in front of a locked air-conditioned box. Thank god, a wonderful woman offered us a ride back to Abu Dhabi. Props to the lovely lady from the British Museum! Thanks Emma.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Who Wouldn't Like This



It was parent/teacher conference day, so afterwards I took the kids here. The blue in the background is the bay.
Its about a $3 taxi ride from our apartment (which is the skyscraper on the right
between the two palms in the background). The weather is getting gooood.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Fix Dis!



A part of setting up a life anywhere is certainly confronting a variety of bureaucratic tasks. That said, many people here note the stultifying complexity and inefficiency of bureaucratic systems here in Abu Dhabi.

Here are a few examples:
- it took me almost two hours to sign up for Ginger's piano lessons. There were several workers, all working furiously on this. I think one was being trained. It was an elaborate process of filling out forms, something being entered onto a computer, other things being entered into an enormous written spreadsheety kind of ledger, things being printed on those computer sheets with the tear-off sides, and, finally, the generation of a written receipt, and a credit card receipt. Thankfully, I have learned to walk around with multiple passport pictures of all of us. When those were requested, I could at least do my bit.

- later the same day (I only did two things on the day in question) I tried to ask a question about how my cell phone works. I just wanted to know how the subscription works.... what in the name of all that is holy is the difference between recharging and renewing? So, we live next door to the headquarters of Etisalat, the main communication company in town. I went up the escalator of their fancy building to the third floor where I took a number. There were many people already waiting, but also many customer service reps, so I settled in to a comfy chair. My number was 677. Then they called 324, but I didn't let this ruffle me because I was just at the NYC DMV and, well, whats a couple hundred numbers. Then they called 929 and I realized there was some other force at work. Anyway, I had to go get kids so I left after an hour and a half. I did stop by the vending machine and decided to "recharge!" and dumped 1oo dhs on the problem ($30?). I would have done 50, but the machine did not give change. So I am recharged, but am not sure for how long.

Social Scene

I'm getting emails (from parents) asking if we are having any fun at all. I think the posts are too cryptic because I'm trying to focus on the bits of odd that we encounter (many times daily).

Case in point, the previous post. I should have also said that we went to dinner with very fun people (a birthday party!) from NY, Ohio, Scotland, and Bulgaria and that we laughed heartily the whole evening. Especially during Hot Stuff..... :)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Fleet Week!



We finally got to actually go out on Friday night. Dinner at a hotel (ie we drank wine and ate prosciutto) followed by BlueBay (?), a Filipino bar.

I hesitate to even to try to describe the quality of this band. The picture will certainly help.
Suffice it to say that America has destroyed the world, not with our munitions or thirst for oil, or power grabbing, but with our popular culture.

Case in point- this was the evening's play list:
1. Bon Jovi - "Its My Life"
2. Santana - "Your So Smooth" (give me your heart make it real....)
3. Donna Summers - "Hot Stuff" (pictured above)
4. Black Eyed Peas - "Pump It"
5. some god awful ballad

I can only describe the feeling of this quarter of bars (and there were many) as some sort of alcohol soaked "recreation area". Much like Fleet Week, I think its designed to let us workers let of some steam.

More on this later.....

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Lulu Hypermarket

For the whole hour I was at the super market, the store played a muzak version of "Take My Breath Away" from Top Gun. Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo, doo doo. I think it was designed to make me crazy.

I bought a fruit I've never seen before.... I'll take a picture of it.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Your overwhelming sense of entitlement is exhausting.

This was the best sentence of an email to our former subletters in NYC. Goodbye to them!
Spread the word, the mccoy house is available after Dec 1, when the lovely Ela and Randall
Jaynes move to their lovely new home!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

My Shopping List for Kevin



I think we have lost all desire for anything I can get here. All I want is a baguette, cheese, and a bottle of wine... and a rambling conversation with one of you dear readers!

Monday, September 13, 2010

End of Civilization



Ok, call me crazy, but this looks like five minutes before the world is destroyed. This is the road that runs parallel to the main road near the coast in Dubai (see the skyline on the right?).

I wish I could say that the picture is this color through some lens and dust trick, but it really is this color. Anyone still going to complain to me about Williamsburg over development? (Ok, go ahead and complain.... I do see the point now).

Souk Shots



a 1970's postcard

I think its because the lens kind of fogs up when the air hits the lens!
This water was at least 80 degrees.

Here is why we have been out of touch.
We've been at a resort for Eid holiday. This is the Indian Ocean in the mountainous Eastern District of the UAE. Lots of families having vacation. An unlicensed (I assume) Mickey Mouse was even onhand to direct kids to the "kids disco" in the evenings. The clarity of the water on this beach was stunning (and there were crabs all over the beach in the morning!)

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Children are Scary 2


Other Scary Things

I know NYC is the same, but living here I find I am asked to suspend my disbelief and trust engineers and architects to an extent usual only at Disney World.

Things that scare me:
1. this aquarium... is actually a tunnel that you walk through. How much does that water weigh? Apparently, a few months ago there was a leak and they had to evacuate the mall. See?

2. driving across the desert... what really would happen if our taxi had broken down on the 1/2 hour drive across the desert to the beach resort hotel last weekend?

3. living on the 37th floor.... apparently a window popped out of our brand new building about a year ago destroying the car of a dean parked below. See?

4. living on the 37th floor.... the elevators

5. lights in swimming pools. I know its fiction, but what about that scene in that Matt Damon movie about the mid east?

6. 15 hour flights....

thanks for the neurosis dump. Thankfully, this means I have nothing rational to worry about. To all the engineers and architects out there---- good work so far.