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Maurizio Cattelan at the Guggenheim

by Kat Balkoski

You've heard the hype. Maurizio Cattelan's retrospective has exploded into the Rotunda of the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum in the form of morbid mobile. Titled "All," the show has left a long trail of critical chatter in its wake. Humorless art purists have snorted derisively at the show's chaotic nihilism, while Cattelan fans have struggled with convolutedly articulated attempts to privilege the "concept" behind this consummate provocateur's newest stunt. The critical assessment varies from "lots of junk," to a "mass execution," to "disrespectful and perverse."

Just to be clear: these last two characterizations were intended as tentative praise. The New York Times' Roberta Smith argued that the show's perversity may be "just the thing for our attention-deficient time." This thinly veiled barb at the show's intended public (as well as its creator) doesn't detract from Smith's intuition that there is something particularly timely about "All."

Apologizing in advance for my lame punning, I can only concede that my opinion of Cattelan's retrospective is still, well, up in the air. I will only say that it reminds me, somehow, of a materialized meme. Many of Cattelan's conceptual jokes resemble those web-based trends that humorously subvert without really threatening. The punch-line may be uncomfortably on target, but its impact fades quickly. Out attention (or lack thereof) is soon caught by other gags. Cattelan certainly bites the hand that feeds him (see the appallingly dehumanizing portrait of Stephanie Seymour), but he is hardly a political radical or an art-world outcast.

Of course, my meme analogy is a little anachronistic, as Cattelan got his start in the mid-80s, long before the Internet's heyday. Yet his conceptual sculpture seems to operate according to the same aesthetic of pastiche that sets the tone for much of our cyberculture. 

AND NOW: A tangential rant.

I have to take this opportunity to vent the frustration I experienced upon discovering that Columbia students no longer receive complimentary admission to the Guggenheim. That's right, CU Arts has cut back on its ability to serve students and art institutions alike. I'll abstain from passing further judgment, as I am not sufficiently informed about the budgetary constraints of Columbia's Arts Initiative to do more than whine. 

I have to admit that the price of admission (fifteen bucks!) gave me pause. After all, all of "All" is hung from the Guggenheim's Occulus! It's more or less entirely visible from the ground floor! And the whole concept behind the retrospective hinges on the undoing of (chrono)logical retrospectives! But I'm glad that I paid for my ticket and wound my way up the ramps. Looking down at "All," I experienced a hypersensory overstimulation that left me both dizzy and awed. I imagined myself in Cattelan's position, looking back/down at an uncannily unified body of work and facing dizzying levels of expectation. "What next?" To quote one of his early performance stunts (a sign he affixed to the door of a gallery where he was showing): "Torno Subito." I'll be back soon. 

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"Ce ne sera pas la première fois / Qu'on aura mangé un artiste." That's "It won't have been the first time / That an artist has been eaten" for you non-francophones. This sexily mysterious track is on Charlotte Gainsbourg's critically acclaimed 2010 album, IRM. Produced by her pal Beck, IRM was apparently inspired by Charlotte's own auditory experiences in an MRI machine (IRM to those French scramblers of Anglonormative acronyms). "Le Chat du Café des Artistes" is a cover of a 1970 song by cult Québécois singer Jean-Pierre Ferland, but Serge's daughter brings to it all of her dark gamine charm. 

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Marc Handelman at Cooper Union

by Emily Lazerwitz

Last Thursday, I attended one of the lectures at the interdisciplinary seminar at Cooper Union. This lecture series takes place every Thursday at 6pm, and while the class is not open to everyone, the lectures are. The purpose of the series is to bring in contemporary artists, who work in all different medias, to talk about their work and their take on the current art scene.

The lecture I attended, Marc Handelman's Sustainability Report: Some Thoughts on an Outmoded Genre, was given by a landscape painter who does more than just paint pretty scenes. He has brought together the idea of the Sublime with modern political thought to develop a new take on nature painting. His first series of paintings are taken from a series of defense ads. He explored their use of the sublime landscape to promote destruction and weaponry. He pointed out that many of these ads do not even use military iconography, just beautiful skyscapes. It only becomes evident upon reflection that these images’ perspective is that of a missile.  

From this series he moved on to exploring Fox News ads and monumental painting. With this group he looked at the power text and the icon in presenting a political message. He distorted this message through various techniques, like enlargement, cropping, and even partially erasure.

For me, Marc’s most interesting work may be his next project: matte paintings. This lost technique originated in the film industry as the precursor to the green screen. The artist would project a photograph on glass and then paint the projected image on the glass. The end result is very beautiful and pristine. What Marc does to update the process is then save the new painting, erase what is on the glass, and project the painted image onto the glass. The paint does not come off the glass completely so the layering produces a mystical effect.

I would highly recommend these lectures to anyone with time and an interest in art. It’s not hard to get to Cooper Union and the opportunity to listen and talk to these artists should not be missed.   Every Thursday at 6pm Rose Auditorium 41 Cooper Square

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No Museum of Contemporary Art?

Rachel Valinksy is mulling over: 

"Contemporary art? As far as I am largely unconcerned, none of what is termed contemporary art, including what is exhibited and screened in various “museums of contemporary art,” for example the Museum of Contemporary Art in Sydney (MCA) or the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles (MOCA), is contemporary1 and most of it is not art! There can be no museum of contemporary art since while now we can have museums but not contemporaneity, with the coming of the messiah we are going to have contemporaneity but no museums—there is going to be no need for a museum in the redeemed world, a world where one finds only what is willed to eternally recur."

1. This applies, in terms of its reception, even to the art that constructs and/or presents universes in which the signals from anything are not necessarily forthcoming, where people perceive the present, not the past.

Read more of Jala Toufic's "The Contemporary Is Still Forthcoming" in e-flux Journal 28

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"I've been working on a piece that speaks of sex and desperation." We've all rolled our eyes at similar lines dropped by too-pretentious art friends. In Karen O's alternating deadpan and psychotic screeching, posturing and angst crystallize into a bitter ode to the self-obsessive and self-destructive tendencies of a certain international art scene. "Art Star," a track off the Yeah Yeah Yeah's very early "Master" EP, remains one of their edgiest and most haunting tracks. There's also a healthy dose of parody ("Shit! I got a gallery in Newwww York"), but the sheer sonic violence of this track saves it from simple pastiche. There were a couple years when the Yeah Yeah Yeah's brand of chic noise rode the garage rock revival tsunami. Too bad Karen O sings faux-naive acoustic crap now. 

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"The world woke up one day to proclaim: "Thou shalt not take part in or make bad art." The second of installment of ArtBeats brings you "The Bad Arts," a tune that'll twist your tongues and tickle your, err, smart bones. Destroyer's Dan Bejar is a master of minutely crafted lyrical witticisms, and his best lines blur the edges of the absurd and the intellectual, the flippant and the heartfelt, the intimate and the gradiose. "The Bad Arts" is off of Streethawk: A Seduction, a 2001 album of Bowie/Costello inspired quirky rock ballads. Streethawk is a lot less smooth, for better or for worse, than Destroyer's equally smart but seriously saxaphone-y 2011 album Kaputt. Bejar tells his songs as much as he sings them, and his best results feel like atmospheric sound-stories rich in allusions and hooks. When Bejar wails: "You see, the Singer sold us out. The Guitarist lost his clout on Life-of-the-Mind-Day," you can be sure he ain't talking about his own band. Destroyer throws down some damn Fine Art.

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Richard Serra at Gagosian

by Adair Kleinpeter-Ross

"I consider space to be a material. The articulation of space has come to take precedence over other concerns. I attempt to use sculptural form to make space distinct."

–   Richard Serra

In Junction / Cycle, his newest show at Gagosian Gallery on 24th Street, Richard Serra proves, his power to meld space in a significant and striking way. The exhibit is composed of two sculptures, "Junction" and "Cycle," but the monumental size of both prohibits the awareness of much distinction between the two, which flow together in a maze of steel. 

Impressive in and of itself is the technical feat of installing the pieces, both of which rise almost to the top of the ceilings in the gallery. The pieces create a maze within the space, one through which the viewer can wander in order to experience the work more directly. Made of Serra's signature weatherproof steel, the sculptures are a brilliant, orange-rust hue. The rendering of the color upon the steel is dynamic, with streaks and lines that move up and down the surface of the steel to create the appearance of texture. In fact, the bright orange color, combined with the narrow and twisting spaces created as one walks through the piece, produce a vista reminiscent of the narrow canyons in Arizona of the same shade of orange.

The two pieces, and the experience they create as a whole, stay true to Serra's aim to use space as a material. As one walks through the paths created between the steel, it is the manipulation of space that is more striking than the walls of steel themselves. As the walls bend, so does the space contained within them, which creates a violation of the viewer’s spatial expectations. As one wanders through the sculptures, the experience becomes one based on all five senses; the narrow space between the steel walls invites touch, the sound within the space is echoed and morphed, and the heavy steel walls, impressively, makes the viewer the most cognizant of the air around them. 

  Gagosian Gallery is located at 555 West 24th Street. Richard Serra Junction / Cycle will be on view through November 26th. 

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Olaf Breuning at Metro Pictures

by Zoe Harris

Olaf Breuning’s “The Art Freaks”, on view at Metro Pictures from September 23 to October 29, appears at first to be an unabashed art-historical pastiche. The exhibition is comprised of twenty-odd photographs, each of them featuring a nude model  (generally female) painted to appear like the artwork of a certain famous modern or contemporary artist, and each titled by the artist’s first name.

The series as a whole plays out like a witty slice of institutional humor and the fun of Breuning’s photographs lies in the uncanny familiarity of these images and the concurrent ‘familiarity’ by which he refers to these famous artists in the works’ titles. All of the biggest names make an appearance, from Vincent (Van Gogh) to Takashi (Murakami), but the forms through which these artists’ “marks” can be detected vary greatly. The viewer is practically begged to scour the portraits one at a time, looking for the telltale sign of its referent—most often the body stands in for the artist’s canvas (Wassily and Pollock, for example), and sometimes it is transfigured into a symbolic object connected to the artist in question (Andy’s bananas, Martin’s frog), however Breuning’s strongest points come when he directly engages with the models’ bodies as contingent to the artist/artwork themselves.

For Yves, Breuning painted a nude female body International Klein Blue, as if she was to perform one of Klein’s Anthropométries (1960). The body is at once the body of the artist’s performance and also representative of the indexical mark left by the body. Not to mention the ‘signature’-ness of Klein’s specific shade of blue as a symbol for the artist himself—the image is ripe with referentiality and fluidly engages with a transmutation of body, artwork, and sign.

With Richard, Breuning has painted a female model copper, and her face covered by Serra’s face. Frida, Joseph, and Vincent also engage in this attachment of the artist to their body (!) of work. This iconization and embodiment of the artist and his or her best-known image(s) is both direct and at the same time, extremely bizarre to encounter. The history of art is built with—among many other elements—strands of appropriation and reference to other artists’ works connecting different movements and generations. It is very rare that an artist will directly appropriate the image of another artist, as an act of this kind of constructive appropriation or pastiche. It is, the exhibition’s title suggests, somewhat “freakish”—it is a Frankenstein’s monster of association and symbolism, the viewer’s deconstruction of a work of art, its making, and its maker. Pastiche itself is a not just a signature of Breuning’s own practice, but also, as suggested by Frederic Jameson, specifically characteristic of so-called ‘postmodernism.’ Breuning draws the viewer’s attention to the often bizarre, often hilarious possibilities of pastiche, and its role in art-making: not just acting as a reference, but to establish a dialog surrounding the politics of art-historical canonization and commercialization of art on the one hand, and on the other, the “genius/mind” of the artist and the “body” of their art.

Metro Pictures Gallery is located at 519 West 24th Street. The Art Freaks runs through October 29, 2011. 

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Tris Vonna-Michell at Metro Pictures

by Rachel Valinsky

Installation-narratives—narratives about the process of creating personal narratives or histories which also construct History—are on view in Tris Vonna-Michell’s debut at Metro Pictures. Vonna-Michell’s installations composed of photographs, written texts, video work, sound recordings, and various ephemera form an archive: a collection of documents and objects which have taken part in a historical process or event. They are also temporal markers of themselves, indicators of the progressive alterations that Vonna-Michell’s installations have undergone throughout their various re-iterations and re-presentations in different institutions.

Vonna-Michell explores the possibilities of language as collections of syntactic units that can through their assemblage and co-existence become material and physical manifestations of a story.  hahn/huhn (2003-ongoing) and Leipzig Calendar Works (2005-ongoing) combine to form a new sound edit which deals with the peaceful demonstrations of East Germans in Leipzig in 1989 leading up to fall of the Berlin Wall and the re-unification of Germany. Finding Chopin: Endnotes 2005-2009 chronicles the artist’s search for and research on the French post-war concrete and sound poet, independent publisher, graphic artist, and occasional gallerist who was also Vonna-Mitchell’s neighbor in Paris. The search began during a visit to Kurt Schwitters’ home and reconstructed “Merzbau," when the artist asked his father why he was born in Southend, England and was told to find Henri Chopin – he would have the answer.

This particular piece, which has been altered and reworked since its inception and throughout its various installments, is a veritable archive of Henri Chopin’s (1922-2008) life and work, as well as a record of Vonna-Mitchell’s inquiry into his very origins and the creative and narrative process that resulted from it. The work speaks of a documentary and archival impulse, which is simultaneously rendered inadequate by the uniqueness and ephemerality of the installation and the self-reflexive text, which is part of the piece. One folding text panel elaborates:

“I knew that the images, whether sheets or slides, would soon lose their meaning, seven or twelve minutes, time would still escape me. Gradually images started declining, in the sense of carrying an affirmative reason for existence, in terms of a sequence. Simultaneous to the disintegration of certain images, the objects I had collected began entering the frame.”

In the same way that Chopin’s concrete poetry evolved into experiments in performance, Vonna-Mitchell takes the photo out of the frame and the words off the page. His work brings language and photography into the tangible world of objects and into the realm of the spoken word and performance art. This ambiguous status as potential indexical referents accentuates a temporal nature. Their significance to the viewer is shaped by his or her ability to apprehend particular objects, form associations, and connect the elements to each other. Following in the Duchampian logic of the viewer completing the work through his interaction with it, Vonna-Mitchell invites the viewer to take part in the performative process of interpretation and meaning-production, working with concrete objects as materials with which to reconstruct a now immaterial story.

A few streets away, at Zach Feuer Gallery, Karen Cytter’s Video Art Manual claims that the disappearance of language creates a romanticized view of history. Imbued at once with a certain material presence and temporal absence, Vonna-Michell’s installations both enter into and challenge this logic of romanticization. His exploration of how words, expressed in different media (written text, photographs, recordings, videos, objects…), may combine to form an inherently historicized and historicizing language, also generates a certain auratic texture, one which embodies the ambiguous stance between fact and fiction which characterizes Vonna-Michell’s work.

Metro Pictures is located at 519 West 24th Street New York NY 10011. Tris Vonna-Michell's works will be on view through 10/22. 

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HEY. YOU. This post is the start a new series. It's called ArtBeats. Every week I will post a song that has some connection (obvious, subtle, or suspiciously tenuous) to "Art." Submissions welcome. 

This first post is from a lo-fi pop outfit appropriately named The Art Museums. Hailing from San Francisco, they mix a fun retro scuzz with amusingly self-conscious lyrical pretension. A personal favorite from the track posted above: "It's too much high art to take / I can tell by your face." Frontman Glenn Donaldson has said in interviews that his jangly off-pop aims to trace "imagined mythical 'hipness' and its absurdity." Sources of inspiration also include "modernism, pop art, social commentary, and personal catharsis." Bingo. 

"Sculpture Gardens" is off their Rough Frame EP. Check out their MySpace. 

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Ostalgia at the New Museum

by Kat Balkoski

What is “Ostalgia”? An impressive survey at the New Museum plays on a contemplative “looking-back” on life in the former Soviet bloc. “Ostalgia” functions as a clever neologism that hints at cultural malaise in an economically transitioning Post-Wall East (or “Ost” in German) while avoiding explicit historical or political “messages.” “Ostalgia” is chronologically inclusive: it contains works created during the final decades of the Soviet Bloc and post-Soviet works that address Communism’s legacy. The show feels like a meditation on the mediation of memory (as in Petrit Halilaj’s “Cleopatra”): a nostalgic (re)exploration of art and life in the Soviet Bloc, a lost world, through a shuttling between presence and absence. 

Phil Collins’ film “Marxism Today” (still above) brings together historical footage and poignant interviews with three East German teachers of Marxism and Leninism. Collins uncannily appropriates the glossy editing style of made for TV documentaries, but the film's attitude towards Marxism remains ambiguous. The personal trajectories it follows are heterogeneous: one ex-teacher becomes a rich banker while another faces the trauma of her husband’s suicide. Nonetheless, the subjects interviewed seem to agree that the transition to capitalism forced them to make meaning for themselves where previously Marxist ideology had provided it.

Michael Schmidt’s photographic series “U-NI-TY” (notice the ironic typographical division) brings together personal portraits and appropriated public images of totalitarian symbols to create a visual archive of life in the GDR. Photographer Boris Mikhailov, created provocative portraits of both the ugliness and the eroticism hiding behind Soviet myths of social harmony and cohesion. Some works are less self-consciously critical of the Soviet regime: Outsider artist Alexander Lobanov's drawings are obsessive elaborations of the macho iconography of Soviet propaganda, notably Kalashnikovs. 

A beautifully understated video work, Tacita Dean’s “Palast,” lingers melancholically on the reflections made on the dirtied glass surface of the Palast Der Republik in Berlin. Deformed fountains and graffiti hover enigmatically on in the red evening light cast on this East German monumental structure. The Palast der Republik that was abandoned after reunification and eventually demolished in 2008. The 10 minute film performs a double eulogy for the obsolete and the abandoned: the 16mm film Dean uses is no longer printed. 

“Ostalgia” can be understood as a term that defies censorship and commemorates lost worlds. The New Museum’s show, curated by Massimo Gioni, lives up to its multifaceted title. 

The New Museum is located at 235 Bowery. Ostalgia runs through 10/2. 

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Jenny Saville at Gagosian

by Emily Lazerwitz

Jenny Saville’s show “Continuum” opened at the Gagosian Gallery’s Madison Avenue location this past Thursday, September 15. Those unfamiliar with Saville’s work should be warned: her work is large and it is grotesque, in the most beautiful way possible. Walking into the upper room of the gallery, viewers are confronted with four large painted canvases, each measuring about 6ft by 9ft. The huge scale of these works exacerbates the poignancy of their subject matter: they depict abused children with bloodied faces. The images are so striking and the brush strokes so bold and violent that one cannot help but feel a chill. While these pieces were clearly the blockbusters of the show, Saville’s charcoal and pastel sketches seem to be crowd favorites. In these sketches, Saville created remarkably un-smudged layers despite the messy medium. Even though it brings together fewer than ten pieces, “Continuum” showcases Saville’s technique in a new and powerful way. See this show: it’s accessible, it's right across the park, the space is beautiful, and it’s free. 

"Continuum" runs through October 22. Gagosian Gallery’s Madison Avenue location is at 980 Madison Ave between 76th and 77th.

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Ellen Gallagher at Gagosian

by Adair Kleinpeter-Ross

   This past Saturday, February 26th, marked the final day of a month-long exhibit of Ellen Gallagher's work at the Gagosian Gallery on West 24th street. The exhibit, entitled Greasy, marks the first time Gallagher has displayed her work in New York City since a 2005 exhibit at the Whitney Museum.

The exhibit was a mixture of two distinct types of work: large oil and mixed-media works were hung on the wall and smaller works were displayed in way that transformed them from two-dimensional pieces into something more sculptural. These works, rendered on thick, yet translucent, paper, were incased and suspended in wood-framed glass boxes (set upon high tables) to enable the viewer to see the piece from both sides. Although the pattern on the back side of each piece initially seemed like simply the ink from the front bleeding through, further investigation yielded the discovery that the organic shapes on the back were similar and overlapping with the primary designs on the front, but also possessed other dimensions that could not be found on the front side. These pieces were the strongest in the show; Gallagher appeared to be drawing on the fluid shapes and the colors of sea-life to create swirling ink designs layered with texture (from gesso) and small slices of paper from other sources, such as magazines and fliers. The most striking aspects of these works, however, was the miniscule and elaborate patterns she created by cutting out pieces of the paper, making the whole suspended work look like it, itself, was also a piece of organic matter from the ocean. As striking and innovative as these works were, the larger, more formal “paintings” fell flat. With the Armory show quickly approaching, the pressure to create marketable, and expensive, works was very apparent in the paintings of Gallagher (and in almost all of the shows currently up in Chelsea). Some of the paintings attempted to use the same sea-motif as the paper works, but the huge size of the canvas made the almost mono-chromatic, dark blue paintings seem unnecessarily heavy. Other paintings tried to re-use the coffee bean motif that is recognizable in Gallagher's earlier work, which is a reference to her bi-racial (half Irish and half African American) roots, yet these pieces also seemed over-worked and created only to be sold. According to the press release published by the Gagosian Gallery, these pieces represent “charts or maps of a world not yet visible” for Gallagher, who stated that: “the work comes out of my desire to create an expansive, fluid realm that is both the concrete historical fragments it is made up of and the new form it describes.”     Gallagher was born in Providence, RI and attended Oberlin College in Ohio. She has been shown in museums and galleries across the world, including the Whitney (New York), the Tate Modern (London), the Museum of Modern Art (New York), the Centre Pompidou (Paris), and the Museum of Fine Arts (Boston). She won the American Academy Award for Art in 2000 and participated in the Venice Biennial in 2003.

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Twisted Fantasy: George Condo at the New Museum

by Kat Balkoski

      George Condo has been in the news recently for his work on the five covers of Kanye West’s My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy and the ensuing censorship scandal. An uncensored survey of Condo’s work at the New Museum, “George Condo: Mental States,” showcases the artists’ subversive homage to Old Master painting, as well as his sculptural work and some of his sketchier  “drawing paintings.”

Condo was a friend of Keith Harring and Basquiat in the 1980s, and some his work seems to engage with graffiti-art, weaving together sketchy figures and snarling faces in rhythmic partially abstract compositions. But Condo’s best known work seems to draws its inspiration more from Velazquez or Rembrandt than graffiti, and his interest in remaking the Old Masters for our schizophrenic age feels like less of a gag than a deep exploration of aesthetic and psychological (and perhaps psychotic) potentialities. Large-scale portraits of the deformed, the imaginary, and the rodent-like terrify and amuse, plunging us into a singular paranoid vision of Art History and the human psyche. (Francis Bacon meets Roger Rabbit). A leering Queen Elizabeth (“The Insane Queen,” 2006) with one enormous eye popping out of its socket is no less playfully transgressive than a reflective Mary-Magdalene (“Mary Magdalene,” 2009) with enormous mouse ears and an impossibly long torso. Condo’s figurative oeuvre includes a number of classically composed portraits as well as depictions of various manic and cartoon-like sexual encounters. The exhibit is divided into four sections each offering a new take on Condo’s psychic and aesthetic explorations.

         “George Condo: Mental States” is running at the New Museum through May 8th. 235 Bowery, NR to Prince. Wednesday 11-6; Thursday 11-9; Friday, Saturday, Sunday 11-6.

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Andy Warhol: Motion Pictures at MoMA

by Emily Lazerwitz

    The two-room gallery on the sixth floor of Museum of Modern Art now houses a new Andy Warhol exhibit. Upon entering the gallery space, one is surrounded by massive flat screen televisions, which display a different black and white silent film. Known collectively as “Screen Tests,” these twelve films are made in the style of a typical screen test. Each film consists of a headshot of a different celebrity from the 1960s, who either merely blinks or does a mundane action such as brushing teeth. Some of the familiar faces are stars that Andy Warhol brought into the spotlight like Edie Sedgwick, while others are famous on their own accord like Allen Ginsberg and Dennis Hopper. The sheer size and multitude of the films, 7 by 9 feet, creates an incredible impact on the viewer. These larger than life celebrities who silently stare out surround the viewer. Warhol’s obsession with celebrity comes through due to the film stars’ imposing presence.

    In the second room, a large theater space plays one of Warhol’s silent films “Kiss.” This film is also a black and white, which stars two people doing the relatively obvious activity of kissing. Upon walking into the theater, a young tween boy beside me came running in clearly excited to see what he thought was a risqué movie. For the rest of us, it may not be quite as exciting but still beautifully artistic. I think this exhibit, though small, is definitely worth the trip downtown to see. Again, MoMA is free with a CUID! For more information visit MoMA’s website, which incidentally includes some cool multimedia, including a page encouraging viewers to create their own screen tests as a "modern update on Warhol's practice."