Art Review

We Wish We Could Draw Like Egon Schiele

We all wish we could draw like Egon Schiele. He could capture anybody. He saw right through a sitter and pulled out the inner character. Sad story though. They should do a movie. David Bowie was going to play him at one time but he waited too long as Schiele died at 28.

This show has a 220 volt cattle prod electric charge running through it. It's not your typical art show trying (yawn) another attempt at a shock of the new. These powerful drawings bristle with energy. Pencil lines as hard won as railroad tracks tease and hammer out skulls, eye sockets, jaw lines, skeletal hands. They sculpt wasp- waisted models with economy. Not a line out of place here. Exaggeration and distortion madly dance over the structure of anatomy and laws of physics.  Nor are they figure drawing exercises but x-rays that bare the soul of the sitter. Secrets rarely escaped this artists burning eye.

Egon Schiele, Portrait of Gerti Schiele, 1909

The painting of his sister Gerte looks like it was done yesterday. We would never guess it was done over 100 years ago, before the modern age of automobiles, telephones, electricity and airplanes.

Portrait of the Artist’s Wife, Standing (Edith Schiele in Striped Dress) 1915

Beautifully curated, on one wall a huge painting of his wife stands frigid as a stuffed doll in a wildly gesturing costume. On the next wall drawings hang salon style of lavishly unadorned models vamping it up in his studio. These drawings were sold to gentlemen who, with a wink and a nod, broke them out over cigars and brandy in the parlor.

Egon Schiele, Reclining Woman with Green Stockings, 1917

Later the bourgeoisie turned on him and he was imprisoned for rape, kidnapping and moral indecency. He was never the same upon return to freedom.  His restless fever of draughtsmanship endeding in the Spanish Flu epidemic.

Now we live in the dark ages of classical drawing. Yale routinely debates the value of teaching figure drawing in their art program. In California, The Art Center College known for turning out classically trained artists, has pretty much abandoned that program.

But this exhibit makes you want to toss over your iPad, grab pencil, paper and go sketch. When was the last time an exhibit made you want to draw?

Drop whatever you are doing, brace the weather and see this stunning show. Come early.  A museum guard, citing crowd control,  sidewalked over 40 people in 20 degree weather last Sunday morning.

It's the best exhibit we have seen in a decade.

Egon Schiele, Self-Portrait with Peacock Waistcoat, Standing, 1911.All images courtesy of the Neue Galerie. The exhibit is up until January 19th.

Neue Galerie New York is located at 1048 Fifth Avenue (at 86th Street).
Museum Hours 
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday
11 a.m. to 6 p.m.
(closed Tuesday and Wednesday)

 

 

Someday My Prince Will Come & A Well Lit Greyhound Station

Paul McCarthy is just one twisted dude. Sorry. We all love Walt Disney and really do not have any problems with his vision of America and storytelling. How many Angelinos get teary eyed reminising about sneaking onto Disneyland's Tom Sawyer Island and having a smoke back in the day?  Rite of passage. Huck Finn would have been proud.

So when McCarthy twists our beloved and classic wholesome tales into a huge shit fest it's a little upsetting. But ultimately very funny. Here's a nude and beautiful (bulbous nose notwithstanding) Snow White, on a fourposter bed slowly stretching. Woken up by guess what? Not a Handsome Prince's kiss but 7 little m..f..ckrs whacking off.  Funny. Very Funny. TBS Funny. 
Then she's cleaning the floor Cinderella style after an awful drunken parents party gone mad with pizza boxes, spilled vodka bottles and bathroom mistakes everywhere. Uncle Johnny impaled on a broomstick in the rec-room? Well, he did kind of deserve it, really. The gift shop has a vacuum cleaner abandoned in miduse, a lot of Disney dolls re-purposed with Paul Walt signatures on them. We like this idea much better than anything Jeff Koons has ever manufactured. The show sticks with you like gum on your shoe

The sets are made up of huge colorful flowers, jungle overgrowth, redwood pathways and neat 50's lighting on a random San Fernando Valley tract home. Absolutely georgeous. He took over the entire 67th St Armory on Park. Way to go, Paul McCarthy!

Now for Dullsville U.S.A. The Guggenheim take over by James Turrell is another grand idea. We all love James Turrell for the spiritual, time sensitive light shows. He has an amazing way with subtle light changes much like the aurora borealis. Mesmorizing really. The desert sky creeping over with rose to evening satin blue/purples.
But standing in the Guggenheim rotunda, why do we feel we are in a Greyhound Station in Tucson? The only difference here is we are missing the great feeling of relief when our bus finally pulls in.
Yes, you do meet the nicest people on a bus. But watch out for your stuff when you get up to go to the lavatory. Guaranteed, some one will mess with your backpack left on the seat. No airplane trip here.
Save the energy going through the Guggenheim rabbit warren upstairs. Just dumb squares of light in the corners of the rooms. Very boring. 
Just because you can command the entire Guggenheim exhibit space, doesn't mean you should.  Nobody has ever tamed a Frank Lloyd Wright building. He famously hated art and especially disliked sculpture. He said something like "...sculpture is the stuff you bump into when you step back to look at bad paintings" Architecture again triumphs over art.

 The Guggenheim.