Showing posts with label John Waters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Waters. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Holiday Mail

 



As one of the Christmas Cards that arrived today noted, an upshot of the lengthy Canada Post strike in November and December of last year is that the holidays are now somewhat extended. I was going to save some of these until December of next year, but I think I’ll post them this week, like the overly enthusiastic friend who wishes everyone Happy New Year well into March. 



Monday, October 23, 2023

John Waters | Tragedy









John Waters
Tragedy
Zurich, Switzerland: Parkett, 2015
46 x 46 x 12.5 cm
Edition of 25 signed and numbered copies


Scalp as sculpture, for Parkett magazine issue #96. Made of acrylic, synthetic hair, painted silicone, and urethane, the work resembles a serial killer's trophy, with the type of 'bad taste' artist and filmmaker John Waters is known for.

Waters has had an obsession with Jayne Mansfield since he first saw Frank Tashlin's The Girl Can't Help It, as a skinny ten year old boy in 1956. "This wasn't a movie that my boy classmates wanted to see or cared about," he told The Director's Guild of America Quarterly, "they weren't interested in discussing Jayne Mansfield's complete lack of roots. I really had no one that I could be enthusiastic with about it. So it was a private secret of mine, this movie."

He has referred to his frequent collaborator, the performer Divine (Harris Glenn Milstead 1945 – 1988) as his own Jayne Mansfield. "Well, Jayne Mansfield mixed with Godzilla."

When Mansfield died in a car accident in 1967 it was reported that the actress was decapitated. The urban legend originated with police photographs of her crashed car with its top virtually sheared off, and what resembled a blonde-haired head tangled in the smashed windshield.  

Twenty years later the New York Times sent a journalist to interview the undertaker, who clarified that it was only her wig that came off in the crash. Shortly afterward another report claimed that part of her scalp was separated from her skull, also.

After Mansfield's death, the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration recommended requiring a steel underride guard on all tractor-trailers, something the trucking industry was slow to adopt. In the USA, the underride guard is known an "ICC bumper", or a "Mansfield bar".


"John Waters, appropriately known as the 'Pope of Trash', adores bad taste and things despicable, negative, and disgusting. He loves difference and paradox." 
- Christine Macel, Parkett  

"Wouldn't Jayne Mansfield appreciate the irony of my appalling taste inside a tony swiss art magazine with highbrow credentials?"
- John Waters



Thursday, August 25, 2022

Aleksandra Mir and Tim Griffin | Bad Reviews



Aleksandra Mir and Tim Griffin [eds]
Bad Reviews 
New York City/London, USA/UK: Retrospective Press, 2022
[176] pp., 32 x 24 x 2 cm., softcover
Edition of 400


Andy Warhol proposed that the best way to deal with art criticism was not to read your reviews, but to "weigh them." His advice functions as an update of sorts to showman P.T. Barnum's axiom “There’s no such thing as bad publicity”, mixed with a little Oscar Wilde wit ("There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about"). 

Almost seven years ago, Aleksandra Mir contacted artists around the world and asked them to submit the worst review that they had ever received (I posted about it here, in October of 2015). 

"I am planning to publish an artist's book called BAD Reviews,” she wrote, "a collection of bad art reviews in the form of quotes, transcripts and reproductions of previously published material. I take the view that the bad art review is a near extinct form of creative writing which deserves to be honored, and who better suited to do this, than the artist concerned?".

Earlier this summer, the title was finally released, covering six decades and featuring a hundred and fifty artists including Carolee Schneemann, Lawrence Weiner, Allen Ruppersberg, AA Bronson,  Susan Hiller, Aram Saroyan, Mona Hatoum, Michael Smith, Laurie Simmons, Robert Longo, Dara Birnbaum, David Rokeby, William Pope L, Cindy Sherman, Jessica Stockholder, Marcel Dzama and many, many others. 

Mir and Tim Griffin, the editors, view it as a collectively authored Artist Book, by a hundred and fifty artists who each volunteered to share the worst published review of their work, or other opprobrium. Ed Ruscha, for example, contributed a now-legendary letter he received from the Library of Congress, who returned his Twenty-Six Gasoline Stations book to him ("The Library of Congress does not wish to add [this] to our collections"). 

Both editors contribute a brief afterword, and in Mir's she describes herself as "raised on Warholian wit and Watersesque camp", slightly inoculating herself from pain of negative criticism. 

John Waters proposed to Lit Hub a couple of years ago: 

“Read the bad ones once, the good ones twice, and put them all away and never look at them again. Of course what you always remember are the bad ones. You can ask people to quote the meanest review they’ve ever gotten and nobody says I don’t know. But you never answer them, because when you answer them they get to answer you again. So all the people who didn’t read it the first time see it the second time. Sometimes you learn from a bad review. Sometimes they’re right – a little.”

One almost feels guilty agreeing with some of the negative comments, but Waters' last observation is true. Sometimes they are right. 

Any fear that the contributors were using Bad Reviews to smirk away valid criticism was allayed by the always brilliant Candice Breitz, who posted about her involvement with the project on Instagram:

"This wickedly fun publication was put together by Aleksandra Mir and Tim Griffin. The book sets out to ‘explore and honour the bad review as a genre’ [...]  It makes for a really fascinating read (at times painful, at times hilarious); especially given the relative paucity of critics who are willing to dole out harsh criticism in the current moment. As Aleksandra writes:

"One could easily assert that art criticism is in crisis today. Bad reviews are a rare breed in those magazines run by a circular economy of journalism and advertising. The autonomy of the critic, who anyway gets lousy pay, is often squeezed between these economic and political ends."

My own contribution to the book is a review of an improvisatory performance piece that I put together in the context of Performa in 2009 (’New York, New York’ was its title). In her review of ’New York, New York' for Artforum, Claire Bishop made short shrift of the piece, memorably describing the result of my experimental approach as ‘an abortion.’

I respect Claire very much, so that stung for a moment. Fortunately, I happen to be very much pro-abortion: It is often life-saving!"

Breitz gives the form its due regard (as well as the great Claire Bishop) while also conveying the importance of being able to ultimately shrug it off.  Additionally, she manages to tie the title to the topical and urgent subject of abortion (something also dear to the heart of Mir).


Bad Reviews is not for sale, but rather the copies are shared among the participants. However, it is available to view at the following libraries: 

Academy of Fine Arts, Gdansk
Accademia di Belle Arti G. Carrara di Bergamo
Bard College, Hessel Museum of Art, Annandale-on-Hudson
Bennington College, VT
CalArts, Valencia, CA
Center for Art, Research and Alliances, NYC
Center for Book Arts, NYC
Centre National Édition Art Image, Paris
Chert Lüdde, Berlin
Cleveland Institute of Art, OH
Cloud Seven, Brussels
Delfina Foundation, London
Detroit Institute of Arts, MI
DuplexDuplex, Vancouver
École Nationale Supérieure des Arts Décoratifs, Paris
École Nationale Supérieure d'arts de Paris Cergy
Frac des Pays De la Loire
Francesco Pantaleone Arte Contemporanea, Palermo
Getty Research Institute, CA
Hosmer Gallery, Northampton MA
Iceland University of the Arts, Reykjavík
Institut für Kunst im Kontext, UDK, Berlin
International Center of Photography, NYC
Kestner Gesellschaft, Hannover
Kunstmuseum Schloss Derneburg
L’OEil de Poisson, Quebec City
M+, Hong Kong
Modern Art Oxford
Museum of Contemporary Art, Toronto
Museum of Modern Art, New York
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa, Ontario
Nottingham Trent University
Ocean Space, Venice
Piet Zwart Instituut, Rotterdam
Pomona College, Claremont, CA
Pratt Institute, Brooklyn
Schirn Kunsthalle, Frankfurt
School of the Art Institute of Chicago
SF MoMA








Thursday, August 5, 2021

John Waters to join board of the Baltimore Museum of Art




Yesterday the Baltimore Museum of Art announced five new board trustees: Michael Ealy, Nupur Parekh Flynn, Lori N. Johnson, Anne L. Stone, and filmmaker John Waters. 

“I am very excited to welcome the five new trustees, whose variety of skills and experiences across the fields of art, education, entertainment, marketing, and management will assist us as we continue to find ways to better serve our community and fulfill the Baltimore Museum of Art’s mission,” Zamoiski Segal said in a released statement. “I have no doubt that this new cohort of trustees will enhance the museum’s governance and leadership, and I look forward to sharing their commitment and passion for the BMA’s vision with the rest of the board.”

Last year Waters bequeathed almost four hundred artworks from his collection to the museum: "prints, paintings and photographs" by artists such as Diane Arbus, Thomas Demand, Nan Goldin, Mike Kelley, Roy Lichtenstein, Christian Marclay, Catherine Opie, Richard Serra, Cindy Sherman, Gary Simmons, Richard Tuttle, Cy Twombly,  Andy Warhol, and Christopher Wool.

The gift came with the stipulation that that venue name its east lobby bathrooms after him. Perhaps missing the point of this request, they have also decided to name the domed room in the European art galleries will also be renamed the John Waters Rotunda. 

“Renaming the bathrooms was my idea right from the beginning,” Waters told the Baltimore Sun. “They thought I was kidding and I said, ‘No, I’m serious.' It’s in the spirit of the artwork I collect, which has a sense of humor and is confrontational and minimalist and which makes people crazy.”

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

John Waters | Tragedy






John Waters
Tragedy
Zurich, Switzerland: Parkett, 2015
46 x 46 x 12.5 cm
Edition of 25 signed and numbered copies


Scalp as sculpture, for Parkett magazine issue #96. Made of acrylic, synthetic hair, painted silicone, and urethane, the work resembles a serial killer's trophy, with all of the type of 'bad taste' artist and filmmaker John Waters is known for.

Waters has had an obsession with Jayne Mansfield since he first saw Frank Tashlin's The Girl Can't Help It, as a skinny ten year old boy in 1956. "This wasn't a movie that my boy classmates wanted to see or cared about," he told The Director's Guild of America Quarterly, "they weren't interested in discussing Jayne Mansfield's complete lack of roots. I really had no one that I could be enthusiastic with about it. So it was a private secret of mine, this movie."

He has referred to his frequent collaborator, the performer Divine (Harris Glenn Milstead 1945 – 1988) as his own Jayne Mansfield. "Well, Jayne Mansfield mixed with Godzilla."

When Mansfield died in a car accident in 1967 it was reported that the actress was decapitated. Twenty years later the New York Times sent a journalist to interview the undertaker, who clarified that it was only her wig that came off in the crash. Shortly afterward another report claimed that part of her scalp was separated from her skull, also.


"Wouldn't Jayne Mansfield appreciate the irony of my appalling taste inside a tony swiss art magazine with highbrow credentials?"
- John Waters


Available for $6600 US, here.



Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Cary Leibowitz: Museum Show
























Cary Leibowitz: Museum Show at the Contemporary Jewish Museum closes this Sunday, June 25th. The exhibition is the first comprehensive career survey and solo museum exhibition devoted to Leibowitz, who once (and sometimes still) uses the alias Candyass. I kick myself for missing it, but I will be there in February 2018, when the show travels to Philadelphia. 

For more information, visit the gallery website, here. Or read Wallpaper's review "Pathetic aesthetic: Cary Leibowitz’s zingers are more relevant now than ever", here