Marsden Hartley's Maine: what the Modern painter took from his home state—and what he left behind

Marsden HartleyThis month, the Met Breuer opened Marsden Hartley's Maine (until 18 June), which looks at how the state became the "ur-subject" of the Modern artist's work. In this excerpt from the exhibition catalogue, the show's curators, Donna M. Cassidy, Elizabeth Finch and Randall R. Griffey, outline how it shaped his vision and why he could never, despite his many travels, fully leave it behind.

Alfred Stieglitz
Alfred Stieglitz's portrait of Marsden Hartley (1916) from the collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. (Gilman Collection, Purchase, Gift of Marsden Hartley, by exchange, and Gift of Grace M. Mayer, by exchange, 2005)
“Marsden Hartley’s life made a full circle before its close,” wrote Elizabeth McCausland in the opening of her seminal 1952 monograph on the artist. This circle was inscribed around Maine: Hartley was born in the mill city of Lewiston in 1877 and died in the Down East coastal town of Ellsworth in 1943. At his request, his ashes were scattered over the state’s storied Androscoggin River, the waterway after which he had named a collection of poems published three years before his death. Hartley began his professional career in the first decade of the twentieth century by creating lush, dazzling landscapes of his home state’s western hills and concluded it by presenting himself (beginning in 1937) as “the painter from Maine” and producing roughly rendered paintings of—and publishing related poetry and prose about—Maine’s rugged landscape, coastal terrain, and working-class folk. In the interim, he made only brief visits to the state in 1916 and 1918, with summertime stays in 1917 and 1928. Nevertheless, he felt that Maine was with him both as a point of reference and as a concept throughout his many travels across Europe and North America. Yet Maine, the ur-subject that infused the full spectrum of his oeuvre, has been only selectively addressed by his earliest interpreters and subsequent scholars.

The exhibition Marsden Hartley’s Maine considers the artist’s complex, sometimes contradictory, relationship with his native state and how he navigated this relationship through painting. Hartley explored both what was exhilarating and what was desolate in Maine, finding there both light and darkness — the brilliant Post-Impressionist landscapes versus the bleak, deserted Maine works of his early career and the 1924 Paris Paysages; the bright, buoyant coastal views versus the mournful landscapes of his late career. It was this perception of Maine as a place of desolation, together with his habitual restlessness, that prevented him from settling there permanently.

Having endured a lonely childhood and stung by the devastating loss of his mother at the age of eight, Hartley sought to distance himself from the New England conservatism of his upbringing, outwardly rejecting his home state as a marker of heritage for many years. Writing from Bermuda in February 1917 to his dealer, photographer and gallery owner Alfred Stieglitz, he chafed at critic Henry McBride’s characterization of him as a Yankee in a review of Hartley’s Berlin paintings. “This Hartley . . . is a lean, intellectual, disillusioned type,” McBride wrote in the New York Sun: “‘Very American,’ as the Berlin newspapers said; so American that it is a fair guess that he is a Yankee.” To Stieglitz, Hartley retorted, “I come as near being a man of no land as anyone I know, spiritually speaking.” Earlier, in 1913, he had written to Gertrude Stein from Germany: “I am without prescribed culture,” adding, “I have grown up out of a strange thicket.” The contradiction in these statements — one a proclamation of self as tabula rasa and the other professing a far __more complex and fraught relationship to his beginnings — suggests the fluctuating, unsettled nature of Hartley’s feelings toward his place of origin. The artist’s homosexuality — alluded to in his personal correspondence and conveyed in poignant, coded terms in some of his greatest works — may have contributed to an ingrained sense of isolation that could be only partially dispelled by chosen friendships and alliances.

Leaving Maine in 1893 to join his family in Cleveland, Ohio, Hartley began his art education in that city. He moved to New York in the fall of 1899 and spent the following summer in Maine, establishing a pattern of living and working between his home state and New York or Boston. In New York in April 1909, Hartley met Stieglitz, who would become not only his dealer but his confidante and counselor throughout much of his career. Stieglitz immediately recognized Hartley’s unique voice (“I believed in you & your work . . . I felt a spirit I liked”) and the very next month exhibited a selection of the Maine landscapes at his Little Galleries of the Photo-Secession, at 291 Fifth Avenue, known simply as 291. Hartley had another solo show at the gallery in the winter of 1912, and in April he left New York for his first trip to the modernist art capitals of Europe, Paris and Berlin. He returned briefly to New York in late 1913 to exhibit, again at 291, his earliest European works. Back in Germany by the spring of 1914, he remained there until wartime conditions forced him to return to the United States in the winter of 1915.

Hartley continued his travels on this side of the Atlantic, with stints in Provincetown (1916), Bermuda (1916-17), Ogunquit (1917), New Mexico (1918-19), and California (1919), before again settling in New York and playing a brief, rather nominal role in the international Dada movement. In late 1921 he returned to Europe, first to Paris and then to his beloved Germany, where he remained until 1923.

That year Hartley began a series of paintings that revisited his New Mexico landscapes before venturing on to Vienna and Italy. He traveled to New York in 1924 but quickly sailed back to Paris. The following year he moved to Vence, in south-eastern France. In 1926, 1927, and 1929 he painted in Aix-en-Provence, in an artistic communion with Paul Cézanne, an experience that bore fruit not only in his own paintings of Mont Sainte-Victoire—a site immortalized by the French Post-Impressionist—but also, __more subtly and more profoundly, in his later depictions of Maine’s Mount Katahdin.

The emotional toll of this peripatetic life began to weigh on Hartley, as he confided to Stieglitz in December 1924, and he began to “feel the need of finding an actual . . . spiritual pied à terre for the earthly as well as the idyllic side of my existence. . . . I want so earnestly a ‘place to be.’” External pressures also began to define his personal and professional relationship with his homeland. Chief among these was the belief, prevalent throughout the 1920s and into the 1930s, that the creation of great American art was predicated on an artist’s “rootedness” in his or her native culture. It was a trend in step with the rise of isolationist and anti-immigration sentiments during this period. Stieglitz was among the most devoted and active proselytizers of cultural nationalism through the promotion of his second circle of artists, including Hartley, Charles Demuth, Arthur Dove, Georgia O’Keeffe, Paul Strand, and John Marin, a group he christened in the 1925 exhibition “Seven Americans” and subsequently supported through his gallery An American Place, which opened in 1929. However, Hartley’s continued distance and perceived disconnectedness from the United States with his travels to Mexico, Germany, and Nova Scotia in the early 1930s contributed to a growing and eventually irreconcilable rift with Stieglitz, although his return to American subjects, and particularly to Maine, was due in large part to the influence of his former mentor.

But the narrative of a triumphant late-life return was only part of the story. Hartley transformed American modernism by approaching his place of origin as a lifelong creative resource. Fundamentally, the state offered the inspiration of nature as an alluring subject, as it had for many earlier American artists, including Fitz Henry Lane, Frederic Edwin Church, and, most famously, Winslow Homer, who created a vision that was unique among his contemporaries also painting in the state and whose precedent as a painter of Maine Hartley was acutely aware. Hartley’s early Maine landscapes of the western hills overlap and contrast with Homer’s coastal views, and his later work is in dialogue with that of other artists in Maine, both native-born and transplants, among them John Marin, Edward Hopper, painters in the Ogunquit and Monhegan art colonies, and those who produced the New Deal post office murals.

Hartley rendered Maine for reasons and with effects that extended far beyond topographical or physical description. The landscape served as a slate on which he pursued new ideas and theories pertaining to formal elements of color and design. It was a modernist testing ground. In his Maine landscapes of 1908-11, he experimented with abstracting from nature and established compositional devices that would recur throughout his oeuvre. Consider, for example, the many similarities connecting Carnival of Autumn (1908) and Mount Katahdin, Autumn, No. 2 (1939-40). Both present their respective landscape subjects in flattened, hieratic arrangements composed in tiers: lake and foothills, mountain — which appears well above the composition’s center point — and a band of blue sky filled with white clouds. Furthermore, the sublimity of the landscape suggested to Hartley the presence of a higher power, one that he was predisposed to understand through the lens of American Transcendentalism after he discovered Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Essays.

Maine’s dramatic change of seasons led Hartley to make landscapes in series, sustained meditations on the passage of time and the inherent tension between temporality and permanence. His paintings of the tempestuous coastlines are imbued with pain, loss, and alienation, themes that course through his life as they give power to his art. Maine’s lumberjacks and loggers appear in both the early and the late work. He also drew farmers and formidable New England spinsters early in his career, and to this collection of traditional types he added fishermen and hunters when he returned to Maine in his final years. Hartley’s protagonists are embodiments of the rugged terrain, stalwart expressions of a rough and precarious existence.

Hartley’s Maine includes absences and omissions. He painted the inland mountains and the coast as well as the people of these regions, but his Maine remains untouched by industrialization. Power lines and highways appear nowhere in his paintings. And while he grew up in the industrial city of Lewiston and even worked briefly in a shoe factory, these experiences are never invoked. When he did paint Lewiston, early in his career, it was the poetic Androscoggin River that figured in such works as River by Moonlight, a painting no longer extant but mentioned in an article from 1906. Later paintings of woodlots and log drives allude to the lumber industry, with dramatic views of nature touched by workers but no sign of the mills.

Hartley observed Maine as an outsider always returning, as a traveler remembering his birthplace. As the art historian Bruce Robertson has written, “The act of looking was [for Hartley] always mediated by memory.” He perceived Maine through the veil of the many places he had lived in or passed through — towns and cities in Europe and across North America; Hartley’s Maine was a global place. Other representations of the state, not only by other artists — Homer and Marin — but advertisements for tourists, film, and regionalist literature by, for example, Sarah Orne Jewett, all influenced the way the artist envisioned the land and its people. Hartley worked primarily from the imagination, in a studio, and less directly from nature. During winters in New York, he would rework and complete pictures begun in Maine during the summer and autumn. Distance, selectivity, imagination, and memory—these were the elements that shaped his vision.

Donna M. Cassidy, Elizabeth Finch and Randall R. Griffey are the organisers of the exhibition

Marsden Hartley's Maine, Met Breuer, New York, until 18 June; the show travels to the Colby College Museum of Art, Waterville, Maine, 8 July-12 November

From Lawrence of Arabia’s robes to Napoleon’s horse: National Army Museum reopens in London

From Lawrence of Arabia’s robes to Napoleon’s horse: National Army Museum reopens in London The National Army Museum in London’s Chelsea reopens its doors today (30 March) after a three-year, £23.75m makeover. The museum created by royal charter in 1960 and originally located in former stables at the military academy Sandhurst houses the central collection of the British Army and of the Commonwealth land forces. Thanks in part to a £11.5m grant from the Heritage Lottery Fund, the museum has now transformed its brutalist 1960s building and taken hundreds of objects—uniforms, weapons, equipment and ephemera as well as art—out of the stores for the first time.
 
The refurbishment by the architects BDP and the design agency Event aims to increase visitor numbers from 270,000 to __more than 400,000 a year. The permanent displays convert 350 years of British military history into five new thematic galleries installed around a light-filled atrium: Soldier, Army, Battle, Society and Insight. Exhibits range from Lawrence of Arabia’s robes and dagger and the recently conserved skeleton of Marengo, Napoleon’s horse captured after the Battle of Waterloo, to hard ration biscuits from the First World War and a Burberry trench coat. Two-thirds of the __more than 2,500 objects have never been seen in public before.

  • A display dedicated to the Battle of Waterloo, including the recently conserved skeleton of Napoleon’s horse Marengo, at the National Army Museum in London (Image: Nicky J Sims/Getty Images for the National Army Museum)
  • Earl Haig Fund (Scotland) poppy badge (around 1930) (Image: © National Army Museum)
  • Gerald Laing's Pop art critique of the Iraq War, REPETITION, 2004-5 (2005) (Image: © Gerald Laing Estate)
  • The new-look National Army Museum in London (Image: © Paul Raftery; courtesy of the National Army Museum)

The dedicated paintings gallery on the top floor has disappeared and the “cream of the collection” has now been interspersed throughout the other displays, says the senior research curator Emma Mawdsley. But the inaugural show in the museum’s new 500 sq. m exhibitions space, War Paint: Brushes with Conflict (until 19 November), presents more than 130 paintings, drawings, prints and objects exploring the art of conflict. Many of them were made by soldiers and former soldiers, such as REPETITION, 2004-5 (2005), a critique of the Iraq War by the Pop artist Gerald Laing, who served as an officer in the Royal Northumberland Fusiliers before he went to art school in the 1960s.
 
“I don’t think that you can understand British history if you don’t understand the history of the British army,” says Janice Murray, the museum’s director general. “The British army in many ways has shaped the country we live in today—and indeed the world we live in today—and I hope we’ve managed to capture that at the museum.”

The persistent disbeliever: on Donald Judd's writings

The persistent disbeliever: on Donald JuddHas there been a __more rigorous sceptic than Donald Judd? Set aside, for a moment, the philosophers who only think about the world, and picture Judd in Long Island City at the Bernstein Brothers metal shop in 1970 telling fabricators how to make his work. Picture him at home in Manhattan at 101 Spring Street, the building he bought in 1968 as a studio, home and space "in which to install work of mine and of others" so he could spend a long time looking to see whether or not something worked. Imagine him at his desk with pen and paper complaining about those who were too sure: "I gave up on Michael Fried when I heard him say during a symposium that he couldn’t see how anyone who liked Noland and Olitski or Stella could also like Oldenburg and Rauschenberg or Lichtenstein, whichever."

Judd liked Noland and Olitski and Stella and Oldenburg and Rauschenberg and Lichtenstein—and that's all it took, Fried was already disproven. It was too artificial for Judd, this idea that art should hang together in a perfect ideological constellation. Who was Fried to say, as he did at that symposium, that anyone who liked both Noland (the supposed heir to Pollock) and Lichtenstein (a supposedly frivolous aberration) was "in the grip of the wrong experience"? What made Fried the adjudicator of proper and improper experience? Judd felt that whatever a work of art had to say, it said so clearly and directly. It required no special knowledge; it had no ulterior motive or "any hidden subjective depth," as the scholar David Raskin says. It was all right there.

"Most people have some philosophical ideas," Judd wrote in 1983. "Almost none live by one of the grand systems, only by their fossil fragments." The crystal ball of Modernism was broken. Now each individual had to piece things back together in a way that made sense to him or her. It was senseless to form a "closed situation," which he accused "Clement Greenberg and his followers" of trying to do in an essay he published in the magazine Studio International in 1969. Their teleological ideas were not only needless; they were absurd:

"I’ve expected a lot of stupid things to reoccur – movements, labels – but I didn’t think there would be another attempt to impose a universal style. It’s naive and it’s directly opposed to the nature of contemporary art, including that of the artists they support. Their opinions are the same as those of the critics and followers of the late 1950s: there is only one way of working – one kind of form, one medium; everything else is irrelevant and trivial; history is on our side; preserve the true art; preserve the true criticism. This means that Grace Hartigan and Michael Goldberg were better than Reinhardt and Rauschenberg and that Jack Bush and Edward Avedisian are better than Oldenburg and Flavin. Both groups, by these attitudes, slowly destroy the work they’re protecting."

These are the polemics that emerge from Donald Judd: Writings (or the orange book, for the colour of its cover), which was published by the Judd Foundation and David Zwirner Books in November. The book reveals a deeply incredulous man whose arguments were sustained and broad. He was against dealers and collectors, sub-par painters, architects of all kinds (they are "like dentists, in that they are routine and don’t think beyond what they’re doing, but at least dentists are practical"), art handlers ("the various shippers are careless and usually the museum staff that handles art is careless"), critics (Peter "Schjeldahl should try to think and not ramble and jeer"), clueless middling bureaucrats, the US government, Richard Nixon and the first George Bush. He had not the slightest appetite for polite back patting. Ellsworth Kelly, a gentle man if there ever was one, once told me with a resigned sigh that Judd had dismissed him as a "good old European" artist, a barb Judd used often.

Doubt always came first. Even his 1965 essay Specific Objects—which sets out to define, in the broadest terms, the characteristics of the best contemporary art—begins negatively. The opening line is: "Half or __more of the best new work in the last few years has been neither painting nor sculpture." The next paragraph begins: "The new three-dimensional work doesn’t constitute a movement, school, or style. The common aspects are too general and too little common to define a movement. The differences are greater than the similarities." And they are. The artists he was drawn to—Yayoi Kusama, John Chamberlain, Lee Bontecou, George Segal, Ronald Bladen, H.C. Westermann—make a distinctly heterogeneous group. They share less a formal or conceptual tendency than an ability to attract Judd's interest.

Fried was wary. In "interest," he saw the true measure of Judd's lack of principle. The artist had many misgivings, but where were his positive values? What did he believe in, what did he defend? In Specific Objects, he wrote that a work of art "needs only to be interesting," which Fried dismissed as intellectual frivolity. For the critic, there was much more at stake. A work of art needed to be significantly more than "interesting"; it had to compel conviction—"specifically, the conviction that a particular painting or sculpture or poem or piece of music can or cannot support comparison with past work," as he wrote in his essay Art and Objecthood, first published in Artforum in 1967. Minimalism (or Literalism, as Fried called it) had no such investment in tradition. It negated art until all that remained was the mere, hollow objecthood of a spare metal box on a gallery floor.

Judd's reply, which came in 1969, was characteristically biting: "That prose was only emotional recreation and Fried’s thinking is just formal analysis and both methods used exclusively are shit." Yet the critic had a point: Judd's method seemed to always emphasise negativity and doubt, whereas for Fried, doubt was a hurdle to be overcome. For the critic, as the art historian James Meyer writes in his book, Minimalism: Art and Polemics in the Sixties, "Only an assertion of faith in the means of expression could stave off the dadaist doubt that art could still matter, still convince, still have something to say." Persistent scepticism looked to Fried like plain nihilism and nothing short of religious zeal was the proper corrective. It is no coincidence that Art and Objecthood begins with an epigraph by the 18th-century Colonial Calvinist preacher Jonathan Edwards.

But Fried had missed something about Judd. He was an atheist, certainly, but a pessimist? That cannot explain his belief that art had political and moral dimensions. Barnett Newman, one of Judd's idols, felt that if his paintings were truly understood, "it would mean the end of all state capitalism and totalitarianism," which was a sentiment Judd largely echoed. Like Newman, he was an avowed anarchist and he bristled when a curator from the Guggenheim Museum said their Hans Haacke show from 1971 was cancelled because the museum charter's prohibited political art. "I was offended," Judd said, "since that meant that my work, acceptable as so-called abstraction, had no political meaning." It did have such content, he felt, because a work of art was like a person, a complete character, full of the same convictions and confusions, half-thoughts, guesses, intentions and wavering reflections. "It's seldom said," Judd wrote in 1984, "that art involves all of the concerns of philosophy, even of living."

Donald Judd at his print studio in Marfa, Texas, in 1982. (Photograph: Jamie Dearing. Image © Judd Foundation)

When Judd was still young, he developed the conviction that only a mechanical description of a work of art could be true; anything else was empty speculation. In 1959, when he was a graduate student in art history at Columbia University, he wrote a paper for Meyer Schapiro where he mapped out a painting by James Brooks, with letters designated for various sections, and wrote:

"'E' and 'C' are both light and similar in color, yet 'C' functions as a concavity while 'E”'is convex and is one of several such areas surrounding 'C.' The convexity is formed by the outward bulging contour, by the light orange patch and the black line – a reference to the frontal black plane of 'D' – laid across 'E,' which prevent its recession and describe its curve, and by a blue-green earth-colored stroke, which pushes the area inward, on an angle into space, also described by the lines, and separates 'E' from 'C.'"

To be fair, Judd was young—only 31—when he wrote this essay and he did not intend it for publication. But a certain tediousness never left him. His prose, especially in large doses, can be tiresome, which was a quality he cultivated. He did not care for Art News poet-critics like Frank O'Hara, whose book on Pollock had "some baloney, and no real thought." Judd's style was tougher, more exact; more practical criticism than art criticism. Nuts and bolts were what he was after: shape, colour, tone, hue. In a review of Burgoyne Diller's work from 1963, he wrote: "The color structures suggest the idea that different colors, given the same volume, appear to have different volumes in space. Or that different volumes, painted the right colors, can be equal or otherwise related. This is a good idea, but it needs considerable development."

He wrote hundreds of reviews like this between 1959 and 1973, primarily for Arts magazine where Hilton Kramer was the editor and paid $6 for 300 words. The articles are often sharp and articulate, but never quite completely comprehensible. Judd was an exact writer: specific, deliberate, but often too close to the thing to see it whole, like an assembly line worker who only does the fittings. He was an applied critic; his insights came from the mechanics of the thing and he disparaged those full-time writers who "invent labels to pad their irrelevant discourse" while artists actually made art history. No writer since Greenberg had explained Pollock as well as Judd did in his 1967 essay on the painter, but even then he was worried it didn't make sense. "It would take a big effort for me or anyone to think about Pollock’s work in a way that would be intelligible," he said, adding that he couldn't write "what I think should be written about Pollock." To really understand the painter "would be something of a construction. It is necessary to build ways of talking about the work"—to literally make something of it.

Here, at last, is the root of Judd's positive belief: that art is a holistic activity that requires not just ideas, but production, too. Through 1973, the latter had been difficult. Judd's work was expensive to make and difficult to sell. He made most of his money writing until then. In the early 1970s, through the dealer Leo Castelli, he finally found consistent support from the Italian collector Giuseppe Panza, who bought 11 works in those years. Panza was fond of Judd; he liked the artist's pragmatic openness to selling cheap. He wanted to buy in bulk to decorate his Italian villa in Varese. By 1974, he was purchasing not just finished sculptures, but plans too, like a sketch for a work of eight open plywood cubes and another for a sculpture made of 70 brass boxes. It was win-win: Judd had a patron and Panza got a discount by buying just the idea.

From then through the early 1980s, Judd published irregularly. The money he began to earn from his work allowed him to make more of it, which occupied much of his energy. It also helped finance his purchase, in 1973, of a city's block worth of land in Marfa, Texas, where he later spent much of his time. But his relationship with Panza steadily soured. He thought he had been clear with the collector: the works on paper were only proposals, not blueprints. They could not simply be fabricated in Italy without the artist's oversight, as the collector had done. ''The understanding was that my work would be paid for by Panza and constructed under my supervision,'' Judd later said, but that had not happened. Panza, citing lower fabrication costs, simply went ahead and had the works made. Judd alleged that the sculptures were "fakes," but it was too late: Panza, "an attorney, after all, was technically correct," as Meyer points out in his essay The Minimal Unconscious. "The certificates Judd signed pointedly omit the requirement that he make the work." Panza was within his right. "His were 'bad' Judds, perhaps, but they were legal—and so legally speaking—authentic."

Why did Judd's scepticism fail him? Why did his otherwise extreme distrust of collectors, fabricators and handlers, his attentiveness to exhibition design and the rhetoric that surrounded his work abandon him when it came to Panza? Maybe the simple answer is financial: the stability the collector offered may have been too difficult to give up. But the episode also speaks to the limits of Judd's method. Doubt can only take one so far; at a certain point, we all have to take some things for granted, as even he knew. "Otherwise we could never get from A to Z, barely to C, since B would have to be always rechecked," he wrote in 1983. "It’s a short life and a little speed is necessary."

Donald Judd: Writings
Judd Foundation/David Zwirner Books, 1,048pp, $39.95 (pb)

Afghan skateboarding girls turn up in Qatar

Afghan skateboarding girls turn up in Qatar
Skate Girls of Kabul, Jessica Fulford-Dobson

Photographer Jessica Fulford-Dobson’s images of skateboarding Afghan girls are due to go on show at the QM Gallery Katara in Doha this summer (15 June-16 September). The photographs, shown at the Saatchi Gallery in London in 2015, depict the so-called skate girls in Kabul who are in full-time education thanks to an NGO called Skateistan. "With the Skate Girls of Kabul portraits, I wanted to show these young Afghan girls with their skateboards within the liberating environment that Skateistan provides for them,” Fulford-Dobson told the BBC. She won second prize in the 2014 Taylor Wessing photographic portrait prize held at the National Portrait Gallery in London.

We turn our back on expertise at our peril

We turn our back on expertise at our peril
Tim Hunter, vice-president of Falcon Fine Art
Tim Hunter, vice-president of Falcon Fine Art
Are we facing a crisis of expertise in the art market? I believe we are.

It is not just that it appears impossible to reach a consensus on important artists such as Modigliani. Nor is it the way the auction houses are discarding specialists at an alarming rate. Nor even the fact that key artistic Foundations (Warhol, Pollock and Lichtenstein) no longer provide an authenticating service. It is all this and more. We are witnessing the gradual erosion of expertise and its function in the art world. In this atmosphere it is hardly surprising that students in the UK will no longer be able to study art history at A-level.
 
One of the main reasons experts can no longer make themselves heard is the insidious threat of legal action that awaits their impartial opinions. Such a threat obviously hinders a balanced consideration of art historical evidence. This has long been recognised and, as early as the mid-1960s, attempts were made in the US to protect experts from vexatious litigation. The law, however, was not passed and recent attempts to resurrect similar legislation have stalled. 

Why, we might ask, should we protect art experts at all? The reason is that expert opinions concerning attribution and authenticity are fundamental to art history and to the healthy functioning of the art market. Without such work there would be no catalogues raisonnés, no research into artists’ working methods and, when combined with recent developments in forensic and technical analysis, no new discoveries.
 
Unless art experts are once __more consulted and encouraged to articulate their honest opinions in an open environment, the art market will suffer. There will be an even greater consolidation and reliance on a small number of powerful artist foundations and committees, who have the money to deter or fight litigation. The market for Old Masters, where matters of attribution play such a crucial role, and which is already reeling from recent accusations of forgery, will become __more unfashionable. Finally, there will be a general contraction of the overall art market where only works that have previously been bought and sold will be traded; there will be no room for discoveries. We turn our back on expertise at our peril.  

 • This commentary is a summary of the key points from Tim Hunter’s speech at a seminar on risk management in the art market, which was organised by Art Market Minds and K&L Gates and took place in London on 10 November 

Fifty years of photographs: Milton Gendel’s work on view in France for the first time

Deputy director at Hermitage put under house arrest

Deputy director at Hermitage put under house arrestMikhail Novikov, a deputy director in charge of construction at the State Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg has been placed under house arrest on charges of suspected fraud.

Moscow’s Lefortovsky District Court ruled on 29 March that Novikov is to be held under house arrest until 23 May. In January, the Hermitage acknowledged in a statement that investigators from the Federal Security Service, a successor agency of the KGB, had been conducting “operational procedures” at the museum’s Staraya Derevnya restoration and repository centre. Some commentators had speculated that the searches were a reprisal for criticism by Mikhail Piotrovsky, the director of the Hermitage, of the handover by the local government of St. Isaac’s Cathedral, now run as a museum, to the Russian Orthodox Church.

On Wednesday, Russian media reported that Novikov's case was connected to a larger case of over Rb100m in embezzled funds during major Russian Ministry of Culture restoration projects that has already landed Grigory Pirumov, a former deputy culture minister, in jail.

Some news agencies reported that another culture ministry official, Artem Novikov, reportedly the son of Mikhail, had also been detained on Tuesday, although the ministry denied it.

Piotrovsky in comments to Rossyskaya Gazeta, an official government newspaper, on Tuesday confirmed the arrest of the elder Novikov and connected it to the museum’s construction projects.

“Everything that is happening is connected, first of all, to the question of Hermitage construction,” Piotrovsky says.

“And where such big construction projects are taking place there is a lot of money, many various problems, and many dishonest contractors. But the financial activity of the Hermitage is checked all the time—by the Federal Security Service and Accounting Chamber. What regards the most recent events, I would like to underscore that the presumption of innocence nevertheless exists here and it will be possible to comment on everything that has happened only after some time, when the situation becomes clearer.”

What happens when the identity politics of the Left meet up with the racial isolation of the Right

What happens when the identity politics of the Left meet up with the racial isolation of the RightThere are three paintings by Dana Schutz in the 2017 Whitney Biennial, but two of them capture the contention that has sprung up around the exhibition. The first, titled Open Casket, is a George Grosz-style expressionist likeness of the disfigured body of Emmett Till—a 14 year-old child who became a Civil Rights Era martyr after he was killed and mutilated by two men in Money, Mississippi in 1955. 

Dana Schutz's Elevator (left) in the 2017 Whitney Biennia
The second painting, titled Elevator—besides depicting an eye-gouging brawl in a lift—perfectly describes the kind of old and new (read social) media ruckus that has kicked off inside the nominally liberal American art world over the display of Open Casket. Epochally confused, intellectually obscure and morally relativistic, the controversy has quickly tumbled from a legitimate discussion of “cultural appropriation” into calls for censorship and the Isis-like destruction of art. It reached its nadir with a widely circulated photograph of Schutz with the words “BURN THIS SHIT, BITCH” imposed on top of it.

On the Biennial’s opening day, several protesters, including the African-American artist Parker Bright, blocked “Open Casket” from public view. Another black artist, the British-born, Berlin-based Hannah Black, circulated an open letter calling for the painting to be “destroyed and not entered into any market or museum” on the grounds that, because the artist is a white woman, “the subject matter is not Schutz’s.” 

“White free speech and white creative freedom have been founded on the constraint of others, and are not natural rights,” Black wrote in the letter. “The painting must go.” Bright, meanwhile, wore a shirt with the words “Black Death Spectacle” to his own outraged act of censorship. “I feel like she doesn’t have the privilege to speak for black people as a whole or for Emmett Till’s family,” he said about Schutz on Facebook Live. Neither Bright nor Black questioned whether they had the right or moral standing to speak for Till or his long-suffering family.

Artist Parker Bright standing in protest in front of Dana Schutz's Open Casket (image: SCott W.H. YOUNG)
Leaving aside reports that Black’s petition was scrubbed of non-black signatories before it was taken down, it has quickly become clear that many of the opponents of “Open Casket” have effectively flipped the script on both the painting and the biennial by fundamentally making themselves the principal focus of the exhibition. That jujitsu move, in turn, has now landed them squarely in "be careful what you wish for" territory.

Stripped bare of arty jargon (Black attended the Whitney Independent Study Program and is clearly prone to a crudely puritanical version of identity politics) the iconoclastic demands voiced by the petition’s author and supporters neatly mirror the new global xenophobia. Put in the frame of #MAGA and Brexit: the European ethnocultural preservationists of the Right meet the identity politics Savonarolas of the Left. 

Many members of today’s art world, and American liberals in general, may not be used to defending free speech or opposing censorship from their own tribe. As this case and others demonstrate, they’d better get to protecting. There can be no caveats when it comes to opposing the banning or the destruction of art. And the values of democratic openness and free expression must be fought for vigorously when facing attacks from the Right or the (putative) Left. 

Artists and curators reveal their Damascene moments

Much of what you read in our annual report on museum attendance is concerned with big numbers. But amid the hordes are thousands of unique, intimate communions between art and people. We asked leading art world figures to recall an early encounter that inspired them to pursue art as a career. For some, there was no such event: when the artist Mark Wallinger was invited to contribute to this article, he simply said: “To be honest, I always wanted to be an artist.” But others have had Damascene moments. Here are their stories.  

Frances Morris. Image: Hugo Glendinning 2016, courtesy Tate
Frances Morris. Image: Hugo Glendinning 2016, courtesy Tate
Frances Morris

Director, Tate Modern, London

Morris studied history at Cambridge and art history at the Courtauld Institute before joining Tate in 1987 as a curator of Modern art. She became Tate Modern’s director in 2016.

I saw Malevich’s 1978 retrospective at the Pompidou Centre one Sunday when I was an au pair and very miserable, in Enghien-les-Bains [the Parisian suburb]. The Pompidou was my first adult museum, really. And I loved Russian history; I had been to Russia in 1977 and experienced the Soviet Union, and was weirdly in love with it. So having this immersion in Malevich’s work and just this complete and utter puzzle of the Black Square, I thought: “I want to know why this is so compelling. How did we get here? How did it connect with the revolution?” I went on to study history, followed by art history, and I realised then what I have always felt very strongly—that history of art is really part of history. I’ve always slightly baulked at the slightly connoisseurial echo chamber of art history as taught then at Cambridge. Art history arrived for me in a museum setting, not in a university setting. And that’s why, in the end, I had to leave the academic world and wanted to be a curator.
Malevich exhibition at Tate Modern in 2014. Image: © Tate Photography, courtesy Tate


Rashid Johnson. Image: Eric Vogel, courtesy Hauser & Wirth
Rashid Johnson. Image: Eric Vogel, courtesy Hauser & Wirth
Rashid Johnson

Artist

After studying photography in Chicago, Johnson quickly gained prominence and has since diversified his practice to include sculpture and painting.

When I was 19, I worked at a one-hour photo development place called Wolf Camera and I was in the back room in a glass cage, just printing out photos. I was listening to National Public Radio throughout the day and there was an interview show hosted by Terry Gross called Fresh Air, and on that show was the photographer Roy DeCarava. He was talking about an exhibition he was opening at the Art Institute of Chicago. Hearing him talk about the images and about his approach was almost everything I needed; it just changed how I saw the world, how I saw photography and how I saw what images were capable of. It was honest and earnest and serious; it was poetic. And you know what I fell in love with? The fact that he was in love with something as simple as clicking the shutter of a camera and being able to be a storyteller as a result of those moments. That radio interview solidified that I wanted to be an artist. They teach you in undergrad and grad school about making art, but they never told me to fall in love with art. And I think it’s the thing you need most. You have to love it because it’s going to fucking kill you every day to do it.
The photographer Roy DeCarava, Image: AP Photo/Martin Cabrera


Huma Bhabha. Image: courtesy Huma Bhabha and Stephen Friedman Gallery, London
Huma Bhabha. Image: courtesy Huma Bhabha and Stephen Friedman Gallery, London
Huma Bhabha

Artist

Born in Karachi, Pakistan, Bhabha makes totemic sculptures that conjure a wealth of historic references. She is among five shortlisted artists for the next Fourth Plinth commission in London’s Trafalgar Square.

I saw the Charioteer (around 474BC) in the museum of Delphi when I went with my college to Greece on a two-week trip. I was already studying art and making art, but that’s the one piece that has always stood out as something exceptional for me. I had travelled to Rome and Athens with my parents when I was younger, around nine, but this time I was 22 and I was with my college, the Rhode Island School of Design. I was older, and able to truly appreciate how exquisite this bronze is—how something that is made out of metal and is hollow inside can make you feel like it’s something real. It’s a very intense sculpture. It has these beautiful eyes, and I was drawn to that power.
Bhabha was drawn to the Charioteer sculpture during a college trip. Image: Dennis Jarvis




Philip-Lorca diCorcia. Image: Norbert Miguletz, courtesy David Zwirner
Philip-Lorca diCorcia. Image: Norbert Miguletz, courtesy David Zwirner
Philip-Lorca diCorcia

Artist

A key artist-photographer of recent decades, diCorcia creates colour images that fuse chance and orchestration, the real and the fictional, which have been shown widely internationally.

In the town where I grew up, Hartford, Connecticut, there was a good museum, the Wadsworth Atheneum, and I was always drawn to one thing there. It’s typical of a child’s imagination—it was a Salvador Dalí painting, Paranoiac-Astral Image (1934). It’s very small and it’s not like his other works. It doesn’t have secret images or anything like that; it’s basically a beach scene. Its size really drew me to it. It has a certain photographic quality. When I was a teenager, I would take off from home with my duffle bag and I had a Salvador Dalí book that was bound in metal. It must have weighed half the weight of my duffle bag. I dragged that thing around and I finally abandoned it in the Midwest somewhere. So I must have had some affection for him. The element of chance, which was a part of Surrealism both technically and conceptually, was something that influenced me. Being a photographer, there is always an element of chance. Now that I talk about it, I can see why I was interested in it and why it led to me becoming a photographer.
Dalí’s Paranoiac-Astral Image (1934). Image: Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art



David Shrigley. Image: Robert Perry, The Scotsman. Courtesy David Shrigley and Stephen Friedman Gallery, London
David Shrigley. Image: Robert Perry, The Scotsman. Courtesy David Shrigley and Stephen Friedman Gallery, London
David Shrigley

Artist

With works like the giant thumb that currently occupies the Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square, Shrigley has pulled off that rare feat of achieving both wide public and niche art world acclaim.

In 1982, my father took me to what is now called Tate Britain to see a Jean Tinguely show. It made a really big impression on me. I grew up in the suburbs of Leicester and one wasn’t exposed to contemporary art at all, really. The Tinguely show was the first time that I saw art that wasn’t formal painting or sculpture. These giant machines had a real presence in the space. Tinguely is a slightly random point at which to access the world of contemporary art, but I started to read about him and New Realism, which is a slight footnote in the pantheon of contemporary art. And from that I became really interested in Dada. Getting an interest in Dada via Jean Tinguely is something that has stayed with me. Whenever anybody asks me who my favourite artist is, I always say Marcel Duchamp and Andy Warhol and, in a way, liking Duchamp is a signifier for liking the Dada movement.
Jean Tinguely’s Heureka (1964) at Zürichhorn, Zürich. Image: Roland Fischer



Sean Scully. Image: Liliane Tomasko, courtesy Timothy Taylor Gallery
Sean Scully. Image: Liliane Tomasko, courtesy Timothy Taylor Gallery
Sean Scully

Artist

For five decades, Scully has made abstract paintings that are monumental yet poetically painterly. He has shown in major museums worldwide and recently gained broad acclaim in China.

When I was about 17, I was working as a messenger boy and graphic designer on Chancery Lane [in central London] and there was an exhibition in a little gallery on Charing Cross Road, the kind of gallery that doesn’t exist anymore. There were paintings by John Bratby of Volkswagens and kitchens and views into the street and sunflowers. I went on my lunch hour and saw these paintings and they seemed so extraordinarily accessible, and of things that were also in my world—the same kind of kitchen sink, the same kind of view out the window where I lived, because I also lived in suburbia, in Sydenham. I thought the paintings were just extraordinarily honest and direct and utterly disarming. It’s a source of great disappointment that he didn’t go on to become a great genius, which he certainly could have. I still like his paintings, and I have since bought four of them.
Scully has bought four of John Bratby’s paintings. Image: courtesy Sean Scully



Taco Dibbits. Image: Ben Roberts, courtesy Rijksmuseum
Taco Dibbits. Image: Ben Roberts, courtesy Rijksmuseum
Taco Dibbits

Director, Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Dibbits began his career as a curator at the Rijksmuseum and then moved to Christie’s before returning to the Rijskmuseum in 2002. He became its director in 2016.

When I was 17, I was going to study industrial design at the technical university in Amsterdam, which was very much science. I had suddenly decided I wanted take a gap year, and went to Siena and was completely bowled over by the Maestà (1308-11) by Duccio. First of all, the centrepiece of the Madonna is deeply moving. It has an abstract quality to it in its simplicity. On the other hand, I found the composition of the entire altarpiece, which consists of so many different panels, deeply fascinating. It was mainly an emotional experience that drew me to it, even though I am not religious. And then I stayed much longer in Siena than planned; I spent three months there. That visit was when I decided I wanted to professionally be involved in art. It was the end of industrial design; it became about art history.
Duccio’s Maestà (1308-11), in Siena cathedral



Bharti Kher
Bharti Kher
Bharti Kher

Artist

Though she grew up in the UK, Kher lives and works in Delhi. She makes paintings and sculptures, and is best known for her creative use of bindis, the forehead decoration worn in India.

I had a really great art teacher at school [in Surrey, southern England]: Martin Shaw. He took us on a trip to Amsterdam—I think I must have been 11 or 12. We went to the museums, but what was really extraordinary was that we went to an artist’s studio. It was on the canal and the studio was magical. You walked in, and you could smell turpentine and oil paint. And he was a polymathic artist; he was making sculpture, painting, drawing. I don’t remember the name of the artist; I just remember looking at this amazing studio. I have this one very vivid memory of coffee stains on a table, and brushes and plaster everywhere, and just thinking: “This feels like the nicest room I’ve ever been in.” We did life drawing classes in his studio and that, for me, was the most exciting thing I had ever done.
A school trip to an artist's studio in Amsterdam "was the most exciting thing I had ever done", Kher says (Image: Lynn Friedman via Flickr)



Samson Young
Samson Young
Samson Young

Artist

Originally trained as a musician, the Hong Kong-based Young has gained attention as a sound and installation artist. He features in both Documenta and Venice this year.

I started out as a pianist. I wasn’t amazing but I really wanted to play with the school orchestra, so I picked up two instruments that nobody wanted to learn just so I could get in: the viola and the double bass. In my first concert, we played Fauré’s Pavane and Grainger’s Mock Morris. I’d heard the school orchestra before, but I don’t think I really heard them until I was on stage with them. A whole bunch of people breathing in total synchronicity is an amazing thing to experience, especially up close. I think that was when I decided that I wanted to study music. And then, in 2004, I collaborated with new media artist Christopher Lau on an interactive piece that involved the audience text-messaging their prayers to be visualised and sonified, which was a part of the Microwave Media Art Festival in Hong Kong that year. I wrote music for the work. I was pretty clueless about what Chris was actually doing, but it turned out to be a really important education experience for me. In that show, I saw Mark Hansen and Ben Rubin’s Listening Post, and a whole bunch of really interesting pieces involving sound. That was when I realised that the world of sound and music is much bigger than what I knew it to be.
Getting into the school orchestra convinced Young he wanted to study music (Image via Flickr)



Jessica Morgan
Jessica Morgan
Jessica Morgan

Director, Dia Foundation, New York

Morgan made her name on both sides of the Atlantic, as a curator at the ICA, Boston, at Tate Modern for many years, and now as the director of Dia in New York.

Though I could credit my interest in art history to a couple of enlightened teachers, my real interest in museums was probably a result of the many hours I spent in them as a teenager in London. Tate, the Institute of Contemporary Art, The Photographers’ Gallery and the National Gallery provided free spaces for me and friends to meet and occupy a café table undisturbed for hours. They were social spaces with the frisson of spectatorship—looking at art, looking at people, being looked at—and without the obligation to buy anything. Along the way, I became __more and __more interested in what took place inside them. As hybrid public and yet interior spaces they hold a special importance, and I now have the exceptional pleasure of thinking about how to make Dia’s spaces open to new generations looking for a place to experience together.
The National Gallery (Image: Alex/microwavedboy/Flickr creative commons)



Martin Creed. Photo: Hugo Glendinning.
Martin Creed. Photo: Hugo Glendinning.
Martin Creed

Artist

Creed works in a variety of media, from sculpture to rock songs, all of which are given numbers like “Work No. 227: The lights going on and off”, and treated with equal importance.

I grew up with my mum and dad being very into art, going to a lot of museums and galleries. When I was at school and I was wondering what I should do, I was into lots of things and I wasn't sure. I was really into art but I was reading a lot, and I was really into psychology, and I was into music; I learned the violin and piano. So I was thinking I might study music, English or psychology. But in the end, I think the reason I tried to study art was because I thought it could have all the other things in it. All those other things are kind of like sub-divisions of expressing yourself. Everything was a mystery, I was at the mercy of my feelings and art seemed to be an area where your feelings could be turned into something directly. It felt like studying art was much more free than studying other things, and I think it turned out to be true. I went to the Slade [School of Fine Art], which is part of a university; I knew a lot of people who were studying other things and they all complained that their departments had a very narrow view, whereas at art school you could basically do anything you wanted and say that was your work.
"At art school you could basically do anything you wanted and say that was your work," Creed says



Laure Prouvost
Laure Prouvost
Laure Prouvost

Artist

Prouvost’s rich multimedia works blur the borders between fiction and reality, including in her family relationships. She has, for instance, created work as a fictional conceptualist grandfather.

Maybe the family home was the exhibition that was the most important—this display of work that is around us. When I would go to my grandparents’ home, there was this woman with her boobs out just welcoming you. And later, my grandad would ask me: “Why are you making contemporary art? Look at this woman bathing in a waterfall.” It was a copy of a Fragonard painting [the Bathers (1761-65)]. This sort of exchanges that made me position myself as an artist.

Then I went to college in Saint Luc in Tournai in Belgium. They took us on a day trip to Cologne and that was the first time that I saw contemporary art in the flesh. I saw a James Turrell—a blue room—and that had a massive effect on me, as a bodily experience. By chance, my parents were working in Venice; when I visited the city the Biennale was on and I saw a few things randomly there. I was the fact of bumping into art more than going to a show that became another magic element, like bumping into art in your own home. You are in the work, you are not sure where it belongs between life and art. And that’s something I want to work with more and more, where there are fewer limitations between the two and the way they’re experienced.
“Why are you making contemporary art? Look at this woman bathing in a waterfall,” Prouvost's grandfather told her


British artist makes work out of Isis bullet holes

British artist makes work out of Isis bullet holes Last year, under the protection of Kurdish Peshmerga soldiers, the British artist Piers Secunda travelled to Iraqi villages recently liberated from Isis control. He made moulds of the bullet holes he found riddling the walls of the village buildings, and used these to create a series of plaster cast sculptures derived from ancient Greek and Assyrian reliefs. Around ten of these diptychs and triptychs are now on view at the Thomas Jaeckel Gallery in New York (until 6 May). This is the artist’s first solo show in the US and some of the proceeds will benefit the organisation Kind Aid International, which assists families in Iraq get medical assistance, water and food. The Art Newspaper spoke with the artist about the project, which he says aims to address the effects of violence on cultural heritage sites in the Middle East and around the world. 

How did this project start?

The first "shot" works were made in late 2009 in Pudong, southern Shanghai, on a People's Liberation Army Firing range. A Latvian friend who spoke perfect Chinese talked us through the gates of the firing range and, after plying the soldiers with many cups of tea, cigarettes, pot noodles and flattery, she challenged some of the soldiers to do some target shooting to prove who had the best shot. Everyone hit the bullseye and my friend asked the soldiers to shoot sheets of paint that I had “to see what happens, for fun”, and they obliged. 

The bullet holes were fist-sized, flower-like shatters—remarkably beautiful and really belying the severity of their making. I knew immediately that there was some strong work to be made with this subject matter. I looked around for people who could help me make __more shot works and in due course ended up in Afghanistan, thanks in part to a press agency that had direct contact with the Taliban. 

Piers Secunda moulding bullet damage in a front line village October 2015 (Image: courtesy of the artist)
Piers Secunda moulding bullet damage in a front line village October 2015 (Image: courtesy of the artist)
What are some of the places you visited?


The first village we stopped in was called Tel Arabaa. The first holes that I moulded are from the last standing structure in a school building complex that had been a regional base for Isis. We were about 500 meters from the front line with unspent Isis mortars on the ground a few feet from the holes that I was moulding. I was cautioned to be mindful of where I was stepping. When the wind changed direction and blew towards me, I could smell the decomposing bodies of Isis soldiers under a collapsed building behind me.

The second village we stopped in was called Abu Hamed. While I was moulding some bullet damage, an explosion occurred on the road that we had driven in on, so when we drove back, we passed a steaming crater on the side of the road that wasn’t there before. The Peshmerga looked at it casually as we drove past. At another point in the journey when we stopped at a front-line base, we asked a Peshmerga commander, “Where is Isis?” He pointed at a large earth embankment about 40 yards away and said, “Behind that”. 

The biggest challenge was safety. We stopped at a few check points on the way out to the front line and they became __more and more improvised—the last one was a small concrete box with sandbags all around, heavy machine guns and a Kurdish flag snapping in the wind. The Peshmerga spent some time loading up on ammunition, magazines and flak jackets in the SUV as we neared the front line. Getting out of the car in the village under those circumstances was intimidating. 

Unspent ISIS mortar in Tel Arabaa (Image: courtesy of the artist)
You say you don’t see using bullet holes as a political statement. What kind of message do you hope to deliver with the project?


I wanted to introduce the "texture" of geopolitics into the works and bring the machinery of the world outside of the studio into my practice. There is material from ancient Syria, Egypt, Iraq and the Roman Empire, as well as a few small Medieval European casts. The intention is to make an accurate record of the damage left behind—or as accurate as possible, because there is always someone closer to the situation who knows and understands it better. The forensic-quality reproductions of the bullet damage—a type of 3D photorealism—carry some of the most extreme violence of our times.

Visitor figures 2016: Christo helps 1.2 million people to walk on water

Visitor figures 2016: Christo helps 1.2 million people to walk on waterChristo’s triumph in Italy, a ravenous appetite for French art abroad and a shake-up in New York are the big stories of The Art Newspaper’s 2016 attendance survey.

Christo’s Floating Piers (2016) on Lake Iseo—the New York-based artist’s first outdoor installation since 2005—was the world’s most-visited work of art last year. Christo erected 3km of fabric-covered pontoons between an island and the shore and invited the public to walk on water. In total, 1.2 million people experienced the site-specific installation over 16 days last summer ( an average of around 75,000 a day).

French museums were responsible for many of the __more conventional blockbusters last year. They sent shows around the world that enticed huge audiences. An exhibition of Post-Impressionist works from the Musée d’Orsay’s collection, organised in partnership with Spain’s Fundación Mapfre, drew big crowds to Rio de Janeiro’s blockbuster mill, the Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil (CCBB) (9,700 visitors a day). Another 100 works by Renoir, mostly from the D’Orsay’s collection, attracted around 6,600 visitors each day to the National Art Center in Tokyo. Meanwhile, around 4,100 daily visitors went to see a show of works by Monet drawn from various Paris collections at the Hong Kong Museum of History.

The top 10 most popular exhibitions in 2016
Step aside, MoMA and Met

The Whitney Museum of American Art, which moved to its new Renzo Piano-designed home in downtown Manhattan in 2015, has put an end to the city’s traditional duopoly of the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Whitney hosted five of the ten most-attended exhibitions in New York in 2016. Its strong programme, prime location and sweeping city views drew crowds to a series of solo shows titled Open Plan on its cavernous fifth floor. The experimental, five-part exhibition turned over the largest column-free museum space in New York to five artists, including Steve McQueen, Lucy Dodd and Michael Heizer, for several weeks at a time. On average, __more than 4,000 visitors saw each of the five presentations, roughly equivalent to the number that visited the museum’s Frank Stella retrospective.

Despite the Whitney’s rapid rise, MoMA and the Met continue to lead the league in New York. MoMA remains at the top, thanks to staffers who performed each afternoon over a long weekend last October in a production directed by the French choreographer Jérôme Bel. The event drew an audience of around 6,800 people a day, boosted in part by its central location in the museum’s atrium. Meanwhile, in MoMA’s galleries, a more traditional show, Picasso Sculpture, co-organised with the Musée Picasso in Paris, attracted around 5,900 visitors a day.

The Costume Institute at the Met staged, by its own recent standards, a stripped-back presentation of haute couture meets high-tech with the exhibition Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology, which drew around 6,100 visitors a day. (In 2015, around 6,600 visitors a day visited the institute’s theatrical exhibition, China: Through the Looking Glass.)

A heavy French accent in London

Impressionism remains a reliable crowd-pleaser. An exhibition with a heavy French accent—Painting the Modern Garden: Monet to Matisse—was the most-attended paying exhibition in London. It attracted around 5,100 visitors a day to the Royal Academy of Arts, which makes it the UK institution’s fourth most popular show since we began our survey nearly two decades ago. (The art may have mainly come from France, but the show came from the US; it was co-organised by the Cleveland Museum of Art.)

It was a quiet year for other major London institutions. Shows at the Victoria and Albert Museum, the British Museum and the National Gallery did not match figures in previous years, but Georgia O’Keeffe at Tate Modern attracted just short of 3,000 visitors a day.

Female artists draw big crowds

Female artists feature prominently in our survey. At the Guggenheim Bilbao, Louise Bourgeois’s Cells attracted around 4,600 visitors a day. The Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama, who in 2014 proved a phenomenon in South America and Asia, continued to pull in the crowds—this time in Scandinavia. A show that included her psychedelic clothing drew 3,000 visitors a day on average to the Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Humlebaek, Denmark, and the Moderna Museet in Stockholm. And in Brazil, a show headlined by Frida Kahlo drew twice that daily figure to São Paulo’s Instituto Tomie Ohtake.

Patricia Piccinini’s shows at Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil venues in Rio de Janeiro, Brasilia and São Paolo made her the top contemporary artist for visitor numbers. Image: © Carol Quintanilha
Surprisingly, all of these shows were eclipsed by a free exhibition of work by a female contemporary artist from Australia. Patricia Piccinini’s fantastical, mutant human and animal sculptures drew 8,300 visitors a day to the CCBB in Rio de Janeiro, 5,200 to its Brasilia venue and 3,100 to its São Paulo branch. That makes Piccinini the top contemporary artist in this year’s survey.

Paris and Brussels slow as Madrid surges

A drop in foreign tourism in Paris after a series of terrorist attacks continues to have an impact on the Louvre’s attendance, but the museum still tops our survey with 7.4 million visitors in 2016 (down from 8.6 million in 2015). It has experienced a decline of nearly two million visitors since 2014, which represents a significant dent in income from ticket sales at a time when security costs have soared. The Musée d’Orsay also experienced a fall, down to three million visitors from 3.4 million in 2015. But the Centre Pompidou, which celebrates its 40th anniversary this year, is less dependent on visitors from the US, China and elsewhere. Its attendance went up by 275,000, to around 3.3 million visitors.

The top 10 art museums in 2016
The top 10 art museums in 2016
The terrorist attacks in Brussels last March also seem to have had an effect on the number of visitors to the Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique, which includes several venues such as the Musée Magritte and Musée d’Art Moderne. The Belgian museum saw its attendance drop by more than a third from 776,000 in 2015 to less than 497,000 in 2016.

Madrid’s major museums, on the other hand, saw a surge. Nearly 400,000 more people (3.6 million) visited the Reina Sofía in 2016 than in 2015, while the Prado broke the three million barrier—a feat it had not accomplished since 2012. Nearly 600,0000 people—or one-fifth of its total annual visitors—went to see the Prado’s major Hieronymus Bosch show organised to coincide with the 500th anniversary of the artist’s death.

Gains and losses in London

A slight fall in visitor numbers at the British Museum and an expansion at the Met mean that the London and New York institutions are now at level pegging. The Met does not separate attendance at its three venues: the Fifth Avenue flagship, the Cloisters in upper Manhattan and the Met Breuer, which opened in March 2016. Together, they attracted a record seven million visitors. In London, the single-venue, free-to-visit British Museum drew 6.4 million visitors last year.

Tate Modern has hung on to its spot as the world’s most popular Modern and contemporary art museum. Image: © Tate
London’s National Gallery has bounced back after strikes in 2015 led to the temporary closure of many galleries. Its nearly 6.3 million visitors kept the gallery ahead of the newly expanded Tate Modern, which had a total attendance of 5.9 million—its highest ever. The Tate Modern remains the most popular Modern and contemporary art museum in the world, according to our survey. Attendance at New York’s MoMA dipped slightly, to around 2.8 million from 3.1 million in 2015, which will please those who criticise the museum for being overcrowded.

Lacma grows and grows

The Los Angeles County Museum of Art (Lacma) has seen year-on-year growth in attendance since its director Michael Govan took the helm a decade ago. Last year, it experienced the highest attendance in our survey to date (1.6 million). When Govan arrived, attendance was less than 700,000 a year—roughly equivalent to the attendance at the new Broad museum. The downtown Los Angeles institution, opened by Eli and Edythe Broad in 2015, chalked up an impressive 753,000 visitors in 2016.

But the private museum with the largest attendance is not, in fact, in Los Angeles. It is in a former industrial neighbourhood turned luxury shopping destination in Mexico City. The Mexican billionaire Carlos Slim’s Museo Soumaya had 2.2 million visitors pass through its futuristic doors. Next year, another private museum may vie for the title: Bernard Arnault’s Fondation Louis Vuitton. The Paris museum drew 1.2 million visitors to its show of Modern art from the Shchukin Collection, a blockbuster that made it the envy of many larger institutions. That show, which closed in March, will be considered in our 2017 survey.

The National Palace Museum in Taipei, which topped our list of most-attended exhibitions in 2015, was unable to provide individual figures for its exhibitions in 2016. Its total museum attendance for 2016 was around 4.7 million, 600,000 fewer than in 2015.

With additional research by Hannah Newell, Laura Pomari and Jessie Sentivan


Methodology

The daily figures are calculated automatically by our database, which computes the number of days for which an exhibition was open using the following formula: total number of days between start date and end date, divided by seven, multiplied by the number of days a week the institution is open, minus exceptional closures.  All of the data used were supplied by the institutions concerned. Some institutions offer a number of exhibitions for a single ticket: these are shown as one entry. Exhibitions that were free to visit—ie neither the museum nor the show had an entry fee— are indicated with an asterisk (*).

• For the full list of exhibition and museum attendance, see our April 2017 issue

Curators cautiously venture into virtual reality

Curators cautiously venture into virtual realityWant to explore Zaha Hadid’s unbuilt architecture or visit the world’s first photography exhibition? With virtual reality (VR), you can—sort of. Museums are increasingly using the tool to offer visitors new experiences. But curators remain cautious about investing too much in a still-rapidly-evolving medium.

“These kinds of skill sets are not that prevalent in the art world yet,” says Ben Vickers, the curator of digital at London’s Serpentine Galleries. He worked with Google Arts & Culture and the in-house VR team at Zaha Hadid Architects to plunge visitors into four of the late architect’s futuristic cityscape paintings earlier this year.

VR also poses practical challenges. “Too often, you have awkward experiences…because the physical details of how you put the headset on and where you sit are not thought through,” Vickers says. Another challenge: cost. Google produces inexpensive cardboard VR viewers, but top-of-the-line versions can cost __more than $1,000.

The Städel Museum in Frankfurt received a five-figure sum from Samsung to produce a VR app that offered 3D reconstructions of the collection as it appeared in the 19th century. The project proves that VR can be a compelling scholarly tool, says the museum’s deputy director Jochen Sander.

Meanwhile, some institutions are pursuing the medium to follow artists’ lead. This year’s Whitney Biennial in New York (until 11 June) includes a disturbing VR work by Jordan Wolfson called Real Violence (2017), which prompts visitors to witness him beating an older man in an alley.

The New Museum in New York and its affiliate Rhizome began commissioning VR works in 2014 “because many digital artists were gravitating towards it”, says Lauren Cornell, the museum’s curator and associate director of technology initiatives. Six animated works by artists including Jon Rafman and Rachel Rossin were released as an app in January, billed as the first-of-its-kind exhibition in mobile virtual reality.

“VR has extraordinary creative possibilities,” says Jonathan Reekie, the director of Somerset House. The London venue is preparing to welcome Thresholds, a virtual recreation of the world’s first photography exhibition conceived by the artist Mat Collishaw, at the Photo London fair in May (17 May-11 June).

Despite its broad appeal, a “strong artistic imperative” is needed to elevate the technology beyond a gimmick, Reekie says. “It’s been anticipated that at some point we’ll all have a headset in our homes. So if you use it in a public art space, you’ve got to think about what it’s adding.”

Top ten contemporary shows in 2016

Top ten contemporary shows in 2016This list is not so much a true indicator of quality as a reflection of the allure of cost-free gallery visits. Where in 2015 the category included only four free shows, six feature here, among them four Saatchi Gallery exhibitions and two of the same artist at different branches of Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil, which are open 12 hours a day. Many of the artists are far from stellar names. It is doubtful, for instance, that a show of the relatively obscure Henri Barande would attract even a tenth of the 5,480 visitors a day that the Saatchi Gallery reports if it were at any other venue. And Patricia Piccinini’s grotesque-cum-cute, hyper-real genetics fantasies in silicone clearly caused a stir in Brazil, but she has been largely ignored by major international museum collections. More reflective of current artistic developments and prevailing curatorial taste are Jérôme Bel’s contribution to the Museum of Modern Art’s long-running Artist’s Choice programme, in which the choreographer employed staff members to perform in the museum’s atrium, and the Guggenheim Bilbao’s show of the Finnish artist Eija-Liisa Ahtila’s videos and photographs.