Showing posts with label Judith Bernstein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Judith Bernstein. Show all posts

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Judith Bernstein at Kunsthall Stavanger

JuditJudith Bernstein at Kunsthall Stavanger
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The conceptual cymbal crash, punning cocks with screw, was defeatist humor mocking not just the male tool but deflating the hard language of conceptual art: telling the joke over and over again on larger and larger sheets of paper, the high rhetoric of big egos reduced to a bad joke - Cue: Beyonce "♪♫ Cause he's got a big 'ego.' ♪♫" Bernstein: "it wasn’t funny." 



See too: Judith Bernstein at Mary Boone

Friday, February 26, 2016

Judith Bernstein at Mary Boone

Judith Bernstein at Mary Boone
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Always interesting the late career rise, speculating the difference then that occluded the work and now what allows its flourish. Judd's three separate 1960 repetitive comments on Anne Truitt reveal mostly what he himself couldn't handle and kept incanting against her, unsystematic color. Judd getting it wrong reveals way more about the culture than it does about Truitt. And for Bernstein painting what had always been repressed as explicit - the large male "personality" embedded in art's very culture - of course couldn't be acceptable, art despises the frank open, it must be embedded; the great irony that Boone is showing these now: think of a giant crusty cock painting hanging in the same room as Schnabel, asserting maybe just where all that great thick paint on large canvases was coming from, the Yale professors of course uncomfortable by this exposing, like totally classic Freud. And so now 2016 this is for many reasons acceptable and but we should be nervous again about now what isn't.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Judith Bernstein at Studio Voltaire

Judith Bernstein at Studio Voltaire

Was Lozano repressed, subject to the time, or nuanced? And then Oldenburg with his dated reactionary innuendo. ‘Cause here a similar but more ragged temperament, a fuck-all mandala of not quite ‘tudes. I mean I like the cuntface, the hammy “dick-screws;” everything direct addressing someone though everyone’s unsure who. Yale is a repressive regime, or maybe just everyone who considers Guston their god inspite of the miraculous universe, of cunts. I mean Josh Smith continues with his tricky dick, and screw him.