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Saturday, November 5, 2011

Friday night at Whitespace



Last night was the first show of the season at Whitespace. One more reason I love living here is that art is often in places you wouldn't expect, down side roads and in warehouses and converted buildings. Elayne and Dr. Marvin Mordes live with their collection in a transformed dental laboratory, but share much of it with us, rearranging the pieces once a year. A section of the space, Whitebox, is devoted to exhibits, this month to Claudia Alvarez and Marty Kelly.

Claudia Alvarez
Work from their permanent collection:

Christian Boltanski
Richard Long (floor), and Doug Aitken (wall)

Erwin Wurm's The Artist Who Swallowed the World




Here's more about the Mordeses and their art, how they live with the work they collect, and eerily, one of the last photographs taken of my Dad, a year and a half ago, (the picture of the backs of people looking into Kenneth Tin-Kin Hung's newspaper video theater-my Dad is second from the left, my Mom is wearing the white jacket, and there's a little piece of my face between them). The art world is not a small world at all, but sometimes, it is.


4 comments:

Sans! said...

I have often wondered how patrons show off big installations in their homes. Now I know . Showcasing art is an art. I also love how the Mordeses use art in their daily lives like the glass bowl, the Hanging Lamp and of course Chair Chair.

I don't think I have ever seen a more fascinating exhibition of art. I just love Artist who swallowed the world and of course, I am also attracted to the white haired doll. And I really love how Dr Mordese pronounce : I believe the line between art and craft is nonexistent!

Meeting them here is the next best thing , Amy so thank you.

And tell your mum , I think her jacket rocks and that it is something I will buy for myself. :)

Daydreamer said...

Amy, I have to confess that I am one of those old fashioned (Medievalist!) types who is mostly at a loss for words when viewing Modern Art..... It isn't that I don't see the "Art" of it.... or don't appreciate the work or craftmanship.... I think it is more that I mostly don't understand the "viewpoint" or "meaning" of the art... or the "Why" of it...if you get what I am saying at all....
THAT said... seeing an outstanding collection such as this one... displayed so Flawlessly in their Whitespace... makes it a little more graspable for me... perhaps the Beauty is more visible when isolated from the "World" outside the Whitespace.... making the entire interior an "otherworldly" experience of the Modern sensibility..... Wacky, zany, bizarre, and Yes, Beautiful!
Thanks for taking me there with you!

Amy said...

Sans, it's true, it's rare that you get to see how someone lives with their art, outside of magazines. I was lucky to grow up with my Dad's paintings, and my uncles, and a small collection of other artists, but they were all paintings, a very traditional way. I love how the objects they have are entities, not just things you stop seeing after a while, almost as if they're alive.

The little white haired girl is amazing, right? She hangs from a wire, almost floats-it's hard to know how to feel about her, since she's not cute in any conventional way-she's such a mix of frailty and trust and imagination and damage...

Mom says thanks-and I love how you notice these things! I wish she and I were the same size, (she's taller), in my family we get smaller with each generation! I would completely wear out a lot of the things in her closet-

Amy said...

Betsey, I understand completely. I go piece by piece, sometimes something talks to me whether I'm close to its original meaning or not. Sometimes I lean towards things that are clearly made with definite skill, sometimes the artist is undeniably skilled but the work doesn't sing. I am, though, one of those people who want a little guidance-I want to know as much as I can about the artist's language as I can, and appreciate their helping me out every so often. Artists, as we know from experience, speak in code-I think we need to translate when our symbols are too obscure and personal.

The pieces I posted are the ones there I like most-one nice thing about photographing them is that they isolate each from the "noise" of the others. One by one, they have their own mystery, they talk to you personally, one on one-I like finding out what each one says, and what I say back to them...