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New Work Miami 2013

Helen L. Kohen

Loriel Beltran, Primitive Girls, 2012, Oil on found poster on wood panel, 42 x 60 inches. Photo courtesy of the artist and Frederic Snitzer Gallery.

New Work Miami 2013. Installation view Miami Art Museum. Courtesy Miami Art Museum. Photo by Oriol Tarridas.

Miami Art Museum
November 21, 2012 – June 2, 2013

The Miami Art Museum, en route to a better home and hanging gardens, has staged a love letter to the city as its final show in the old place, an epistle both endearing and sly. Meet the Miami we all know—its flashy environment, natural and built; its hidden narratives, historical and current; its backstories, real and imagined; its ready-mades, and its artifice. New Work Miami 2013 is about Miami, the magic city, and about Miami, Oz.

The exhibition is a group effort of a new sort, not just because there are 11 Miami artists involved in the show, but because two of them—Consuelo Castañeda and Emmett Moore—designed the presentation, heavily influencing its look and its ironic spirit. In addition, the Miami collective the end/SPRING BREAK (Domingo Castillo, Patti Hernandez, and Kathryn Marks) has devised the public programming for New Work. Museum curators René Morales and Diana Nawi, who chose the participating artists, top off the orchestration of this winning production, and a true production it is, with all the theatrical overtones that implies.

The artworks are arranged within and without the architectural surround Castañeda and Moore provide, each piece selectively placed near, inside, or on what Nawi describes as examples of the “overly imagined” symbols of this tropical town. There are two faux marble painted walls in the lobby, a wall of glass brick as you enter the galleries, a pierced concrete decorative divider between galleries, a striped awning over a sunless opening, a too-high hedge of plastic greenery, a series of badly-scaled architectural arcades, and two pastel walls—a flat one decked out in sea foam green and one deco’d–up in sky blue. Which is not to forget the ubiquitous street pavers that elsewhere serve as an extended pedestal, the same pavers as those currently appearing at corners and crossroads in your neighborhood.

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Loriel Beltran, Primitive Girls, 2012, Oil on found poster on wood panel, 42 x 60 inches. Photo courtesy of the artist and Frederic Snitzer Gallery.

The designers set up a stepped triangular section, almost a stadium viewing stand, from which to contemplate the selected artworks, take the pulse of the ensemble, fiddle with some iPads or read one of the many books about, each one chosen by the participating artists. The “wallpaper” here, an upside-down view of a slightly altered version of Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s “Tower of Babel,” (1563) is not the first intrusion of history into the exhibition. Well outside the museum’s galleries, where they might be missed, are two reminders of Miami’s past.  Moore’s taxidermied cockatoo, perched atop a stairway railing in a hallway beyond the lobby, screeches for attention despite its lack of voice. It’s a reminder that Miami has always attracted all sorts of pirates. Most specifically the one responsible for the demise of CenTrust, a bank that went up with great expectations on a Miami street in an I.M. Pei designed building, and went kaput ignobly with the Savings and Loan scandals of the 1980s. The bank’s original sign, a richly figured hunk of gray granite, is installed for this show on the pavement at the bottom of the Cultural Plaza ramp under Metrorail. Twenty-five years later and now a cenotaph, this work by George Sánchez-Calderón strikes one of very few dark notes in New Work, where the gristle and grit of Miami is largely understated.

Not that there is nothing to make you squirm. Gideon Barnett’s inkjet prints of Miami sites and citizens are as shiny, seductive, and as patiently scrutinized as a Northern Renaissance painting—Hieronymus Bosch comes to mind—and like a Bosch, almost more detailed than you care to see. To create these seemingly observed images the artist takes a series of photographs that are then digitally stitched into tableaux. His image of a homeless man asleep on a low stone wall is equally enticing and disturbing, the work of a master voyeur. And I confess some discomfort with Sinisa Kukec’s “That which makes you stronger …will most likely kill us” (2012), an ominous title that is preparation for an edgy sculpture.  It’s an upholstered pair of tilting high-backed chairs tottering on the aforementioned pavers, here partially covered with a thick, gross and glittery black epoxy anchoring the sculpture. For a more neutral if still telling take on Miami, there is Bhakti Baxter’s overarching work, a gallery-long and a gallery-high wall installation of paintings on earth-toned sheets of paper.  Pictured are many of the most familiar canonic artifacts of lost and plundered civilizations, randomly placed between and among blank sheets. The anthropomorphic specimens, from pre-Columbian effigy vessels to a Sepik River mask, underline the presence in this showcase of items from the material culture of our place and time.

Some of the artworks have no Miami reference. Moira Holohan’s 3-channel video, an arresting black and white work of intersecting phantom images and quickly moving abstractions could have come from anywhere, and might have been made anytime. Her vision is timeless, as is that of Odalis Valdivieso. The process here is everything, the purposeful manipulation of photography, printing, scanning, painting, and folding. At the end, the original image or theme or meaning is long lost, giving way to the small and handsome retro-looking abstractions we see.  We are back to 2013 and the 305 with the works of Loriel Beltran, whose series of five related pieces, all of them oil paintings on found posters on panels, occupy the diminished spaces of the arcades. It’s a lively group, especially those with remnants of their original luxe images, now defaced with splashes of color. The “them-and-us” mind-set continues in Beltran’s two sculptural works, both of which remark on the use of granite as a key status symbol in the bathrooms and kitchens of Miami’s pricier homes. Looking like funeral steles, the structures are built tall of differing sections and types of the stone obviously pre-cut for other uses. They become shaky monuments to South Florida’s building excesses, and subsequent foreclosures.

But surely the most Miami-like happening in the show has evolved as a result of Tom Scicluna’s “Public Sculpture” (2012), a work that features two actual Metro-owned bicycle racks, borrowed with all the correct procedures and paperwork from county officials. They were placed inside the MAM lobby for the length of the show.  The idea was to have the riders rack their bikes in the museum rather than outside on the plaza, thus bringing in some bike riders who never before entered the museum. To their benefit, it was also a chance to have their bikes actually secured, for the outside racks were usually overstocked, and under-policed. But then more racks appeared on the plaza, so the artwork lost part of its impact and most of its mass.

It’s not the first time the museum and the county went their individual ways. MAM started out in 1984 as the Center for the Fine Arts, a county-owned kunsthalle not much interested in local artists. When the institution became a private, collecting entity (the county still owns the building) and took the city’s name as the Miami Art Museum in the mid-90s, that attitude changed. MAM inaugurated a New Work gallery space to showcase projects of one or two artists, and many of those installations were by such locals as Barbara Neijna, José Bedia, Robert Chambers, and Glexis Novoa.  After the gallery disappeared following a renovation of the museum, the New Work designation stuck. It signals that attention is being paid to our own, at least to those artists living/working in town. This New Work iteration has only two artists born here. Still, it appears that it doesn’t take long to catch the crazy spirit of Miami, to mimic it, to celebrate it, to satirize it and, or, to ignore it.

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  • kevin arrow

    I am so happy to hear Helen Kohen’s voice in my head again! Her review is spot on and welcome. It is great on so many levels to have Ms. Kohen review the last great exhibition at the current address.

    • And to see how ready she remained to engage with the latest that Miami’s own were creating (2 yrs ago). Her voice is especially poignant today after her recent passing.

  • sara stites

    yes, a perceptive view
    …very welcome