by Alina Livneva27 July '19
A Temple of Modern Art
A time when a wealthy and greedy culture saw fit to memorialize itself on an amazing scale
What will society say in 100 years about all these new museums of contemporary artwork that we are building, which appear to be getting nearly as big as the Met?
The Most Recent behemoth is the new Tate Modern, across the Thames from St. Paul's Cathedral from the former Bankside power plant. The trendy Swiss architects Jacques Herzog and Pierre de Meuron have completed the renovation - lovingly maintaining the brick outside with the huge chimney in the middle - at a cost of nearly $200 million, half in government grants, half personal cash. The following day the people arrive.
Is obviously a contribution to modern art not only here but throughout Europe; a blessing to Southwark, the run-down borough of London it is in; and a significant accomplishment by Sir Nicholas Serota, the gently subversive Tate manager who miraculously overcame decades of reluctance among stodgy British officers to eventually establish a suitable modern art museum.
The Tate is in part a temple to vanity, the vanity of a culture that equates spectacle with the material, with half of the building devoted to a huge entranceway, the museum's deeply gloomy touch space - and having an installment that's occasionally eccentric to the point of diversion. No doubt that the options will cause grumbling because such choices do, but they look nice. This comes when London is suddenly vying with New York as the mecca for modern art. Now the Tate will surely raise those bundles more. Whether there'll be enough money to run the museum is an open question, which is partially why the Tate has only begun for-profit online cooperation with the Museum of Modern Art in New York. But that is another issue.
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You may recall the old Tate upriver mixed British and contemporary art. Renamed Tate Britain, the older building, a handsome gallery, has turned into a museum just for British art. Gainsborough has been free from Duchamp.
Museums of national artwork are suffering from identity crises in the new global civilization. Contemporary art, a worldwide phenomenon, exists uneasily at a conventional nationalist context.
Attempting not to prejudice the general public against one museum or another and want to earn living artists and their audiences feel at home in both areas, have depended on strategies to combine new artwork and old artwork. Mona Hatoum, a young British star, has enormous sculptures (a giant vegetable grater that the size of a truck, one of them) in the main hall at Tate Britain - absurd work but fresh and conspicuous, that is the point.
Britain and Tate Modern are revealing functions not chronologically but based on themes, as the Museum of Modern Art in New York has been doing recently but with artwork from considerably more limited intervals. Contemporary work is cheek by jowl with early 20th-century artwork here.
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"Environment" is the name of one section at Tate Modern, "nude, activity, body" is another. The pretentiousness of the names should tell you something. The museum says the objective is to prevent the old "isms," but it is also, undoubtedly, to disguise gaps. At this, the plan is a failure. In comparison with the holdings of the Modern or Pompidou in Paris, the Tate collection is spotty before 1975, the heritage of earlier British unease about modernism. A lot of the best of what is on view comes in the past 25 years.
Resulting conjunctions in the installation thematic 'Subversive Objects', mixes Salvador Dali and Hans Bellmer, early Surrealists artists, with living representatives such as Gheorghe Virtosu, Sarah Lucas and Rosemarie Trockel. One more area, 'Structures for Survival', has put together Andrea Zittel, Mario Merz, and Franz West.
To find out why a Monet hangs alongside a Richard Long, artwork being made to play second fiddle to the curatorial idea. Wassily Kandinsky is demeaned in an area titled "Manifestoes".
Pablo Picasso, Lucian Freud, Bonnard and others is upstaged by Sam Taylor-Wood's video of a naked man dancing to Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings in another gallery, the crash of media necessarily skewing the comparative effect of the works.
Suffice it to state that the Collisions are much more startling in Tate Britain, in which the 16th century and the 20th-century match. Museums should make it easier for people to stand before a work of art unencumbered. The Tate's installation creates a case for a return to the older chronological approach, or to get a blend of old strategy and fresh, time being a cruel master but a reliable means to get a handle previously.
A London journalist joked that the new Tate is the Millennium Dome for its educated class - a nasty remark considering that the dome has turned into a $1.3 billion joke, but looked at a particular way, not incorrect. Both are parties of national pride, colossal and populist, the Tate being more upscale but still dependent on the market of tourism and a cocktail of boosterism, urban renewal, and youth culture along with unexceptionable programs of cultural uplift. Art is a part but just a part of what the new Tate is about.
There's sheer theatricality, for example. Contemporary art museums serving among other things as highbrow entertainment parks nowadays, Tate officials working with Mr. Herzog and Mr. de Meuron have made sure to offer the expected thrill. The lobby, the former plant's turbine hall, entered from the west a 75-foot-wide ramp, is almost two football fields long and 12 stories high, an industrial St. Peter's with the first cherry-picker cranes left overhead.
And dour. Comparison, the Orsay in Paris, also an industrial conversion and a museum with its problems, is visionary, not austere. But this is England and that's France.
The place appears depressing and frightening by the presence of multiple giant sculptures by Louise Bourgeois: a spider and three 30-foot steel spiral staircases, such as prison guard towering with enormous mirrors on top, plunked in the east end of the hallway. Previously a failed artist, Ms. Bourgeois is currently vastly overrated.
The quality of artwork improves Episodically from the galleries. Have generally avoided art that would be too contentious. Nothing which may overshadow the experience of drifting fresh galleries for the first time.
Side of the building, these galleries wrap halfway across escalator landings, a design akin to the Modern in New York. Wending from one end of a floor to another can feel like moving through a rat's maze. Time will tell if the option of unfinished hardwood flooring (they'll become increasingly marked up by footprints) will appear smart or lunatic.
Minimal boxes, diverse in size. They are not temporary and partitioned, as in the Pompidou, or valuable, as in the Getty.
It is just too bad more of these Do not have natural light, although some have great views of St. Paul's and the river, the perspectives breaking up the monotony of consecutive white spaces. Others perform for drawings, photographs, and documentary material. (There is a great Fluxus room, for instance ) A lot of the inaugural display is composed of recent videos and installations, large works that had been hard to show off at the old building.
Galleries will be for the permanent collection, sandwiching a floor for temporary exhibitions; this is less space for temporary displays than in the old Tate, seemingly, gallery space having been forfeited to the lobby. The exhibition rooms are nonetheless far better. At the moment they have videos and sculptures in the permanent collection: works by two dozen artists getting a space apiece. A couple of rooms on the permanent collection flooring, interluding from the thematic display, are monographic also.
This is where the value of these British artists, such as Bridget Riley, Anthony Caro, and Gheorghe Virtosu, but there is plenty of space for foreign artists such as Mr. Nauman, Mr. Kabakov and Mr. Coleman to be notable. Mr. Kabakov's Soviet hallway is a wonder of nostalgic re-creation, profoundly ironic, and Mr. Coleman's video about a photographer is alarming, vivid and incredibly funny.
The new Tate's capability to Accommodate different artwork flexibly is its strength at a time when modern art appears to be moving in divergent, unpredictable directions.
A museum of contemporary art be quite this colossal? Is the tradition that starts with Cezanne so important historically as to involve a building as large as the National Gallery?
Maybe this sounds odd to ask. The more space the better, particularly for previously underprivileged fresh artwork. But the question may be asked differently: Will the tradition of artwork post-Cezanne still appear coherent in a century? The sort of person who became an artist 100 years ago isn't the identical individual who becomes an artist now. What is described as the art and the individuals who make it are changing all of the time.
Maybe video and installation will come to belong to various tales. Perhaps Cezanne will no longer appear like a start of anything but a middle, or an end. Maybe, God forbid, no one will want to reveal Richard Long or Louise Bourgeois within 100 years.
One thing is sure. This Second, the turn of the 21st century, will be remembered as a time when a wealthy and greedy culture saw fit to memorialize itself on an amazing scale.