Kaelen Wilson-Goldie

  • Charline von Heyl

    A painter’s painter if ever there was one, Charline von Heyl has said so many strange and beautiful things about what it means to look at a work of art that standing in front of her own pictures can feel like a good challenge or a daunting test. This is an artist who considers the act of looking an adventure, who credits art historians for thinking with their eyes, and who says that when a work of art does something different or something new, “you can’t stop looking because there is something you want to find out, that you want to understand.” She adds, “Good paintings have this tantalizing

  • film October 25, 2013

    Children of the Revolution

    IN THE TEN MONTHS since it won the audience award at Sundance, Jehane Noujaim’s documentary The Square, about the political upheavals that have been convulsing through Cairo for nearly three years now, has proved almost as unpredictable and unwieldy as its subject. The version that screened in Park City, Utah, began with the protests on Tahrir Square, which were initially organized, at the outset of 2011, as a response to police brutality and the case of Khaled Saeed, a young man who had been beaten to death six months earlier by the Egyptian security services in Alexandria, and then escalated

  • picks October 17, 2013

    Marwan Kassab-Bachi

    The Syrian poet Adonis composed seventy-five prose poems in his honor. The great Saudi novelist Abdelrahman Munif wrote the artist’s most important monograph in Arabic. His major bodies of work include still lifes of marionettes and paintings of stretched and distorted faces. As the founder of an important summer art academy at the Jordanian foundation Darat al Funun in 1999, he tutored a generation of young talent, from the composer and sound artist Nadim Mishlawi to the painters Ayman Baalbaki and Tagreed Darghouth. His exhibition history is a veritable tour of art spaces once active in

  • picks October 02, 2013

    Jean-Luc Moulène

    In 2001, the French artist Jean-Luc Moulène took a series of photographs in the Lebanese port city of Sidon, which included portraits of people he met there by chance or through friends. The resulting images were displayed on the crumbling facades of the old souk. Twelve years later, many of them are still there. One portrait in particular, titled Abou Baker, 2001, after its subject, was later borrowed by mourners for the young man’s funeral. For Moulène’s illuminating, inscrutable exhibition at the Beirut Art Center, Abou Baker and another picture from the same series—featuring three bare-chested

  • Eliot Porter

    Eliot Porter was eleven years old when his parents gave him a box camera for Christmas. In the woods behind his house in Illinois, what most fascinated his boyhood imagination were weeds, wildflowers, insects, and birds. Starting then and for the rest of his life, he photographed bitterns, red-winged blackbirds, and marsh wrens, among other bird species. At twelve, Porter created moody pictures of majestic ospreys in Maine, dramatic studies in the mechanics of flight that capture the predatory fish hawk in muscular moments of taking off and landing. Finding the resulting images too muddy, however,

  • diary September 19, 2013

    Absent Presence

    ONE OF THE MOST breathtaking works in the Thirteenth Istanbul Biennial, which opened to the public on Saturday, is a black-and-white film that was made more than sixty years ago. The sole mention of it is buried in the back of the biennial guidebook, and it is scheduled to screen only once, on an undisclosed day in October, at 5533, the most remote of the exhibition’s five venues. The only film ever made by Jean Genet, Un Chant d’amour (1950) is a talismanic study of autoerotic longing among a prison population hounded by curious and resentful guards. French censors banned the film as soon as

  • diary September 13, 2013

    Better in Theory

    THE POLYFORUM SIQUEIROS is an absurd, angular structure standing in the shadow of Mexico City’s World Trade Center, in the borough of Benito Juárez. Perched like an eccentric papal hat over a handful of cheap cafes and restaurants, the building breaks up the otherwise endless Avenida de los Insurgentes, said to be the longest street in all of the Americas, which cuts a line like a scar, north to south, through this heaving, hurling megacity of more than twenty million people.

    The Polyforum was the last, most ludicrous project by the late Mexican muralist David Alfaro Siqueiros, who set out to

  • “Adel Abdessemed: L’Âge d’or

    For the first time since opening its doors three years ago, Mathaf is devoting a solo show to an artist from the Arab world, a vast and variable region with complicated politics and notably undernourished art-historical narratives, which the museum was established to explore. Adel Abdessemed’s “L’Âge d’or,” curated by Pier Luigi Tazzi, will delve into notions of past, present, and future through works made with materials such as salt, jade, porcelain, cannabis, gold, resin, bamboo, and bronze. An Algerian-born, Paris-based artist of Berber descent who is fiercely

  • diary July 29, 2013

    Live Studio Audience

    THERE ARE MUSEUMS with a mission to tell the story of modern art. There are museums that endeavor to be encyclopedic. There are museums forever grasping for what’s now, new, and around the next curatorial turn. In New York City in the summer of 2013, there are more than seventy art museums, at a conservative count, opening their doors to the public on a daily or near-daily basis. Few of them have the real and still retrograde intention of belonging to a neighborhood, a community, or the densely layered history of a specific cultural milieu. Fewer still have the energy, depth, and on-the-ground

  • diary July 15, 2013

    Art House

    “I NEED SOMEONE who understands art to come down here and tell me how this is art,” Phil Beder says as I step into his radio studio on the damp opening day of Thomas Hirschhorn’s majestic Gramsci Monument. “I understand books, sculptures, and paintings,” Beder adds. “Less so the ephemeral stuff.” His bashfulness only just covers up his mischief. A former schoolteacher, Beder is a veteran of the storied New York radio station WBAI. I am sure he knows very well how Hirschhorn’s work is art and, moreover, why the arguments employed to elucidate and defend it are interesting, urgent, and even critical

  • diary June 24, 2013

    Home Makeover

    SOMEWHERE ON THE ARABIAN PENINSULA in the late seventh century, a quixotic young poet named Qays fell totally and hopelessly for a mercurial beauty named Layla. He composed long, lush, embarrassingly honest poems in her honor, turning up every day to profess his love. When Layla’s father found out, he was livid. A lowly poet for his daughter? Never. He married her off and sent her away, at which point Qays went crazy. In one version of the story, they were simply the sweetest of childhood friends. In another version, Layla was smitten but passive, and so she died of a broken heart, leaving Qays

  • diary June 08, 2013

    Bodies that Matter

    ON A DAZZLING SATURDAY AFTERNOON, splashed with resplendent sunshine after too many cool gray days of rain, I slowly picked my way through the hordes of tourists, whether drawn by warmth or light, who had turned out suddenly and in droves to clog the quintessentially Venetian quay that loops around San Marco and runs along the edges of Castello and the Arsenale. At the foot of a bridge leading over to the quieter corners of the Giardini, I stumbled across a woman in a long, pink, ruffled flamenco dress, lying perfectly still, facedown on the ground, surrounded by a fan, a scarf, a strewn bouquet

  • Eric Baudelaire

    The aftereffects of political violence, financial ruin, and other disasters (both natural and manmade) have been the subject of French artist Eric Baudelaire’s films, videos, and photographs for more than a decade. Yet none of his work is strictly, or even superficially, documentary, and all of it seems to be in dialogue with the high formalism of several major and minor figures in the history of art, literature, and cinema. Baudelaire consistently flirts with the aestheticization of conflict. He risks turning the wreckage of war into images that are beautiful, melancholic, or sublime. But there

  • diary May 22, 2013

    Public Relations

    WHEN THE ISTANBUL FOUNDATION FOR CULTURE AND ARTS (IKSV) struck a sponsorship deal with Koç Holding to support five editions of the Istanbul Biennial over ten years, from 2006 through 2016, one can reasonably assume that everyone involved wanted something fairly solid—financial stability, reputational fortification—from the arrangement. What no one seems to have imagined, however, was that the deal would so ruffle the feathers of Istanbul’s factional communities of contemporary artists, political activists, and territorial leftists that Koç—Turkey’s largest industrial conglomerate, which is run

  • diary May 04, 2013

    Gimme Shelter

    THE BALKAN WARS OF THE 1990S burned through the state once known as Yugoslavia as one terrible explosion after another rocked the hills and cities of Bosnia, Croatia, and Kosovo. The conflagration left a devastating legacy of war crimes, corruption, and still-smoldering embers of fear, arrogance, and ultranationalist manipulation of supposedly ancient ethnic strife. A decade of violence crippled the region, brought a cosmopolitan society to its knees, and returned such terms as “mass slaughter” and “ethnic cleansing” to the vocabulary of Europe. As an unexpected consequence, those wars also

  • Huguette Caland

    The Lebanese-born, California-based artist Huguette Caland has burned through numerous styles, moods, and media in the five decades since she made her first painting, a monochrome titled Red Sun, to mark the death of her father in 1964. At the Beirut Exhibition Center, the work was placed just inside the entrance, where it marked the beginning and end points of Caland’s first retrospective in Lebanon, which took a full-circle tour through the three major historical phases of her work. Produced as a ruminative elegy to her father, Bechara El- Khoury—who was Lebanon’s first postindependence

  • “She Who Tells a Story: Women Photographers from Iran and the Arab World”

    Taking its title from the young photographers’ collective Rawiya, whose name means “she who tells a story” in Arabic, this exhibition features one hundred images by a dozen artists, all of them women, who cover a range of styles and subjects as complex and contradictory as the region from which they hail. Divided into three chapters—“Deconstructing Orientalism,” “Constructing Identities,” and “New Documentary”—the show revisits photographs from the 1990s by Jananne Al-Ani, Shadi Ghadirian, and Shirin Neshat, wherein the veil appears as a theatrical device, and

  • Cyprien Gaillard

    The bold beating heart of “The Crystal World,” Cyprien Gaillard’s first solo exhibition at a museum in New York, was a work that viewers could hear before they could see it. A snatch of an old David Gray song, endlessly repeating the name of an ancient place with as heavy a sorrow as anodyne pop could bear, drifted through the corridors and drew visitors into a large, darkened room. There, beyond the crackle and whir of a 35-mm film projector, Gaillard’s mesmerizing elegy for a ruined Iraq, Artefacts, 2011, was playing in a continuous loop on a screen more than nineteen feet high. The artist

  • picks March 29, 2013

    Zarina Hashmi

    The lines of Zarina Hashmi’s woodcut-printed and paper-woven maps evoke territorial borders, historical ruptures, and communal scars with a visual language that looks like Minimalism and moves like poetry. Long overdue, Hashmi’s first retrospective, curated by Allegra Pesenti, opened at the Hammer Museum in Los Angeles last fall and travels to the Art Institute of Chicago this summer. For now, it resides in the galleries beside the Guggenheim’s central rotunda, which feels spatially right—a small selection of delicate works tucked into an intimate corner.

    The viewer’s close proximity to the

  • diary March 22, 2013

    Spring Break

    THEY WEREN’T TOGETHER LONG, and they were arguably mismatched from the start. She was older, more serious, sober, and down to earth. By all outward appearances, she was also indifferent to the business of buying and selling art. She flirted with the deeper, more disruptive powers of contemporary cultural production until they blew up in her face two years ago, compelling her to return to a more diplomatic, community-minded middle ground. He, meanwhile, was young and brash, an ostentatious lush. No matter how much noise he made in her direction—the special projects, discursive platforms, and