meredith cutler :: arts marketing :: artist

I'm not going to be so presumptous as to present a formal and exhaustive review on the ever-anticipated, ever-harrassed Whitney Biennial. While traipsing my way around Brooklyn last weekend, I overheard a sidewalk conversation that went something like: "Oh yeah, the Biennial...again. They might as well just hold it every year, and forgo the Biennial affectation, as we barely have time to process the last one before the next one smacks us in the face. What it lacks in content it makes up for in hype..." and so on and so forth.

Ouch.

Given the attitude at large, and the admittedly impossible task of pleasing everyone (everyone in the art world, to boot), I've decided post-processing to simply point out the few pieces in this edition that stood out to me amongst the usual chaos, crap and crowd distraction.

Of course, there is an expected and increasing lack of formal, pretty work in favor of multi-media, video and de- or re-constructed debris-happy work. The one "pretty piece" I saw in this edition greeted me on my first stop (as always, floor #4), a perception-shifting wall piece by Isreali-born, New York artist Seth Price.

Realized in the negative space between several glossy pieces of laminated, burled wood, the act of spoon feeding between two figures was not immediately obvious to me in Untitled (2007), which I found very satisfying as the cliché map in my minds eye shifted.

Past that instant gratification, eye-candy intro, what I found compelling enough to spend some serious time with turned out to be video work, which I often lack patience for at crowded shows. My favorite works in the Biennial, videos by the L.A. duo Julia Meltzer and David Thorne, featured (fantastic) Syrian performance artist Rami Farah. Rivetingly upfront and humanly engaging, despite an English subtitled Arabic script of questioning political and quasi-religious content, the pieces I saw rode a fresh line between documentary, monologue and traditional storytelling. I simply could not get up and leave, and I would very much like to visit with this work again.

Another video that kept me riveted from stem to tip was Javier Téllez' Letter on the Blind For the Use of Those Who See (2007), which debuted at the Biennial. Drawing on an ancient Indian parable (The Blind Men and the Elephant), Téllez presents a compelling case with his depiction of six sight-disabled persons experiencing and describing their first individual encounters with an elephant (who stands mostly patiently in the center of a disused Brooklyn public swimming pool as the sightless explore his leathery skin and foreign sillhouette one by one). The film reminded me of the sheer wonder and preciousness of every new experience, and to appreciate how every being experiences the same thing in a unique way.

Given that, I'm sure that everyone who attended this edition of the Biennial will have their own favorites, opinions and horror stories (mine would have to be a claustrophobic experience in Mika Rotenberg's hairy goat pen when the exits were blocked by line jumpers!) I would look forward to the 2010 edition, but I fear it will be here before I have time to blink!