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Details from a Billion Dollar Nudes Show

Gagosian Gallery in Midtown put up about a billion dollars worth of nudes, mostly men painting women. Here are a few details from the fleshy romp through modern and contemporary figure painting.

John Currin

What always surprises me when I’m lucky enough to get in front of a Currin is the brushyness of it.  The old master technique is visible on the surface, not secretive at all.

Aristide Maillol

The patina on this is stunning, lustrous.  You could treat a bronze cast of a clod of dirt with it, and I’d be mesmerized.  (A note of caution, I crushed my hand on the door handle going out to the roof deck. There’s not clearence for a hand to go between the handle and the door jam, rather odd really.)

Lucien Freud

The glass between the viewer and the art is always disappointing (Francis Bacon’s suffer similarly), but it makes sense as this work is likely worth 8 digits before the decimal.  Get up close to the hands and feet before the guards yell at you, it’s worth a close look



This Cézanne is basically a detail in the show, it’s tiny and in a huge frame (I’ve cropped about half of it out). The clarity of this piece in person is remarkable, the brushstrokes are fractured, stitched together like a quilt made by a drunkard, but the overall effect is crystalline.  I think this guy Cézanne knows what he’s doing, I’d like to sign up for the newsletter.


Another example of Currin’s subtle touch.  His sexually explicit and provocative content provides a convenient excuse for the prudish art viewer to dismiss his genius.  There’s probably not a greater figure painter working today than John Currin.  His women are attenuated, extra-vertebraed impossibilities that are marvelous to behold even as a close inspection shows you they’re about to rip apart.

F%*#ck Yesss! Painting, Nicole Eisenman at the New Museum

Nicole Eisenmann is taking over.

She won a MacArthur genius grant. New works are going up at Anton Kern Gallery later this month. And, now open at the New Museum, a succinct, impactful retrospective. During this Spring of 2016, Nicole Eisenman is getting a close look as one of NYC’s premier painters. Here’s a brief post about the New Museum retro.

The paintings are self aware, not in a SKYNET sense, but that references to their own making are embedded on the surface.


The more academically inclined ones seem to know it, and they don’t veer from their stylistic lanes, but still manage to bring a sense of wryness.

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Nothing is taken too seriously. Some of the images would be horrifying if they weren’t so over the top.

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The variety of ways faces are portrayed illuminates Eisenmann’s understanding of art history.   Ensor and Bacon come to mind.

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I first saw this in 2007 and after 9 years it still makes me clench my fists in awe.

The variety of surface rewards the painters. and everyone else who thinks these little ripples matter a whole lot. The textures feel meaningful. Slicker paint leans intellectual, clinical; chunky gives turbulence, viscerality.  Seeing Eisenman’s fluency across styles is the joy of the show.

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I don’t understand what’s going on here, but I love it, so don’t tell me.

They are chock-a-block with details to to get lost in.

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This looks like paranoia about being two-dimensional (metaphorically and literally), but brings her signature whimsy.

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Go take a look, these paintings look back. Open until June 26th.



A now ubiquitous pigment squeezed out in gobs on every art student’s palette used to be so expensive that Michelangelo left a painting unfinished for want of the mineral.  For centuries the scarcity made the color the most precious of the palette, so it was reserved for the garments of the most sacred figure.  You’d think that would be Jesus, but throughout art history he has a well documented sartorial deficit.  So the blue falls to the next holiest, his mom, Mary.  Here she isn’t in the lower righthand corner of Michelangelo’s The Entombment.

The woman on the left is clearly checking her phone to find out where Mary is.

A quick unpacking of the name ‘ultramarine’ can give you an idea why it was more precious than gold to artists.  Its latin form (ultramarinus) means “beyond the sea.” Originally created by grinding up lapis lazuli, a mineral found almost exclusively at the Sar-i-sang mines in Afghanistan. The long journey over land and sea gave it its name and contributed greatly to its high price. Not helping one bit, turning raw lapis lazuli to an natural ultramarine pigment is labor intensive, requiring a blue-fingered craftsman to add the crushed mineral to a host of chemicals (linseed oil, rosin, resin, wax, turpentine, mastic) making a paste, and, as a contemporary recipe describes it, “suffer it to digest for a month.” The blue crystals then wash out in warm water, and the process should be repeated several times to increase the purity of vibrant pigment.

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Sar-i-sang, Afghanistan, not conveniently located to the Renaissance

Luckily for painters and other people with eyes, the Societé pour l’Encouragement d’Industrie (a real, not at all made up institute) funded a contest in 1824 that would award a whole mess of francs to whoever could produce a formula for a synthetic version.  In 1828 a French chemist and a German chemist both submitted processes that produced slightly different variants of the newly synthetic pigment.

Jean Baptiste Guimet and Christian Gottlob Gmelin (I think you can figure out who’s from where) submitted slightly different variations of a process within a month of each other. Guimet claimed to have discovered the process in 1826 but kept it secret and the Societé pour l’Encouragement d’Industrie awarded their fellow countrymen the prize (quelle surprise!) which explains the occasional labeling of the paint French Ultramarine. By 1830 each mans countries was home to a factory producing the synthetic pigment. Occasionally Guimet Blue and Gmelin Blue still appear on tubes of Ultramarine Blue paint.  Dropping the price by an order of magnitude brought the color to ubiquity with half a century to spare before the invention of impressionism. 

So how’s it made and what’s the difference from the natural version?  

The composition of the synthetic and natural ultramarines are remarkably similar, and the difference comes from the natural’s impurity.  When viewed under the microscope (pictured at top) the synthetic ultramarine has a smaller and more regular pigment size than the natural version which is uneven and speckled with white impurities that extend the color and make it more transparent.  I did not get actual lapis lazuli to view under the microscope because Afghanistan is still a hard place from which to source materials.

Here’s the difference, synthetic on the left, natural right. They hardly look like related colors at all.  The natural ultramarine required underpainting plus multiple layers to achieve its rich and deep blue in art historical examples.


The process of production sounds complicated but can be simplified to heating a list of ingredients in a closed furnace, then cooling and washing.  If you had a working knowledge of chemistry your ingredient list would look like this: Kaolinite, Sodium Carbonate, Anhydrous Sodium Silicate, Anhydrous Aluminum Silicate, Sulfur

And in English : china clay, soda ash, coal, charcoal, quartz, sulfur.

And if you want to dumb it down a shade: a particular type of clay, water softener, burned wood, a very particular type of salt, a very particular but different type of salt, and sulfur.

You’ll notice sulfur does not simplify, that’s because it’s an element, and elements do not get simpler, they are fundamental.  That’s pretty important.  Side note: Sulfur is awesome, really, really awesome.  Most elements are just hunks of grey metal. Not sulfur. In its solid form it is bright yellow, when melted it turns red, and when burned its flame is blue!

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So you heat all this stuff up in a closed furnace for an hour, remove the brick and wash it in pure water and you get a quantity of a mineral that can be dried and ground into the pigment. The final product bears a marked similarity to lazurite, the compound in lapis lazuli that gives the historical ultramarine its blueness.  The standard notation has it looking something like this: Na8-10Al6Si6O24S2-4 

Does this complex sulfur-containing sodium silicate look complicated?  Well by most accounts ultramarine is the most complicated of all the mineral pigments, so well done sticking out so far.

A fun vocabulary note from this, the word ‘anhydrous’ means without water, but it doesn’t mean just dry.  If you add water to salt, say, then let it dry out until it didn’t look wet anymore, it would nevertheless still have water in it.  The structure of the salt crystals that formed would contain water, and in a reaction those pesky hydrogens and oxygens would royally screw up the royalist of blues.  Beware of oxygen, it will ruin anything.

Explaining what makes ultramarine pigment blue is not simple.  The shortest and easiest way to say it is probably “the sulfur does it.”  More technically it is a particular ion of sulphur that does it (an ion being an atom with unequal positive and negative parts, so it carries an electric charge). Normally those ions are unstable, but in this case they are contained in a cage made from all the other letters in that formula above which keeps it stable over time.  If you add anything to ultramarine pigment that breaks down that cage, the sulfur will bond to oxygen (most likely scenario on Earth) and will fade like it did in this Vermeer painting.  In Vermeer’s time the cushion of the chair was brilliant pure ultramarine – today it has a faded grey patina.

A Lady Standing at a Virginal, Vermeer 1670-1673. By one survey I found, this is the least popular of his 35 (or 36) surviving paintings. Not a bad floor, Johannes.  To me it looks like she’s playing pinball.

Speaking of Vermeer, time for an art history tour!  Archaeological evidence at the Afghan mines suggests mining of the blue rock began at least 6,000 years ago. Lapis lazuli adorns artifacts from all over the ancient world.  It’s mentioned several times as a measure of wealth in the Epic of Gilgamesh from Mesopotamia. When the Old Testament mentions sapphire, the authors are likely referring to lapis lazuli, as sapphire was not seen in the area before the Roman empire. Ancient Egyptians, Mughals, and Persians all worked the stone and left examples that have time traveled through centuries to us today.

Statue of Ebih-Il, 25 Century BC, Syria.

The first known use of lapis lazuli turned into ultramarine painting pigment are in Zoroastrian and Buddhist temples in Afghanistan near the sites where the blue stone is mined.  The best example used to be the Bamiyan Buddhas, which were giant statues carved into the side of a mountain with paintings decorating the grottos they inhabit, but they were destroyed by people who have a ridiculous problem with pictures of sentient beings (even the made up ones).

Ultramarine paint in the grottos of the Buddhas of Bamiyan.
Buddha of Bamiyan before and after fundamentalism.

This is by far my favorite example:

Bone Figurine with lapis lazuli eyes from Egypt 4400-3000 BC (!)
Lapis lazuli inlaid in the rings around the eyes, eyebrows, and beard.  Tutankhamen’s death mask, 1352 BC.

Around 1000-1100 AD the ultramarine paint which can be traced back to the mines in Afghanistan, starts showing up in Anglo-Saxon and Norman illuminated manuscripts, as well as Chinese and Indian paintings in their distinctive styles (which seems to be scroll vs. mural, respectively). Then the Renaissance happens across Europe.  It was pretty great art-wise, and most of the lapis lazuli-turned ultramarine of the time traveled through Venice.

One half of the Wilton diptych with VM sporting the purest UM. 1395-1399, England.
Virgin Mary, Sassoferrato (1640~1650), Italy.
Vermeer (1665), Netherlands.

Closer to our own time, art history types love to cite Yves Klein in reverential tones because he patented his own blue, creatively named Yves Klein International Blue.  

The pigment is entirely synthetic ultramarine. The distinguishing characteristic is the binding agent, which keeps the paint looking as much like a pure pigment as possible. I’ve seen it, and works made with this blue have a peculiar effect in person.  They seem to create space, or make the space seem more dense, as if this part of reality is operating by a different set of fundamental rules. They do not translate well to pixels, so I won’t put an example here, it wouldn’t do any good. I highly recommend setting eyes on one, it’s rewarding experience. France is a good place to look.

The binding agent is a Polyvinyl Acetate, a complicated salad of sounds that acts as a deterrent to understanding.  Two examples from this group of thermosoftening plastics are better known by their more common names, Wood Glue and Elmer’s Glue. So Yves Klein mixed glue with blue. Well done.

Klein developed the blue with a pharmaceutical firm Rhône-Poulenc, which later developed Chlorpromazine, an antipsychotic medication that is used to treat disorders such as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. Good on them for helping out more artists than just Mr. Klein.

I changed my mind, here’s an example.  Yves Klein, 1962

And I’ll end this on a fun dystopic digression. The production of synthetic ultramarine produces sulfur dioxide that is vented into the atmosphere.  That same molecule spews out of erupting volcanoes and has been shown to be remarkably efficient at cooling the earth by reflecting away a larger percent of sunlight (with the added side effect of influencing artists [Turner] with its increased light scattering, as in the 1815 eruption of Mount Tambora which produced dazzling sunsets with its stratospheric deposits). Natural calamity seems to inspire a plethora of weird and dangerous climate engineering ideas to offset global warming. One such idea is to release vast amounts of sulfur dioxide into the high atmosphere to reflect sunlight.  Basically an artificial volcano could cool the earth temporarily, bringing with it a sulfur rich atmosphere that can scatter more sunlight which could more intensely color the skies.  Our climate engineered future might have the heavens inspired by Titian.

Bacchus and Ariadne 1520-1523 Titian, Italy.

Contemporary Capitalist Guernica


At the top of the most white box of white box galleries, the New Museum has a construction of paintings that shows the visual power of Jim Shaw. My comments here will address Labyrinth: I Dreamt I was Taller than Jonathan Borofsky (2009), which fills the top floor space with a diorama-like installation of paintings.

The work is packed with art historical references, none more potent than Guernica. The whole work looked to me like a comic book contemporary capitalist guernica, what happens when good business usurps morality and human well-being.  The satisfying twist to this work of sincere paranoia (conspiracy theory runs throughout the imagery) is the depiction of traditional figures of power.  Used to being masters of their domain, the suited men of society Shaw portrays are the doomed servants of the system they operate.  Through Shaw’s twisted lense the invisible hand of the market is played by extraterrestrial creatures, visceral, gross and malignant.  The embodied economic overlords, always dubiously dubbed virtuous, suck, drown and grind lots of white guys into comic book endings.

I found these as satisfying a capitalist critique as I’ve seen, certainly better and more effective than the one-note punchlines of Banksy or Shepard Fairey’s visual sermons. The art historical references worked well in the workmanlike painting style, a blown up comic book aesthetic.  The sole exception being the reference to Goya’s Disasters of War series, which can not be improved upon for their horror-inducing character.

A few other notes I took included the clever use of Mr Fantastic as a metaphor for overstretched American military power with many Dr. Doom’s popping up across the world and drones only making the overstretching even more perilous. There’s also a bunch of Led Zeppelin references. Something for everybody. Unless you love capitalism’s downside and imperial military power, then this may not be for you.  It closes this weekend in any case.