Andrew Berardini

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How to Prepare for Artissima   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Lucas Blalock, Sarah Cain, Giorgio de Chirico, Samara Golden, Mark Hagen, Anthony Lepore, Andrea Longacre-White, Carlo Mollino, Ry Rocklen at The Church of the Holy Shroud (Museo della Sindone) November 8th, 2012 - November 11th, 2012
Posted 11/5/12
To be honest, I'm not very good at preparing for things.  I do manage to pack socks and a toothbrush, though the only items I figure to be truly indispensable are a passport and maybe some pants.  Everything else can be reckoned with.  I aspire to detail-oriented readiness, long for the interest and ability to compose excel sheets that excel and enumerate neat lists with reassuring checkmarks next to each accomplished task, but this is sadly not the case. I can be distracted by a... [more]
So almost every week for the three wintry months these last two years I’ve participated in an ongoing art project that involved taking off my clothes with strangers, crawling into a mirror-covered, egg-shaped steam chamber, concentratedly sweating until I could no longer take the heat, and then slithering my wet body back into the cool air. Rinse, repeat. Clement Greenberg never did this. I did it nearly every week because I loved it, but throughout the experience I’ve been reluctant to write... [more]
Hoards I Have Known   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Liz Glynn at Redling Fine Art September 7th, 2012 - October 26th, 2012
Posted 9/18/12
I have never seen a real, archeological hoard. I’ve read about them in books, with full-color jewels splayed out on neutral backgrounds laid carefully in protective casings, stacks of silver and bronze coins embossed with Roman emperors, coiled gold snakes for nameless warrior queens. The internet provides hours heaped upon hours of “research” a procrastinator can dig into for the sake of pure meandering scholarship (a hoard of wasted time), giving one visions of buried riches, war loot, lost... [more]
Motorbike to cemetery, Picnic on wild berries... We'll come back for Indian Summer We'll come back for Indian Summer We'll come back for Indian Summer Cover me with rain. Beat Happening, Dip your fingers into the Southwestern paint box and if you run them through the sky across a smeary summer, you'll leave a trail that leads straight to autumn. Rust reds and creamy umbers, a flicker of primrose and pinks that might make a conch shell blush, all flow handily into the brown leaves... [more]
It’s leftover memories hauled off in a battered boxed, thin with water damage, to the local thrift store and dropped at the backdoor. An abandoned baby, lovingly clad in taffeta and enshrouded in a knit blanket, with nary a note. What, if anything, can be found in the kitsch of capitalism, the leftover detritus of a disposable culture, a transient society? What initial hopefulness and final dejection can be located in their battered bodies? Liz Craft’s excavation of what can be found in the... [more]
A Serpentine Rainbow   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Paul Waddell at Night Gallery June 5th, 2012 - July 3rd, 2012
Posted 6/23/12
Let us examine the rainbow.  A radiant bend of light that gives pause to even the surliest of sailors, the direct route to concealed honeypots glutted with gold, a divine message to Noah that the rinse cycle was completing its global soak, the rainbow is such an easy handle for spectral forces, sublimity and facile poetry that it may even be too obviously beautiful for us to concoct anything better than it, thus making rainbows the stuff of sappy cards and toddler’s television. It’s hard to... [more]
For the 3rd time, Art Basel has something this year called Art Parcours Night. It's not de rigeur to admit aloud that you don't know something, but I had to look up the definition of  "parcours." I asked my good friend/slave-driving nemesis -- the Internet -- and according to wikipedia, a "parcours" is "a physical discipline and non-competitive sport which focuses on efficient movement around obstacles."  In other words, a working definition of an art fair. Some conjecture/complain/lament,... [more]
Painted with Candy, Washed in Acid: An Elliptical Review   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Dasha Shishkin at Susanne Vielmetter Los Angeles Projects April 7th, 2012 - May 12th, 2012
Posted 4/25/12
Henry Darger, R. Crumb, and George Grosz all found themselves, elbow-to-elbow, drinking hard at the same shitty bar. “Ach! This place is such a stinking pit of depravity!” said Grosz. “Nothing but the most nauseating perverts and prostitutes, corpulent capitalists assfucking priests and army men. Disgusting.” He growled and then took a deep draught of his golden beer, licking the foam off his lip. A roach crawled up to a splash of wet beer on the bar and Grosz brushed it off with a resigned... [more]
A Biennial Timeline   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Posted 3/25/12
After reading over eighty years of articles about the Whitney Museum of American Art's series of annuals and biennials, one almost wonders, "Could they actually have been that bad?" Exempting this latest edition, the Whitney has, so as we can tell, the longest ongoing tradition in contemporary art of people really, really hating it. In an act of rebellion, we've decided to love the Whitney Biennial, not piece-by-piece, but the whole institution. We've always had a soft spot for... [more]
Color is part of reality   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Mel Bochner at Marc Selwyn Fine Art March 17th, 2012 - April 27th, 2012
Posted 3/24/12
It is a game made with beautiful hunks of glass and written with chalk on the floor, some kind of conceptual art hopscotch. One probably shouldn't hop though. Each arrangement is a different play on numbers and markers, of how space works in fantastically simple reduction, a theory of sculpture, or so the title implies. I see it, and then I read it. Then I compare what I read to what I see. This a simple one. Glass and chalk. So basic, but with a beautiful simplicity that has that great gush... [more]
In one of his notebook entries, [Bas Jan] Ader jotted an idea for a postcard: "Greetings from Beautiful Ader Falls." More ominously, he wrote, "All is falling." In the far western hinterlands of old New Amsterdam, just past the fraying edge of the California sprawl, languishes the twilight township of Ader Falls. A phantom truck stop often missed on the long, lonesome interstate between Los Angeles and New York, this forgotten village fades in and out like a half-finished dream. Ader Falls... [more]
More Love Hours Than Can Ever Be Repaid   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Mike Kelley at Carport on Tipton Way Near Figueroa February 23rd, 2012 - March 31st, 2012
Posted 2/23/12
Yes, we made that. Together and apart, under a spectral influence. There was one soul who started it and another and another, all of it combining and agglomerating, collected compassion, unabashed sentimentality, gratitude and grief. Neither elitist nor crass, all at once scruffy and cleansing, soft and hard. A shrine, maybe, even if it enshrined would handily sneer at his affiliation with such roadside divinity. Not unlike the working class, from which he and many of us come, artists often... [more]
Fairs are Great and Everything, But If You're in Madrid, These Are Probably Better.   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Gregor Schneider at CA2M Centro de Arte Dos de Mayo October 28th, 2011 - February 26th, 2012
Posted 2/16/12
So you're probably there, in Madrid, for the art fair. You quite possibly live there already with a rich and fulfilling cultural life in the Spanish capital, eating lots of tapas and various parts of pigs (like Jamon Jamon Lays potato chips, so porkful in Spain they have to say it twice). But it's likely if you're reading this, it's because of ARCO, one of the grand old art fairs and one of the most important dates in the Spanish art calendar. The fair is a monster. The professional days are... [more]
Ad Astra   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
David von Schlegell at China Art Objects Galleries January 7th, 2012 - February 4th, 2012
Posted 1/31/12
I’m not sure that anything ever looks like the thing you’re supposed to be looking at. Looking at the paintings of David von Schlegell (1920-1992) I know I can’t be seeing what he saw, though there is no way truly to be sure. Monochromes that fade from corner to corner along a diagonal crest with ragged edges of picture plane pooled with paint, sometimes edged with warm grain of smooth wood, the paintings look nothing like paintings to me, but other much stranger sights. They are sci-fi... [more]
An Honest Schedule   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Group Show at Pacific Standard Time Festival January 19th, 2012 12:00 PM - 10:00 PM
Posted 1/18/12
The climax of all this Pacific Standard Timing is here. Funded (like much of PST) mostly by the Getty, the PST Festival of Performance and Public Art stretches an official ten days (January 19-29) from the beach to Pomona and many environs in-between. Like all festivals, there’s always more than you could possibly see. And like all festivals the demand to make a schedule is paramount and declaring it to others helps ensure that wants and wishes become reality. So here’s a bit of a curated... [more]
Wall Works   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Fiona Connor at Various Small Fires January 7th, 2012 - February 12th, 2012
Posted 1/10/12
Yes, the walls were moving. Not the four holding up the ceiling, but some other walls in the room, fugitive, unstuck, wandering the space freely. You’re not supposed to touch art (at least in the white cube-ish rules), but they’re walls so maybe you turn your back to it, and then maybe, as happens after so long standing, you maybe start to lean. So maybe you just lean ever so slightly against the wall and the thing shudders, wheels, you catch yourself from continuing the lean-cum-graceless... [more]
1: The Lonesomest Moai in Los Angeles On top of a hill in Glendale, there's a cemetery special in the world, not only because it inspired Evelyn Waugh to pen a comic novel about it ("The Loved Ones") but because it has turned the theater of death into a distinctly California creation. Besides the largest painting mounted on canvas in the world with its own mock-church viewing theater and sundry themed stretches of plots, there is a museum hosting a coterie of odd, disparate objects all... [more]
 Art critics are never quite shilled in the same way as critics for other avenues of culture. Yes, our reviews likely get listed on CVs and not read, adding some vague imprimatur to an artist's career that might help move some product, but we're never exploited in quite the same way, as say, the movie critic, whose thoughtful well-composed reviews (okay not always) get diced into a few words to grace a promotional poster. Oh, if only some art critic (someone from October would be nice,... [more]
Portable Objects from Southeast Los Angeles   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
at Cleveland Museum of Art April 16th, 2011 - February 26th, 2012
Posted 12/19/11
1 LighterAngeleno people, North AmericaPlastic, metalPrivate Collection   The lighter’s considerable wear and tear is an obvious sign of intense use. Often, as a result of continuous handling, the translucency of the lighter darkens over time and receives a deep, glossy patina through scratching associated with overuse. Lighters were frequently acquired at local locations by its original owner or as gifts to maintain harmonious family or kinship ties. As prized daily possessions, lighters... [more]
The Pataphysics of Dr (illegible)   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Erik Frydenborg at Cherry and Martin November 5th, 2011 - December 17th, 2011
Posted 12/12/11
One solution is as good as another; if it’s even a puzzle or needs explication, which remains debatable. Possible Uses of the Design in Question:a) A proto-DARPA experimental device developed by top engineers under the influence of LSD to channel orgones into potent ”love bombs” which when deployed on the populace of an enemy state caused all those exposed to strip and engage in mass orgies. Deployment was eminent, but the device physically disappeared under the Kennedy Administration and its... [more]
In the Shadows of Children, Playing   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Ralph Eugene Meatyard at de Young Museum October 8th, 2011 - February 26th, 2012
Posted 11/21/11
A shirtless boy stands in front of a dilapidated house, his face blank, clutched in one hand a doll, in the other a disembodied arm arced as if the adult to whom it belonged had suddenly disappeared. A skull looks over him up near the front column, a mannequin head pokes out of the unkempt grass just a few feet away, another strange weed in this wild garden. What is that in the bush to the left, is it a bag? Hard to tell. What is he doing here? Who is he waiting for? All the skulls and heads... [more]
Chimerical Coitions   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Aaron Curry, Richard Hawkins at David Kordansky Gallery October 28th, 2011 - December 10th, 2011
Posted 11/15/11
Chimera gets close to capturing it. Not in that figurative sense of the impossible wished for thing, but in the old, weird Greek definition of chimera: a fire-breathing female monster, part lion, goat, and serpent, combined together in ways that are invariably wonky, the goat's head poking out of the lion’s back or the lion's head poking out of the goat’s neck, the snake lending itself formally to always simply being the tail. The fact that’s totally mythical to the side, I always wondered how... [more]
In Between   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Nir Evron at Center for Contemporary Art, Tel Aviv September 8th, 2011 - November 12th, 2011
Posted 11/7/11
The hotel is empty today. It’s empty almost everyday. Sunlight shines over the wood panelling and empty mail slots of a perfectly preserved but unmanned reception desk, the rounded lettering announces the normal functions of a hotel: Cashier, Reception, Concierge, a typography moderne in the 60's but now seems quaintly retro-futurist. Lamps like oriental birdcages hang over the clean lines and airy space of the lobby. They hang over the dining room as well. Hundreds of places along tables... [more]
Past Midnight   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
at Pomona College Museum of Art September 17th, 2011 6:00 PM - 7:00 PM
Posted 9/21/11
Coming into the museum after midnight made me a little nervous. I gently pushed open the door, half expecting it to be locked even if the glass entryway was boldly marked “24/7” in vinyl. A gracious woman, perhaps sensing my trepidation welcomed me in, pointed toward the entrance and mentioned a few highlights, things tucked away that we might miss and we went in, feeling mischievous and exhilarated to be in one of these temples of art past bedtime. Driving to Pomona College Museum of Art in... [more]
Saint Warhol   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Andy Warhol at MOCA (Museum of Contemporary Art) at Grand Ave. July 9th, 2011 - September 19th, 2011
Posted 8/15/11
32 Soup Cans. This is it. The beginning of Andy Warhol as we know him. Many might say that Warhol being so goddamned influential it might be the beginning of an era. Or, it seems to me less the Warhol era as much as Warhol was perhaps the best at reflecting it. What an era. Though emergent from the '60s, Warhol I think is more of an emblem of the Reagan '80s than a child of that other, more socially revolutionary decade. The Soup Cans, the Marilyns, the Maos, I can like or dislike these as... [more]
To the last syllable of recorded time   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Thomson & Craighead at Berkeley Art Museum and Pacific Film Archive June 1st, 2011 - August 31st, 2011
Posted 7/25/11
Time, time, time: the bastard just doesn’t stop. Time is of course one of those mind-bogglingly ginormous things that’s exceptionally difficult to wrap one’s head around. Even quantum mechanics and other well-degreed and deservedly smart physicists have an exceptionally tough time with it as well for all the right reasons. It’s perhaps best just to show up when your dentist tells you to and try not to think about the existential/philosophical/quantum aspects of time too terribly hard. Time of... [more]
Most wars are started in the summer. It’s true. Most quotes one finds about summer are about how great summer is. Rarely does one find quotes about how horrible summer is. How long, how hot, how interminable the sweaty days, how much worse work feels under the yoke of summer. Most people who are quoted on summer must be aristocratic poets penning their verse with long lazy loops in leather bound notebooks bought for the purpose of vacationing by the seaside. Summer is long. Summer is... [more]
Just Do It!   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Kate Gilmore at Catharine Clark Gallery June 4th, 2011 - July 16th, 2011
Posted 7/5/11
Alright, let’s go. I’m ready. I’m pumped.Right foot, left foot. Clap, clap, shake it off, shake it down. Alright, really I’m ready. Let’s do this. Now. Alright, go. Go!In terms of feats of physical prowess, writing is about as lame and lazy as it gets. Though out of disability as opposed to laziness, Jean-Dominique Bauby wrote (albeit only a short book) by blinking it out. Even now as I write this, I’m leaning back in a somewhat comfortable chair, left leg propped over an end table; I’m... [more]
The Struggle Itself   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Isaac Resnikoff at Steve Turner LA May 28th, 2011 - July 9th, 2011
Posted 6/27/11
Sisyphus, the poor bastard. Sent to hell, he was doomed to roll a boulder up a hill over and over again, the sucker slipping away as soon as he got to the top. This penalty wasn’t for murdering house guests (one of the shittier things he’s rumored to have done), but simply for thinking himself more clever than the gods.Some time later, the dashingly chain-smoking Frenchman Albert Camus wrote, "The struggle enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy." It’s... [more]
Simple Patterns Playing Across the Vast Expanse of Land   Pick-button-f22fa879042524f5c7b8d2278b2983b8
Alex MacLean at Robert Koch Gallery May 5th, 2011 - July 2nd, 2011
Posted 5/31/11
It’s not easy to write about landscape photographs anymore. This is not even getting into too deeply the various degrees of high and low from leftist editorial to large-scale color pictorialism to the plethora of photo magazines littering the stand at your local Barnes & Noble with titles like “B&W Photography,” the kind with copious ads for super pro-camera gadgetry. With a note or two from painting, the landscape photograph has become one of those standard stand-bys for those bearing... [more]