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...Martin and Cy Twombly, Phillips and Neri have placed more emphasis on newly emerging artists. This generational shift seems exceptionally welcome in light of the rather uncompelling contributions by the '97 Biennial's more well-known practitioners--including Bruce Nauman, Francesco Clemente and Dan Graham. A notable exception, Ilya Kabakov is one of the few older artists in the current exhibition whose seniority is reflected in the quality of his work. Perhaps overly ambitious for its context, his wistfull installation of a crumbling hospital ward is designed to treat his elderly patients with old family slides and tapes of memory...
Installations like Kabakov's and Glen Seator's full-scale model of the museum director's office tilted at 45 degrees, are some of the most striking pieces in the show. Charles Long and Stereolab create a terrifically funny and participatory "lounge," the Amorphous Body Study Center. Here visitors can stop, listen to music and have a drink from a water cooler sprouting headphones, or join the throngs of amateur sculptors clustered around a giant mound of pink modeling putty. Like the exhibition's curators, Long and Stereolab understand the importance of putting on a good, crowd-pleasing show. Their...
...Museum in New York City. Titled "Stalin's Choice: Soviet Socialist Realism, 1932-1956," it consists of around 100 paintings and sculptures exhumed from various Russian museums. Appended to it is a group of works and installations by contemporary Russian artists -- Komar and Melamid, Ilya Kabakov and others -- that reflect on the Socialist Realist legacy with more irony than bitterness: this was the formative art of their childhood, and they had little else...
...decent stereo, and even if it survived another 1000 years, it never would have. Its cars sucked. It had awful food and not enough of it. Its architecture was hideous. Its books and movies were boring propaganda. Its great artists were either emigres (e.g. Solzhenitsyn) or escapologists (e.g. Kabakov). It polluted like sulphur dioxide was going out of style. Its rulers were, almost without exception, bloodthirsty swine. Its record on human rights was laughable, its concern for individual freedoms nonexistent. All this and much worse is true...
Which returns my gaze to the wreckage. Out of all these broken things, I pull pieces for my collection, detritis, filed away and rigorously catalogued. The architects of cowardice come from all sides: the pacifists, Albert Camus, Kurt Schwitters, Ilya Kabakov, Walter Benjamin, Theodor Adorno, William Tecumseh Sherman, Ross McElwee's "Sherman's March," Sidney Lumet's "The Pawnbroker," Robert Oppen-heimer, Ella Baker. It is not much, but, as King said in '67, "Now there is little left to build on--save bitterness...