making history - artforum.com / scene & herd http://artforum.com/diary/id=34612 login register ADVERTISE BACK ISSUES CONTACT US SUBSCRIBE follow us search ARTGUIDE IN PRINT 500 WORDS PREVIEWS BOOKFORUM 中文版 DIARY PICKS NEWS VIDEO FILM A & E SCENE & HERD Making History RECENT ARCHIVE BERLIN 09.28.12 Kate Sutton at the 2nd Ural Industrial Biennial of Art Pedro Vélez around Expo Chicago Linda Yablonsky at Berlin Art Week and Documenta Zehra Jumabhoy on Singapore’s Gillman Barracks Lucia Guimaraes at the 2nd ArtRio David Velasco at the 30th São Paulo Bienal Left: Artist Cyprien Gaillard. Right: Collectors Christian Boros and Karen Boros. (All photos: Linda Yablonsky) DATELINE: BERLIN. It’s Wednesday, September 12. Assignment: the German capital’s inaugural Art Week—not to be confused with Berlin Art Weekend, run by and for local galleries. Art Week has been conceived by a consortium of eleven organizations that include KW, the Akademie der Kunste, the Nationalgalerie, and two art fairs. They are (uppercase) PREVIEW BERLIN, once a satellite of the failed Art Forum Berlin, and (lowercase) abc art berlin contemporary, the five-year-old fair currently directed by dealers Guido W. Baudach and Alexander Schröder. New exhibitions in galleries and museums across the city further stack the deck. But tonight, the nonprofit Schinkel Pavilion is hosting a performance and exhibition by Cyprien Gaillard, the French artist for whom a demolition is the call of the wild. The pavilion is the brainchild of its curator, artist Nina Pohl, known to some as the ex-wife of Andreas Gursky. Its exhibition space is a circular room within the hexagonal extension of a mishmash, 1962 building named after Karl Friedrich Schinkel, the architect whose glorious, gothic Cathedral of Saints Peter and Paul towers over it. The pavilion itself overlooks a yawning construction pit, the stage for Gaillard’s performance. The site NEWS PICKS FILM was once the location of a perfectly nice castle that was razed for the GDR’s humongous Palace of the Republic, torn down for the purpose of—guess what?—reconstructing the castle. I’m told it will be surrounded Newest Headlines by starchitect-designed townhouses that only the very rich arriving in this gentrifying city will be able to afford. Elsie McCabe Thompson This history is integral to Gaillard’s show, “What It Does to Your City,” “it” meaning the cycle of creative Resigns as President of the Museum for African destruction that continually alters the skylines, and the life, of cities like Berlin. The event has drawn a large Art in Manhattan crowd that stands three-deep at the pavilion’s windows or on its L-shaped terrace, from only a corner of which Peggy Loar Leaves the performance is visible. Inside, Gaillard is exhibiting single teeth from excavator shovels left to rot in the National Museum of California desert. Displayed in glass cases on white plinths, they look like relics of the dinosaur age. Qatar Paola Antonelli Named Director of Research and Development at MoMA David Norman and Anthony Grant Become Vice Chairmen at Sotheby’s Sarah McCrory Named Director of Glasgow International Festival of Visual Art Two New Trustees for LA MoCA Museums Sheffield Receives Nearly $2 Million from Arts Council England Deborah L. Roldán Left: Dealer Daniel Buchholz. Right: Kunst-Werke director Gabriele Horn, Denhart Harling, and artist Angela Bulloch. Named Assistant Director of Exhibitions at Museum Milling about are the ever-present duo of Eva and Adele, Kunst-Werke director Gabriele Horn, the of Fine Arts Houston Cologne-based dealer Daniel Schmidt, 032c editor Jörg Koch, Gaillard’s Berlin-based dealer Philomene Sabine Breitwieser to Magers, and artist Angela Bulloch. The cathedral is aglow in red light coming from the pit, where three Become Director of clanking, crunching excavators gnash their steel teeth in the smoke-filled air and pirouette to the music of a Museum der Moderne drum corps playing from an adjacent roof. I’m reminded of Matthew Barney’s clash of mechanical titans in Salzburg Los Angeles a few years back, though that one was considerably more violent and erotic. Uta Barth, An-My Lê, and Natalia Almada Named When the machines power down, some people leave but more start to arrive, I’m not sure for what—unless MacArthur Fellows it’s to see Gaillard, who isn’t there. Magers takes me through a labyrinth of construction walls to a broad plaza several streets away, where Gaillard is the lone figure in a cobblestoned landscape so empty and dramatically lit that it feels like the set of a Cold War espionage film. He’s standing over a fluorescently lit, glass-covered room of empty bookshelves sunk into the ground before the state opera house. “This is a memorial to the books that were burned here by the Nazis,” he says. We gaze into it in silence, feeling the weight of history, the basic material of his show. “They are the artifacts of now,” Gaillard says of its elements. “They’re what I have left to work with.” 1 von 7 07.10.12 15:04 making history - artforum.com / scene & herd http://artforum.com/diary/id=34612 links Left: Artists Space director Stefan Kalmár. Right: Dealer Aurel Scheibler. The city’s real underbelly is its past. So the next day, while dealers are setting up abc and PREVIEW is, well, previewing in a hangar at the old Tempelhopf airport, I feel drawn to the Bunker in Mitte, where Christian and Karen Boros are showing reporters the first new hang of their collection in four years. (Rotation doesn’t seem to be their thing.) The five-story, concrete building is forbidding, but in the grand manner. Built in 1943 by the minions of Albert Speer, it vaguely resembles an Italian palazzo, albeit one with bullet holes drilled into the façade. A smiling, bald-pated Christian Boros ushers me through the prisonlike door. In the windowless interior, all sense of life as we know it disappears. Hallways are long; the 120 chambers where up to three thousand Berliners once hid from air raids are small, walls are gray and artworks on the ground floor retain a grim palette of black and steel works by Alicia Kwade and Thomas Saraceno. I feel as if I’m in a refrigerator. Upstairs, the genial Karen Boros gives me the backstory as we pass through a generous portion of Klara Lidén’s New Museum show and rooms devoted to Wolfgang Tillmans, Thomas Zipp, and sixteen other artists. The Allies, she says, used the bunker for interrogations after the war. Later, it was a storage facility. In the 1990s, it became a hardcore rave club. In 2003, the Boros’s bought it, cleaned and lit it, and cut through the roof with diamond saws to build the Mies van der Rohe–style penthouse where they live. “The history of Berlin is in our building,” Karen says. It gives me shivers to think of having to hide from bombs in there. Somehow it’s no stretch to imagine doing drugs in the same place. As a private museum, however, it’s a bit creepy. Back in the brilliant sunlight a few hours later, I feel lost, transported to another realm. It’s great. I’m seeing the world through art, which isn’t the world but its cipher. Familiar faces return at twilight, when I bump into dealers Franco Noero and Pierpaolo Falone with curator Abaseh Mirvali. We cab it to Station Berlin, a former railroad depot, for the vernissage at abc, which is humming with humanity stalking art and each other. Left: Artists Mike Nelson, Mathew Hale, and Tacita Dean. Right: Artist Wolfgang Tillmans. Two mini-fairs lurk within. Up front is MISS READ, displays of art books piled on stacks of industrial pallets. Along one side of the hall is a souk of twenty-seven “initiatives” invited by Stefan Kalmár and Richard Birkett of Artists Space in New York. (The two also collaborated with Mousse on the fair’s partly inscrutable two-volume catalogue.) Their bazaar is buzzing. It was conceived to highlight alternative forms of cultural production, distribution, and exchange, and it does. Participants here display their wares—more books, magazines, T-shirts, mugs, vinyl records, even drinks—on their pallet consignments, each arranged to suit. At Bliss, punching bags that trigger keystrokes on a computer invite viewers to vent at will. Lots of fun. Posters at Triple Canopy are printed with a brilliant takedown of artspeak by Alix Rule and David Levine. In the fair proper, art is not art but a “position” to contemplate. It still looks like art to me, and some of it is selling, though not at a very brisk pace. An exception is the large painting by Corinne Wasmuht at Johann König, who is hosting nightly dance parties at the Brutalist church where he lives. Laurel Gitlen is holding her ground with edifying ceramic-on-found-furniture works by Jessica Jackson Hutchins, and the leather couch 2 von 7 07.10.12 15:04 making history - artforum.com / scene & herd http://artforum.com/diary/id=34612 that Leslie Fritz has sneaked in for viewers of Meredith Danluck’s brutal video makes a welcome pit stop. Johnen Galerie is showing a Jeff Wall photo and many of the clothes that are in it. I admire the guts of Daniel Buchholz, whose stand offers nothing but €25 copies of a paperbound catalogue of work by Jack Smith and Antonius Höckelmann. “People are a bit irritated,” gallery director Robert Winkler admits. “They want to know where we are keeping the objects.” At the close, Peter Currie asks another dealer how he made out.