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Artists & Works
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Richard Artschwager
American (b. 1923)
UNTITLED (1988)
graphite on paper
25 1/4" x 19"
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conceptual art |
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In many ways Richard Artschwager is an anomaly among contemporary
artists working today. Neither the path of his career nor the aesthetic
of his work fall neatly into expected patterns. Initially embarking
on a career in science, Artschwager only gradually began to turn
his complete attention to art-making during his young adulthood,
and for a number of years made a living at odd jobs and, most importantly,
furniture making, which later deeply informed his artwork. His painting
and sculpture remained a private and background pursuitthe furniture
he was making at the time eventually provided the entry point into
fine art.
Artschwager's sculpture often employs "fake" materials, such as
Formica patterned to look like a wood surface. The artist sees such
materials as images in and of themselves, or in a sense as photographs,
which he appropriates for his artwork. Additionally, in his typically
rational yet radical manner, Artschwager believed fundamentally
in the use of the forms of everyday objects as the basis for his
sculpture. While he shared some of these tenets with his Pop contemporaries,
such as Claes Oldenburg, Artschwager's cerebral approach and lack
of interest in emulating the bright colors and advertising of capitalist
culture in his art set him outside the borders of Pop, aligning
him more closely with, if anyone, early 20th century Dada innovator
Marcel Duchamp.
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CRITICAL EXCERPTS
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Waldemar Januszczak, Sunday Times (London), 12/23/01
" We are certainly watching a craftsman's appreciation
of the simple beauty of lowly materials. In Artschwager's shows
I always feel the presence of an unseen carpenter enjoying the exhibits
with me, running his hand along the immaculate joins and whispering:
lovely bit of work there. Since it's Christmas, since slippages
of reality are more in order than at other times of the year, let
me also admit that I also sense the desire for an inchoate religious
plangency. Doesn't that beautiful pared- down table have something
of the altar about it? Joseph was also a carpenter. Christ was born
in a manger. Cribs are a carpenter's achievement, too. These are
coincidences, but they feel pertinent. These days, we are used to
seeing bits and pieces of domestic interior snipped out of their
normal context and repositioned in the art gallery as a new kind
of sculpture. Think, for instance, of Rachel Whiteread's plaster
casts of the spaces beneath a chair, or Scott Burton's false benches
that sit in art galleries and taunt the real benches around them
with their uselessness. Artschwager started all this tinkering with
the reality of fixtures and fittings. He started various revolutions
in art. "
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Roberta Smith, New York Times, 1/25/88
" A master of the reconstructed readymade, an assiduous
manipulator of appropriated images, forms and uningratiating, non-art
materials (often within the same hybridized painting-sculpture),
Mr. Artschwager established himself as a free agent, a jack-of-all-trades.
Since the 1970's, he has been claimed as founding father or kindred
spirit by successive waves of younger artists, from New Image to
the recent Neos of Geo and Conceptual. He's been inducted into numerous
group exhibitions and probably into the appropriation hall of fame:
the staples of his art - abstracted furniture forms, wood-grain
Formica and paintings on a canvas-weave vinyl called Celotex - have
been widely influential and perpetually cloned. Despite all this,
Mr. Artschwager's reputation maintains its grass-roots status: one
of the things that make this show such a pleasure is that the work
is relatively free of hype. ...Despite its current modishness and
eternal thorniness, Mr. Artschwager's art takes as one of its big
themes the anonymous and inexorable passing of the American scene,
of its people, objects and buildings. Its prescient use of the ''generic''
or the ''simulacrum'' may ultimately be less interesting than its
affinity to an artist like Edward Hopper. Beneath Mr. Artschwager's
irony is an elegiac strain, a desire to hold time and show us what
has been lost. "
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