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Reviews: Nourrir la nostalgie at PFOAC and Peinture fraîche et nouvelle construction at Art Mûr

  Thankfully, summer is ending, and the undeserved holiday season that galleries take is coming to a close. I review two current exhibitions below, but they come with a preamble. Prefacing that, I should say that I have little doubt that the tendencies discussed below would have emerged without AI; so, the suggestion is not that they share deep cultural continuity, but that they share incidental formal traits. I am on the fence about the likely implications of AI for art (it seems much clearer for other fields), but it annoys enough people that it is at least potentially interesting. Despite the “newness” that people associate with it, AI’s artistic potential seems to be entirely in step with the ambitions of significant aspects of the avant-garde from a hundred years ago. However, the dreams of an automatic, depersonalized art made by machines that would eliminate elitism — and which were central to many Modernist ambitions — seem entirely out of step with the reac...

On Art and Empathy

* Since festival season is here and that means few art shows over the course of the summer, I will be posting a set of more thematic essays. Appeals to “empathy” are central to the ideology of “care” that is basic to the governance of Canada. Care is mostly rooted in the broader history of British sentimentalism, even if it has been re-branded with various multicultural highlights from the ashes of the empire. Such appeals are increasingly frequent in the enframing discourses employed in the local art system. Rather than chart how this has been playing out in the city over recent years and the cottage industry of pop pseudo-therapeutic texts on the triad of empathy-care-art, I thought it would be more worthwhile to evaluate the more rigorous theoretical attempts to promote the idea that art has much to do with empathy (primarily Vittorio Gallese and David Freedberg). To do so, and for brevity and focus, I have limited the discussion to a handful of summative texts by leading exponent...

On Propism

If you have the misfortune of reading these posts regularly, you may have noticed the frequency with which I refer to propism , a term I do not think I have ever defined. The following is a deliberately crude and short essay that sets out to do so. As the “prop” in the term would indicate, this revolves around notions borrowed from the logic of the theatrical medium. Anthropomorphism Probably the most canonical discussion of theatricality in visual art comes from Michael Fried. 1967’s still highly controversial “Art and Objecthood” sought to delineate what he took to be two warring sensibilities, one that he associated with Modernist painting and sculpture and the other with the grey area between art and non-art that he associated with literalist (or more commonly termed Minimalist) art. He took literalism as defining itself as a position taken against Modernism. At bottom, this was a war of sensibilities and experience more than one of any deep ideological convictions. It was an op...

Reviews: Marie-Pier Vanchestein at Elektra and Diyar Mayil at Articule

The Rustlings of the Group Are Invented as They Slip Away is an exhibition by UQAM graduate student Marie-Pier Vanchestein at Elektra. According to the accompanying text : This installation features robotic benches that move together in space, following rules inspired by swarm algorithms. Through their movements, both programmed and unpredictable, the benches seek, through a common movement, to escape the gallery. The hum of their motors accompanies this attempt at emancipation, creating a collective murmur. [p] By playing with diversion and the principle of emergence, the exhibition questions our relationship with the structures that surround us. Can these benches truly break free from the framework that defines them? Through this poetic staging, the artist invites us to rethink the connections that unite a collective and the spaces it inhabits. As is my habit, I did not read the accompanying text until I had spent some time in the exhibition. I assumed it was some kind of joki...