Cast Blog: #WORKOFART

For Your Entertainment

Tearing Up

The Drama's Done

An Alternate Universe

Enchanted

Tiny Coincidences

Portrait of an Artist

The Town

Main Street Meets Mean Street

The Secret

On Getting Naked and Hitting the Streets

Selling Out or Buying In?

A Difficult Choice

Do You Believe in Magic?

Elimination Heartbreak

Figure Eights and Fast Lanes

Art Girls (and Boys) Gone Wild!

Eye of the Tiger Penis

The Temptation of Simon

Art (and Defeat) in the Streets

Night Owl

All the Art That's Fit to Paint

Riddle of the Spanx

The Gray Lady isn't Just for Men

Bangs, Toggle Sweaters, and Kids

The Fame

Child's Play

Kids' Stuff

How Could You?

Sex is in the Air

The Essence of the Competition

Pop Touched Me, Too

One Enchanted Evening

What's Poop Got to Do with It?

Scat-Art-Logical Humor

When Simon Met Sucklord

It's Baaaa-aaaack!

Back to School

Isn't It Ironic?

Art History

The Final Crit

For Your Entertainment

Simon reveals which artists he thinks are the most fun to watch.

Immediately after my studio visit, I took the last flight to London to conduct an auction there the next day. I therefore never saw the gallery show and had no idea how the two groups and the individual artists had reacted to the pandemonium I must have created by asking them all to seriously reconsider their initial approach to this challenge. I was therefore particularly curious to watch this episode.


I very much like the work that Bayete did. More than any other work, it responds exactly to what the challenge was all about. Seeing how simple it was for him to execute this piece should in no way detract from the strong visual impact of his video piece. Video clearly seems to be a medium that he is at ease with as he had already demonstrated at the time of the casting with the dialogue piece between the two Bayetes. It was also gratifying to see that after a close brush with elimination in the first episode he managed to actually secure victory in the second challenge.
Michelle also produced a strong work without having to resort to her favorite highly personal technique of paper sculpture. After her victorious first round she is again very close to the top.
Lola's work rightly did not impress the judges, which means that after having been part of the top group in Episode 1, she is part of the bottom one this time.
Tewz also produced a work that seemed to have very little to do with the theme of the challenge.
As in Season One's team challenge it was interesting to observe the group dynamics in the two opposing teams. Young very rapidly imposed himself as the leader in his team, whereas the other team did not seem to have a clear leader.
As a mentor the sole contact I have with the contestants is during my studio visits and during the gallery openings. It is only when actually watching the episodes that you can better discover their personalities. On that front it is Lola and the Sucklord who so far provide the best entertainment and are most fun to watch.
Kathryn tries to get out of her comfort zone by utilizing video to do her work, even if stylistically it is very close to the work she did for episode one. It is when seeing her reaction to criticism, that one realizes how brave all these artists are to submit themselves to being filmed around the clock and produce works within very tight time constraints and with little sleep. On top of that Kathryn had to deal with severe health issues. My full respect goes out to her. I actually very much liked the work she did for episode one. It was powerful when hanging on the wall of the gallery show.  While her subject matter may be gruesome, there is a sort of formal appeal in it not unlike what you can experience when seeing some works by Thomas Hirschhorn.

 


It was a particular pleasure to see Jeanne Greenberg Rohatyn back as a judge in this episode. In real life she has proven her gift in spotting the great future talents well ahead of the game. It is easy to do so later once a consensus has begun to build.

 

The Drama's Done

Jerry gives his thoughts on the final three exhibits.

“Then all collapsed,” goes the last passage of Moby-Dick, “and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.” Work of Art ended last night, although without sublime terror. Its end brought three good shows by three good artists, any one of whom could have won, all three of whom could have real careers (ditto the recent losers Lola and Michelle; Sucklord, get thee to Mordor). The three finalists, plus with my overall feelings about the program this season, tell me that a sea change took place on our show this season, in public and private. Last year, waves of hatred predicted the collapse of the art world and the destruction of art by television; this year unfurled in its own spreading shroud. A bit like art itself: sometimes capturing attention, mostly gliding slowly by.

This year’s Work of Art was less sideshow, more grad school. I suspect that it made for less entertaining TV, though the artists were better and, unlike last year’s, had a sense of how it would go. Each found ways of making personal work in the midst of one of the most impersonal situations any will ever face. As for me: I tried to be clearer in my criticism, weighed fifteen pounds more than last season, marveled as Bill Powers blossomed into an excellent judge, crushed on China Chow, gasped at Simon de Pury’s charisma. I stood in front of a dozen cute stylists. I saw my bald head powdered with makeup. I wore white Spanx that broke my dark heart. It’s a hard … it’s a hard … Wait. Sorry.

About the finalists: Just as last year’s winner, Abdi, should have been given a grant to a good grad school (with the win going instead to the true artist, Peregrine Honig), the excellent artists Lola and Michelle didn’t make it. Sara, who did make the final three, surprised me. After starting off making nice watercolors, she lapsed into cliché and confusion. Although her personality feels oddly absent (both in the flesh and in her work), she got in touch with her inner performance artist, the sculptor within, and excelled with materials. I’m told that Sara is in grad school now, and it should give her a chance to develop her talents. She didn’t win on this night, when much of her show dealt with secret lives and mutant creatures. Once she escapes generic symbolism (like the hypodermic needles she stuck in an old mattress) and ersatz surrealism (origami birds flying from a cage), her work, I imagine, will stand up in the real art world. Congratulations, Sara.

Young’s work rattles with repressed emotion and cerebral acuity. Sharp as a tack about art, the most articulate contestant ever on this show, he became adept at merging the social, the personal, and the material. His show dealt with life, loss, longing, the death of his father, and the cancer of his mother — a lot to take on at once. Thus, it lost emotional momentum. I fancy that Young’s losing a TV game show about art might make his eventual art career easier (though the $100,000 might’ve helped, too). He should move to New York, find a dive in Bushwick, have his New York nervous breakdown, and join a promising next wave of talented people.

Kymia took the prize based on her drawing skills. The surfaces of her drawings didn’t come across on TV, but they were covered in pebble-like flecks, pooled paint, sedimentary minerals, and other original marking techniques. Replete with circumspect touch and fine line and nicely scaled, they had physical presence and psychic gravitas. I was most taken with her rendition of a ship, a sort of psychic raft from the underworld drifting on Melville’s rolling ocean. The shadow of two legs on the sails was hokey, but I wasn’t bothered by this lapse into bathos. Her outing showed an artist following her vision to wherever it led her.

Which is what this show was for me. It already feels far away. My wife has still never watched a minute of Work of Art, though she loves that I did it. So do I. I’m not sure why this is, and would love artists to tell me if there’s an equivalent in their process, but for me Work of Art was all about the before and the after. The show itself was never the thing. It was about getting out of my office; learning how TV is made; being around artists trying as hard as they could; being a part of a mass of people, cameras, lights, and sound equipment functioning as an organism; confronting my fear of celebrities when the show’s executive producer, Sarah Jessica Parker, was a guest judge; being ogled by stylist girls while standing in my underpants. I loved making the show, trying to bring art to a wide audience, writing about it, and the tens of thousands of conversations it generated via my recaps, Facebook posts, tweets, and random street-corner conversations. I dug the shock of someone saying to me in my building’s elevator, “Hey! You’re that mean art-critic judge on TV.” All this experience enriched me, my life, my work, and my stomach.

But the televised show itself? I missed watching four episodes this year — twice I forgot it was on, and twice I had the wrong time. That’s how curious all this has been for me. Right now I feel at peace with my TV god; I’ve gotten everything I wanted. Now it is done. As I am a confessed inner hysteric, allow me a final act of exaggeration, as I end this strange, strange voyage into art criticism on television with the epilogue of Moby-Dick: “The drama's done ... one did survive the wreck ... I was he whom the Fates ordained ... I floated on a soft and dirge-like main. The unharming sharks ... glided by ... I was picked up at last ... another orphan ... I alone am escaped to tell thee.”