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Dallas Art Fare: Notes From a City

Dallas is a mythical place. It is America in ways that New York, Chicago or Los Angeles have lost, because it is further from convention, and yet more attached to its origins, than those cities. Dallas embodies many of its country’s most thrusting hallmarks—economic growth, technological advancement and unceasing civic development—while remaining refreshingly unshackled from predictable European aesthetical mores. As America is the engine of the new world, so is Dallas the diamond tip of that machinery. There is a willingness, and boldness of thought for what can be done, rather than what has been done; and a vastness to the scope of possibility that seems a reflection of the Texan landscape it is built on. Like its state, these characteristics both set Dallas within, and off-kilter from, the rest of the United States. Dallas has a shimmering sense of frontier-ship and unabashed grandeur, of alternative logic and audacity that is its own.

These ideals are reflected in the merging of art and sport at the AT&T stadium, where enormous crowds are introduced to contemporary art commissions. It is heartening to consider those who might be inspired, for whom exposure to art may not otherwise occur. Similarly, Northpark Center mall displays modernist works from the collection of its founder, Raymond D. Nasher, so that a stroll through its avenues of shops brings the work of Andy Warhol, James Rosenquist, Jim Dine and others, within the retail experience of over 26 million annual visitors, undermining staid tropes of where art ought to be seen or interacted with.

Venues within the art scene include The Power Station, which was once what the name suggests, and now presents varied projects, often in response to its impressive industrial architecture; 500X, a large warehouse gallery run by a rolling committee of artists; that exquisite, secret garden of text based innovation, The Reading Room; The Box Company, and Beefhaus, another gritty, artist-led initiative. In the same Fair Park neighborhood is The Wilcox Space, one of the quietest, most reverential rooms ever dedicated to art, in this case that of late Texan painter, John Wilcox. Major institutions include the Nasher Sculpture Center, The Mac, and the Dallas Museum of Art, along with commercial spaces, Conduit ,Talley Dunn, Liliana Bloch, and Barry Whistler galleries. Mention ought to be made of the recently shuttered CentralTrak Artist Residence Program, managed by longtime director Heyd Fontenot. This was a great loss, and it is to be hoped that the endeavor will be resurrected. The Dallas Art Fair is another credit to the city, an enjoyable aspect being its contrariness to the adage that “everything is bigger in Texas” through its maintenance of a boutique sensibility and a limited roster. It is pleasing to see that in 2018 fair will not repeat last year’s risible effort by Gagosian.

Mathis Altmann @ Culture Hole (2017)

But there are also ventures that list toward the city’s brasher characteristics of showy excess, and glitzy consumerism. It’s a tendency that impacts artistic efficacy and perhaps accounts for the common complaint that Dallas isn’t taken as seriously as it might be, or that political or stereotypical attitudes on the west and east coasts, limit perceptions of its art world.

The Warehouse is home to works from the collections of Howard Rachofsky and Vernon Faulconer, and is a testament to the ability of private wealth and personal vision in assembling art for informative perpetuity. While the collection and its compound are staggering, unfortunately the educational aspects of this remarkable space are disappointing.

A tour of the Warehouse—precisely arranged in advance—was a demoralizing exercise in dictatorial stringency and institutional paranoia. Our guide dispensed an interminable lecture on what was not permitted while on the premises before our group was corralled and worried through the building under grotesque condescension. We were told specifically when and how we should look at, consider, or interact with the art. The implication was that the objects housed therein were so much more valuable than our experience of them, and that it must have been our immense privilege to be there, when in fact it was the Warehouse’s privilege that we had come. The experience was disastrous as a way of inspiring or learning through art. This is not to say that the Warehouse is not a great asset to Dallas, but that one’s engagement with it, ought not to be subjugated beneath the brilliance of its material horde.

Dallas Contemporary claims to offer “new and challenging ideas”. While it occasionally finds an artist capable of wrestling its preposterously large halls into begrudging collaboration, or puts out a relevant message—“Black Sheep Feminism: The Art of Sexual Politics“ (2016) seems even more topical and potent today—many recent shows have been artistically worthless. These range from “Burry“ (2016), by fashion designer Helmut Lang, who does not make art, but sinister extensions of his howling ego, to “Ma’am“ (2016) which subjected the viewer to the idiotic musings of Paola Pivi, whose facile, ridiculous, clutter isn’t fit for a Toys “R” Us clearance bin. Pedro Reyes pompous, sculptural nonsenses in “For Future Reference“ (2016) apparently were “not dissimilar in function to an oracle or Magic 8 Ball—predicting futures and answering both life’s most elusive and banal questions.” If that is so, those sculptures should be running for office instead of idling in a gallery. Even a pleasant show by Ross Bleckner (2017) doesn’t scrub the festering ick of monstrosities like Dan Colen’s “Oil Painting“ (2016).

The wall texts that accompanied the pictures of fashion photographer Bruce Weber in, “Far From Home“ (2016/17), contained stories of famous friends and fabulous parties, with a sugar content high enough to initiate diabetic seizure. Images were lush and erotic, portraying models, wealthy aristocrats, and exotic shores. Some might fantasize of such lives but they are not art, nor are they “new or challenging”. They are vapid, lifestyle pornography. What could be Dallas’s approximate equivalent to New York’s PS1 is loitering far off course. Suckling the teats of celebrities and importing the fashion world’s bloviated leftovers doesn’t seed local talent or position the city as a serious commentator. As a contemporary site, The Power Station, has a more condusive outlook, from the tenor of its website to the consistency of its programing; Although “Meaning and Difference” (2017) by Darren Bader—an artist who  makes the emperor’s new clothes seem opaque with quilted brocade —was a horrid, lazy misstep.

Despite sensitive projects such as, “Giuseppe Penone: Being the River, Repeating the Forest“ (2016) and their marvelous series of lectures, even the stellar Nasher Sculpture Center too often recycles the irrelevant husks of redundant names, and promotes superficial concepts. Of the former—along with one of his sanctimonious carcasses littering the grounds—there was the chronically pointless, “Richard Serra: Prints“ (2017) and the concurrent, Serra-inspired “Foundations“ installation, which declared in its literature; “Critical thinking is crucial to his process”. For what serious artist is this not the case? Isn’t it enough that Fort Worth has to contend with the sexual harassment of Serra’s impotent, mechanical penis menacing the skies above its museum? The Nasher might look across the street and take note of the Dallas Museum of Art which, perhaps unwittingly, has the most appropriate response to a Serra product anywhere; Its removal. Only a few marks on the ground remain to toast such perfect absence.

Matthew Ritchie, Line of Play, 2009, AT&T Stadium

The downstairs exhibition space hosted—as part of the Nasher’s Sightings seriesan exhibition by British artist, Michael Dean (2016/17) of spiritless, concrete totems. Described as “beings” the objects did not, as the Nasher ludicrously claimed, “project an extraordinary humanity”. The twisted, vaguely alphabetized chunks were redolent of a torn up parking lot and read merely as saddened, writerly dunces. The series also offered figurative store-front drop-outs developed from Mai-Thu Perret’s (2016) imagined art-feminist commune, “The Crystal Frontier”, whose members “live” in the New Mexican desert. Their static poses and lifeless presences, deny these pseudo-militaristic mannequins of empowered women any sense of bravery or strength the artist presumably admires in her real-world inspirations, groups such as YPJ, fighting, and protecting, in the Middle East. Their very imaginariness strips them of any potency.

If the Contemporary, and the Nasher could more often get out in front of history, instead of meekly regurgitating its tired follies, then how immense and meaningful their contributions could be.

In terms of criticality, Dallas requires more vigorous exchange than it has, to highlight curatorial sloth and exorcise superfluity in artists’ and institutional practices. This might lead to more agile, social incisiveness, conversant with what is happening nationally, and internationally. There is a comfortability with primary-colored simplicity, middling painterliness and sleepy conceptuality, and while such work can be decoratively appealing—exemplified in local presentations over the past two years by Zeke Williams, Natasha Bowdoin, and Gabriel Dawe—it doesn’t fulfill art’s purpose in expanding visual vocabularies. It would behoove Dallas, to get over the rainbow.

It is important for critics to discuss work that is egregious, because merely describing, or feebly praising, perpetuates the blight. An artwork’s failings may be awkward to expose, particularly in a city where you are likely to run into the maker, but excising excess is important in pressing the vanguard. Glasstire is the main publication, but it can seem trepidatious, stymied perhaps by having to balance multiple responsibilities of encouraging, reproaching, questioning and elucidating. It must be taxing for one magazine to be both the city’s midwife and mortician. One senses the struggle, and the risk of positional blunting. But there are dextrous, razor-sharp writers in Dallas, Caleb Mathern among them. Perceptiveness and humor such as his are qualities to be utilized, capable as they are of sorting the wheat from the chaff.

Such contentions are highlighted as artists showing in Dallas, gain prominence, and become barometers of what is happening here, for good or ill. Of the former, Jeff Gibbons’ eye for the nuances of human damage is lightened by his wit, imbuing everyday items with heartbreaking depth. At its best, his work’s forlornness brings a breath of despair to the brightest countenance. His Conduit Gallery exhibition, “Clown Ambulance (2016) wonderfully combined high-romanticism, mirth and a funerary sensibility; Sarah Williams’ paintings—shown in “Area Codes” (2016) at Talley Dunn Gallery—of rural homes set against dark foliage, sumptuously gloomy skies, and warmed by the nostalgic glow of decorative Christmas lights are cheerfully uncomfortable. Their potency in blending longing for simpler pasts with unease at human absence and its implications of foreboding or isolationism—sharpened under current political events—is spellbinding; Cassandra Emswiler Burd’s show at Erin Cluley Gallery “Flowers of War  (2015) was an innovative combine, using the domestic simplicity of a tile-topped table to corroborate parallels between the seemingly oppositional pursuits of garden design and war planning. And, again at Conduit, in “Kindred” (2017) English artist Sarah Ball presented watery, discomforting portraits, documenting 20th century immigrants to the United States, and Romanian life during the Soviet Occupation. Fantastically interesting artists are at work, but the balance of attention seems tilted towards the mediocre, with too many unserious write-ups in general interest publications, heaping undeserved praise.

New York is as parochial an art scene as it gets, with artists obsessed about making it in Manhattan, but have Dallas artists the opposite problem, in wanting to make it elsewhere? Dallas could look to Glasgow’s recent history. Even lacking a collector base, or many commercial galleries, that city was transformed from an industrial-era hulk of the British Empire into one of Europe’s leading dynamos of contemporary art. This was achieved through fierce criticality, innovative programming at Glasgow School of Art, forward-looking institutional players, and a loyal community of artists and curators who resisted the lure of London or Berlin in favor of building a local network of colleagues, exhibition spaces, and studios. Until art workers of all kinds in Dallas decide that they want to remedy these issues and engage robustly in finding ways to celebrate the unique traits of the region’s rightly proud characteristics within self-scrutiny and outward connection, it will not become a vital hub of artistic production. Dallas has all that it needs to achieve this, but it doesn’t need all that it has.

Darren Jones is an art critic, curator and artist, from Scotland, based in the United States.


Volume 32 no 3 Jan/Feb 2018 pp 21- 23

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  1. So there isn’t just Cornwall in the New Art Examiner art coverage!
    As you say, “Dallas has all that it needs to achieve this, but it doesn’t need all that it has.” Let’s hope that people from Dallas can take your advice.

      • Katherine Baker

        Next we’ll being hearing about the Dallas World of Sports Art Movement, only slightly sonsored by AT&T and freshly worked out at the AT&T stadium. What a merger!

      • Margaret Aimsbury

        What are people’s reactions to art on display while shopping at the Northpark Center mall or while attending a sports event at the AT&T Stadium?

      • It was quite interesting to read about so many art spaces in Dallas all in one article. The Dallas Cowboys art collection at the AT&T Stadium makes its contribution to the art scene by helping thousands of people who would not normally visiit an art museum or gallery in their lives to connect to the art world.
        Making art accessible and not just for the elite is like it once was in Sicily, where even fishermen living in one room houses felt the need to have painitings, not reproductions, on their walls.
        Do you know if anything similar is being done anywhere else?

        • You’re a bit pompous with the “even fishermen living in one room houses felt the need to have paintings”. Do you think that collecting art is a privilege only for the cultured upper classes? This is what the collection at the AT&T Stadium is all about, giving art back to the people so that they can learn to appreciate it once again, not enclosing it in cages as though in a zoo (museum). Fishermen, like builders, bankers, doctors, all have souls that can be touched by a work of art.

        • Stanley Ashton

          Pompous Rossi, do you work for AT&T?

  2. Susan Oliviera

    What an impressive article; so much seems to be going on in Dallas regarding the art world. I’ll be going there soon to visit and find Darren Jones’ coverage very helpful.

  3. It seems like everyone possible to mention in Dallas was mentioned here in the article, but what about the Holly Johnson Gallery? They are doing a lovely job with David Aylsworth’s “Wherefore & Hence”.



  4. Edward Roston

    Dallas, you have to see this.
    You may have your art and sport at the AT&T stadium and Northpark Center mall with its displays of modernist works, but Chicago will soon have it over Dallas with its Art on the Mart, the largest permanent installation in the world. It will be a 2 1/2 acre canvas on the front wall of the Merchandise Mart with “no advertising, no commercial, nothing. Just pure art.”.

    See the Chicago Tribune article for more complete information:

    • David Barrings

      They still need the approval of the Chicago City Council, but I learned it would be funded by the owner of the Merchandise Mart, Vornado Realty Trust, at a cost of $8 million.

  5. Leslie Commons

    Even more interesting is the cost of the guided tour of the artworks at the AT&T Stadium, one hour at $26. To visit the MoMA in New York is $25, $1 cheaper, but without the guide and without the time limit.

  6. Scarlett Thompson

    What a fascinating read; I look forward to your next article, hopefully in the March/April edition of New Art Examiner.

  7. With offices already in Washington DC, Chicago and Cornwall, has the New Art Examiner considered opening one in Dallas?

    • Arnold Weston

      Being very involved in the Dallas art scene and also a strong supporter of the work done by New Art Examiner, I think it would be an excellent move and help the artists and galleries of the south to be better covered not only nationally, but also internationally.

  8. Darren,
    I loved your description of your tour of the Warehouse with the ” interminable lecture on what was not permitted while on the premises.”

  9. The AT&T Stadium in Dallas isn’t the only stadium to have its art collection; there is also the U.S. Bank Stadium in Minneapolis with more than 350 paintings, sculptures and drawings and the Levi Stadium art collection in San Francisco. It’s an interesting trend that opens up huge exhibition spaces to a large audience, though I don’t know how interested the people attending sports events are in looking at the artwork.

  10. Takahiro Akiyama

    Going a step further from the AT&T Stadium art collection in Dallas where sports and art are united, I’d like you to see how high speed train travel and art are combined in Japan. It’s quite an interesting venue for art exhibitions, inside and outside the bullet train. While, at the same time, National Rail Service in France is ” covering the inside of one of its trains with impressionist art through a film that plays on the ceiling of its cars.” 3M and the Musée d’Orsay are part of this project. I think bringing art to people, be it in sports events or while traveling are important ways of helping people approach art.


    • Juliane Faris

      Hi Takahiro,
      I think you forgot to mention the combination of art and fashion as they have done at the Northpark Center Mall in Dallas, but also interestingly in Beirut where the Aishti Foundation opened in a shopping mall on the coast just outside the city. The Aishti shopping mall has amazing exhibitions of artwork from around the world in a sort of museum on four floors, not really integrated into the shopping experience. Most of the artwork comes from the collection of the founders, Tony and Elham Salamé.

      • Hong Kong and Shanghai do it better!

        We’ve got the k11 shopping malls with the ” First Museum Retail in the world”. Back in 2009 the first k11 opened in Hong Kong, then in 2013 in Shanghai. Adrian Cheng, the founder, “believes that art is for the mass and he successfully merges this with commerce and created a sustainable “art x commerce” K11 business model, creating a museum retail concept”. http://news.k11.com/2018/about.php

  11. Arnold Weston

    There’s a new exhibition of Laura Owens opening at the Dallas Museum of Art! I wonder what the New Art Examiner thinks of her work.

    • Daniel Nanavati

      The opinions of the reviewers are their own, not the magazines. We publish what is interesting and as far as possible keep our own taste out of our choices.

    • The Dallas Museum of Art has a bit of a sneaky approach to getting paid tickets for the Owen show:
      “As a way to introduce this influential American painter to a wider audience, DMA visitors will be able to see some of the exhibition for free.” What is this a teaser, like a film trailer, so that visitors will pay the ticket to see the full exhibition?
      Here’s the first review that has come out on Laura Owens at the Dallas Museum of Art:

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