Tuesday, December 10, 2013
By DANIEL KANY
“Hello Nature” is an elaborate production dedicated to reinventing William Wegman. It is an artistic midlife crisis writ large.
“Water Damage,” a collage painting, from William Wegman’s “Hello Nature” at the Bowdoin College Museum of Art.
Courtesy of William Wegman Studio and Bowdoin College Museum of Art
The large-scale Polaroid “Crossing” from William Wegman’s “Hello Nature” at the Bowdoin College Museum of Art.
WHERE: Bowdoin College Museum of Art, 9400 College Station, Brunswick
WHEN: Through Oct. 21
HOURS: 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Tuesday to Saturday (until 8:30 p.m. Thursday); noon to 5 p.m. Sunday
HOW MUCH: Free
INFO: 725-3275; bowdoin.edu/art-museum
First appearing as a 1970s deadpan-punning conceptual artist, Wegman is best known for photographs of Weimaraner dogs.
“Hello Nature” is an ode to the artist’s connections to Maine through photos, paintings and drawings. It is a joyous monument to camp – both in terms of the lake house and intentional kitsch. The entire exhibition pulses with the naively exuberant energy and aesthetics of a 1950s advertisement for summering in the Rangeley Lakes region.
Rather than a museum-curated show, “Hello Nature” is absolutely Wegman’s production. This “exhibition” is actually a giant (and phenomenal) work of conceptual art. Wegman wants it to serve as the critical foundation for his artistic legacy.
The exhibition is a jagged pill. If you find Wegman’s doggie photography charming, his ironic and even snide commentary could bother you. Those who look down their noses at Wegman’s popular images might not enjoy finding out that the joke – in the form of considerable intellectual heft – was always on them.
Still, there are plenty of amusing pooch pictures. And Wegman’s hilarious film “The Hardly Boys in Hardly Gold,” which features the dogs, runs continually.
The half-hour film echoes Wegman’s earlier conceptual art behind his deadpan narration and the dogs playing Hardy Boys-like characters (they ride on people, so we see their heads on human bodies). “Hardly boys,” deadpans the narrator, “they were girls and dogs.” I couldn’t stop laughing.
Cross-dressing dogs cut to the quick of Wegman’s art: Theatrical concealment, from a dog with her head jutting out of a kitschy moose blanket (“Moose Crossing”) to photos of dogs impressively hidden in plain sight. Wegman is obsessed with telling us that things are not as they appear. Tellingly, the first words he said at the show were “I am not into ‘semenology’ ” – a well-rehearsed dirty joke about the critical theory study of signs/art known as “semiology.”
Having achieved artistic fame and fortune, Wegman is using “Hello Nature” as his first major attempt to curate his historical legacy. It bristles to show off his spiny wit and prolific intellect. His anxiety about changing nestled opinions is the source of this show’s anxious sizzle.
The exhibition’s fundamental thrust is to announce Wegman’s deep engagement with painting – the wellspring of pretty much every 20th-century art movement.
But can Bill paint?
Put it this way: Like most of Wegman’s straightforward paintings, the large canvas “Activities” (1992) has a rather agonizing see-I-CAN-paint feel. And “Tents” (1996) shows a campsite painted with a childlike hand in a postwar cubist style. “Tents” was unstretched and then remounted on a canvas panel so it would look like a museum artifact of an imagined early painting career.
Most of Wegman’s paintings tap into nostalgia via dated Maine postcards. Some are strong. Some feel like student projects, which – ironically – also works.
Wegman’s “Water damage” (2012) is a brilliant collage painting employing a kitschy log-framed postcard as a camp’s picture window. The open door to its right repeats the image – persuasively painted by Wegman – and spills the lake into the pencil perspective room.
Wegman’s three-panel, giant-scale color Polaroid “Crossing” (1991) is a dazzlingly brilliant artwork about painting. It features a dog-filled boat inside a large room with a panoramic view of the Maine woods that feels like a landscape painting. The high-focus photographs fool us into believing this is a single panorama of 10 or so dogs in a long, elegant boat. But closer inspection reveals repetitions in the landscape above and disjunctions in the prints below.
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