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Veterans of Foreign Wars, Miami Beach, Dec. 2012

Thursday, January 10th, 2013

vfw miami beach 2012

The reason
Art Basel Miami Beach

The invitation
We would like to invite you for drinks
on Thursday, December 6, 2012 from 5:30 – 8 p.m.
at Veterans of Foreign Wars, 650 West Ave
(South Beach/Miami Beach on the second
floor of the Floridian condo) to celebrate the
2013 Carnegie International (opening October 4, 2013)
Daniel Baumann, Dan Byers, Tina Kukielski & Lynn Zelevansky

The result

“But instead I went to maybe the best party I’ve ever been to in Miami.” Sarah Humphrey, Pittsburgh City Paper

“The party filled up, and quickly. The hosts and CI curators Daniel Baumann, Dan Byers, and Tina Kukielski are—I must say—a lot of fun”. Lloyd Wise, Artforum

The youth is the capital of Iran

Monday, September 10th, 2012

Film poster of the legendary film "The Cow"

If you’re wondering why I went to Tehran, read this. So, after my initial blues, I met with a couple of young artists. I had contacted them through a friend and they had invited me to give a talk in their apartment, which they use for discussions, lectures, screenings, etc. They wouldn’t give me the address but picked me up at a designated location, so I’d better not give any names at all. It was such a great evening! A group of about 30 people gathered, I explained my ideas on art in public space, where they came from historically, and what I have learned from artists, artworks, and the public. We discussed how little was possible in Tehran since the public space is under heavy surveillance and that only private apartments offer suitable space for these kinds of experiences. When I tried to show them a film about an event on YouTube, it was blocked by the censors (see screenshot below).

The next day I visited the Film Museum of Iran. Being an admirer of Abbas Kiarostami, Asghar Farhadi, and Jafar Panahi’s banned film “This Is Not a Film” (see also Cinema of the World), I wanted to see the museum and find out if these filmmakers were still a part of it or if they had been censored. Thankfully, they were still very much present, and the museum offered good insight into the history of Iranian cinema and culture. In the evening, I had a memorable discussion with a young philosopher I’d met the night before. The next day, I visited galleries, saw a mini-retrospective of Ghassem Hajizadeh, and spent my evening at the apartment where the hosts showed recent short films by young filmmakers. All of this was very rewarding since it became clear that contemporary art and film means a great deal to them, and that the apartments are an active space for freedom, knowledge, debate, and experience. You know, these kinds of spaces have always meant the same for me, but sometimes, looking around, I wonder if I am just living an old-fashioned and romantic dream. Ha!

Tehran is the capital of Iran

Monday, September 10th, 2012

A work by Alexander Calder in front of portraits of Ruhollah Khomeini and Ali Hosseini Khamenei at the Tehran Museum of Art

“Why are you in Tehran?,” people in the capital continuously asked me. “Why are you going to Tehran?,” my friends wondered. Well, come to Pittsburgh in October 2013, visit the Carnegie International, and you will know. Until then, travel to Tehran, don’t believe what you read in the papers, or what they tell you on TV and other media. It’s absolutely stunning, it’s way too isolated, it’s not dangerous, it’s big (the metropolitan Tehran counts more than 15m inhabitants), the youth is great, as is suspicion, knowledge, curiosity, and hospitality.

Okay, there is some really bad stuff going on there, and there are not many tourists around, either. So, the first thing I did was walk to the Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art built by Iranian architect Kamran Diba and opened in 1977. According to Wikipedia, this great building hosts “the most valuable collection of Western modern art outside of Europe and the United States. It is said that there is approximately £2.5 billion worth of modern art held at the museum.” Entering into the main hall, you could see a mobile by Alexander Calder floating in front of portraits of Ruhollah Khomeini and Ali Hosseini Khamenei (see image above). They had their collection of Giacometti, Hamilton, Oldenburg, Lichtenstein, Rauschenberg, Vasarely, and Warhol on display (see images below). While visiting, you were surrounded by a gentle sound (as in many of Tehran’s art galleries) which let me drift away into melancholia. You couldn’t help but wonder what this kind of high-end Western contemporary art was doing in today’s Iran (read here why contemporary art is indeed important in Iran). Out of this bluesy mood I sent a message to Sam Keller, the director of the Fondation Beyeler in Basel, Switzerland, who initially wanted to travel to Tehran with me. He texted me back that that it was Ernst Beyeler who had sold some of these works to Farah Pahlavi, the Shah’s wife, and responded to my melancholy with “Warhol had the blues.” A few hours later, I learned that there was not too much reason for playing the blues.

Paris in 48

Thursday, July 19th, 2012

View from taxi

In the two free days between Documenta 13, Manifesta 9, and Art 43 Basel, I found myself in Paris, for the first time since I lived briefly in student housing in the Cité International Universitaire in the first months of 2000. Back then, I had one of those brilliant art gallery internships: when there was nothing to do in the office, I was told to go see the museums and galleries of Paris and report back on what was going on. Here I was—12 years later—retracing my steps. First stop: Centre Pompidou to see how they hang the collection; what vitrines, pedestals, and plinths they build; and if the library was still as magnificent as I remember it. Second stop: The Palais de Tokyo for the Paris Triennial, Intense Proximité. The exhibition design was a bit chaotic as the museum is amidst a renovation, but its open plan appealed to me and the chain-link fencing for walls wasn’t half bad, if a bit like being jailed in an art prison.  Third stop: Musée d’art moderne de la ville de Paris to see a group show of young artists from Mexico called Resisting the Present. A lot of new-to-me work and a worthwhile bookend to my recent trip to Mexico City. Fourth stop: The galleries of the Marais for shows with Ilya and Emilia Kabakov, Taryn Simon, and Carsten Höller, among others. Fifth and final stop: A taxi, gazing up through the sun roof, not sure when I’ll be back.

The Bayernhof or Little Bavaria, Pittsburgh, PA

Saturday, June 23rd, 2012

Have 3 free hours and $10 to burn in Pittsburgh on a Saturday? You could easily put down 6.67 drafts of cheap beer and while away the hours in a dark smoky dive bar. But here, I give you a far superior alternative, one that is possibly just as cave-like and trippy: the Bayernhof Museum. Perched on a hill overlooking the Allegheny River sits a beautifully elaborate and, at times, awkward mansion built to house one of the largest privately owned collections of antique mechanical musical instruments. Outside the main entrance, an ominous sign greets visitors: if you arrive early, kindly wait in your car until the tour begins. On the dot, the door creaks open and you think you’ve entered the Neuschwanstein Castle—if the Bavarian kingdom abutted the era of 1980s home entertainment technology. Each room of the Bayernhof houses a different enchanting machine for listening: nickelodeon player pianos, nickel-operated Wurlitzer organs, harps and banjos, phonographs, an enormous pipe organ orchestra made for silent films, even a dainty singing bird cage. The tour, led by the museum’s curator, takes a circuitous path from room to room of German kitsch, beer steins, and Hummel figurines, past the 18 stocked bars of the house, a shower with over 10 shower heads, an observatory, down a small hidden staircase into a subterranean lair through a cool, dark wine grotto that leads to a large pool room littered with colorful, rustic wallpaper murals and faux flower arrangements. There is even a purple felt billiards table along the way, but alas, I’ve already said too much. Advanced reservations recommended, no nickels required. In one final word: magical.