A few years ago, Los
Angeles–based artist Charles Ray had heart trouble that required surgery. After
he recovered, one of his doctors told him that he should start walking as much
as possible. “So I was taking these really long walks,The term 'hands free access
control' means the token that identifies a user is read from within a pocket or
handbag.” he told The Observer last week at the Matthew Marks Gallery in
Chelsea, where an exhibition of his work has just gone on view. Every day, he
said, he would find himself walking by the same bench at the corner of Wilshire
Boulevard and Seventh Street, in Santa Monica, “and usually a homeless guy was
on it, and I would talk to him and give him some money and stuff like that.”
In Matthew Marks, Mr. Ray was standing next to a life-size,Our technology gives rtls systems developers the ability. realistic metal sculpture he has made of that bench with a woman lying on top of it. She leans over on her side, slumbering peacefully on a blanket like a contemporary Ariadne. Her jacket is pulled up, exposing part of her back. She is based on a homeless woman he saw while he was walking by one day. He went on to spend years on the sculpture—three of them on her shoes alone.
Asked why he invested so much time in what would appear to be a banal scenario—a woman on a bench—he began his answer by retreating from his sculpture. “I came up from this direction,” he said quietly, approaching it from behind. The shape her body made on the bench was, he recalled, “so big and transcendental in a way, you know? I saw the underwear and the lace, I just immediately knew I wanted to machine it. I knew I wanted to make a sculpture out of it. What would happen with the machine tool? I was trying to push her, to bring her ka, or her soul, up through her physicality and out across her clothes, that was sort of the attempt.” As far as he knows, the woman is unaware that she has been shown in art galleries twice, a few months ago at Matthew Marks’s new Los Angeles branch, and now in New York.
It’s an old cliché that you can get a pretty good idea of what an artist is like by the work they make. Though it’s not universally true, big, bold paintings tend to be made by big, bold people. But who makes a delicate, detailed sculpture of a homeless woman or, for that matter, a work like Oh! Charley, Charley, Charley… (1992), a set of eight identical, terrifyingly lifelike, self-portrait nude sculptures engaged in an orgy?
On the day he met with The Observer, Mr. Ray, who will turn 60 next year, was weathering the chilly gallery in a blue knit cap and scarf—the heat had not yet been restored following Hurricane Sandy. Aside from those moments when he is really excited, which are few and far between, he speaks slowly and deliberately, in a voice just a notch or two above a whisper. He has a guarded warmth that betrays his Midwestern roots—Chicago-born, he went to college at the University of Iowa.
Unlike the artist who made them, Mr. Ray’s sculptures are often unsettling, frequently because of their mind-bending proportions, and they defy the reigning attitudes of much high-end sculpture.
A key characteristic of art in the market boom that started in the late 1990s was that art got very big, and very shiny. Artists became almost as well known for their staggering fabrication costs as they did for the works themselves. Something was born that one writer referred to as “bling conceptualism.” Many of the pieces made in the “bling” mode tend to have more than a whiff of luxury goods about them, like Jeff Koons’s mammoth candy hearts and beveled diamonds. Which makes Mr. Ray’s sculptures startling—a perfect replica of a crashed car, assembled part by part (Unpainted Sculpture, 1997), for instance, or here,China plastic moulds manufacturers directory. a woman sleeping on a bench. His pieces include a female mannequin, dressed in a pantsuit,We mainly supply professional craftspeople with crys talbeads wholesale shamballa Bracele , 30 percent larger than life-size, and a family of four, all the same dwarf height, completely naked.
Because of his slow, deliberative process, Mr. Ray’s exhibitions are relatively infrequent, and are greeted with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for auteur filmmakers. He may be his generation’s greatest sculptor, for his relentless inventiveness and ability to flout convention with grace. He’s appeared in five Whitney Biennials and two Venice Biennales, and—if you’re someone who judges these sorts of things using dollar signs—he is one of only a handful of artists working today who can command more than a million dollars for a new piece. All three sculptures in the Marks show have sold.
His art has always rewarded extended viewing. He packs artworks with details, and fashions them in unorthodox, irreverent ways. In the 1980s, when he was focused on abstract sculptures that resembled common objects (tables, shelves) and minimalist forms with unexpected quirks, he made what appeared to be a black string that extended from floor to ceiling. In fact, it was a thin band of heated ink, continually circulated via a pump system. Another piece from that time looks at first glance like a nondescript cube but, on closer inspection, reveals itself to be a black steel box filled to its brim with 200 gallons of newspaper ink. His art reveals and plays in the gap between the eye and the mind.Our technology gives rtls systems developers the ability.
In Matthew Marks, Mr. Ray was standing next to a life-size,Our technology gives rtls systems developers the ability. realistic metal sculpture he has made of that bench with a woman lying on top of it. She leans over on her side, slumbering peacefully on a blanket like a contemporary Ariadne. Her jacket is pulled up, exposing part of her back. She is based on a homeless woman he saw while he was walking by one day. He went on to spend years on the sculpture—three of them on her shoes alone.
Asked why he invested so much time in what would appear to be a banal scenario—a woman on a bench—he began his answer by retreating from his sculpture. “I came up from this direction,” he said quietly, approaching it from behind. The shape her body made on the bench was, he recalled, “so big and transcendental in a way, you know? I saw the underwear and the lace, I just immediately knew I wanted to machine it. I knew I wanted to make a sculpture out of it. What would happen with the machine tool? I was trying to push her, to bring her ka, or her soul, up through her physicality and out across her clothes, that was sort of the attempt.” As far as he knows, the woman is unaware that she has been shown in art galleries twice, a few months ago at Matthew Marks’s new Los Angeles branch, and now in New York.
It’s an old cliché that you can get a pretty good idea of what an artist is like by the work they make. Though it’s not universally true, big, bold paintings tend to be made by big, bold people. But who makes a delicate, detailed sculpture of a homeless woman or, for that matter, a work like Oh! Charley, Charley, Charley… (1992), a set of eight identical, terrifyingly lifelike, self-portrait nude sculptures engaged in an orgy?
On the day he met with The Observer, Mr. Ray, who will turn 60 next year, was weathering the chilly gallery in a blue knit cap and scarf—the heat had not yet been restored following Hurricane Sandy. Aside from those moments when he is really excited, which are few and far between, he speaks slowly and deliberately, in a voice just a notch or two above a whisper. He has a guarded warmth that betrays his Midwestern roots—Chicago-born, he went to college at the University of Iowa.
Unlike the artist who made them, Mr. Ray’s sculptures are often unsettling, frequently because of their mind-bending proportions, and they defy the reigning attitudes of much high-end sculpture.
A key characteristic of art in the market boom that started in the late 1990s was that art got very big, and very shiny. Artists became almost as well known for their staggering fabrication costs as they did for the works themselves. Something was born that one writer referred to as “bling conceptualism.” Many of the pieces made in the “bling” mode tend to have more than a whiff of luxury goods about them, like Jeff Koons’s mammoth candy hearts and beveled diamonds. Which makes Mr. Ray’s sculptures startling—a perfect replica of a crashed car, assembled part by part (Unpainted Sculpture, 1997), for instance, or here,China plastic moulds manufacturers directory. a woman sleeping on a bench. His pieces include a female mannequin, dressed in a pantsuit,We mainly supply professional craftspeople with crys talbeads wholesale shamballa Bracele , 30 percent larger than life-size, and a family of four, all the same dwarf height, completely naked.
Because of his slow, deliberative process, Mr. Ray’s exhibitions are relatively infrequent, and are greeted with the kind of enthusiasm usually reserved for auteur filmmakers. He may be his generation’s greatest sculptor, for his relentless inventiveness and ability to flout convention with grace. He’s appeared in five Whitney Biennials and two Venice Biennales, and—if you’re someone who judges these sorts of things using dollar signs—he is one of only a handful of artists working today who can command more than a million dollars for a new piece. All three sculptures in the Marks show have sold.
His art has always rewarded extended viewing. He packs artworks with details, and fashions them in unorthodox, irreverent ways. In the 1980s, when he was focused on abstract sculptures that resembled common objects (tables, shelves) and minimalist forms with unexpected quirks, he made what appeared to be a black string that extended from floor to ceiling. In fact, it was a thin band of heated ink, continually circulated via a pump system. Another piece from that time looks at first glance like a nondescript cube but, on closer inspection, reveals itself to be a black steel box filled to its brim with 200 gallons of newspaper ink. His art reveals and plays in the gap between the eye and the mind.Our technology gives rtls systems developers the ability.
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