NEW YORK, NY.- Something curious happened to Matthew Barney over the past 15 years: He became underrated.
The artist spent the 1990s crafting strange, gooey collisions of athletic resistance and body horror. His early “Cremaster Cycle” (1994-2002), an ever-growing system of films, sculptures and photographs culminating at the Guggenheim Museum when he was just 35, seemed to ratify his place at the pinnacle of new American art.
But he struggled, for nearly a decade afterward, with the immense “River of Fundament” (2007-2014), a lumbering marriage of ancient Egyptian myth and American car culture. Time passed. Tastes changed. Museums indulged in a Barney-phobic vogue for sculpture that was unmonumental, provisional and both physically and intellectually flimsy.
Barney’s approach, though, like the petroleum jelly he sculpted in his early days, did not stay fixed. Quietly, he devised daring new methods of bronze casting. Privately, he invited younger artists to re-imagine his early performances with bungee cords and harnesses. Now in his 50s, Barney has been doing the best work of his career.
The sublime “Redoubt” (2019) and melancholy “Secondary” (2023) rechanneled Barney’s early interest in sport and his gaze on the American northwest into new media, such as electroplates and ceramics. Both projects revitalized his multimedia practice by introducing the new element of dance — specifically of contact improvisation, which requires performers to rebalance their movements in response to their partners. What emerged has been more delicate, more subdued, more generous and more at liberty than any of his youthful plastinations.
The “Secondary” project is the subject of a major show at the Cartier Foundation in Paris. Here in New York, at Gladstone Gallery for a few more days, an exhibition of related sculptures and videos reveals the freer Barney you may have missed.
Its most impressive elements are large sculptures in terra cotta, a new material for him. “Supine Axis,” nearly 20 feet long, comprises a fragile, partly crumbled terra cotta drain pipe, barely supported by a plastic prosthetic armature and conjoined to terra cotta casts of lightweight dumbbells. The natural clay and the synthetic polymer are reconciled in one of Barney’s many sculptural collisions. Likewise, in the impressive “Power Rack / Iron Inversion,” a ready-made strength training apparatus melds with a clay version of the same.
Throughout, the ceramic behaves a lot like the petroleum jelly that Barney once used: moldable but also vulnerable, bearing the marks of external stresses, and often on the edge of collapse. A similar fragility appears in Barney’s drawings, notably an exquisite sheet of a tumbling football player, modeled after a famous engraving — by Dutch Baroque master Hendrick Goltzius — of Phaeton, the boy in the myth who lost control of the chariot of the sun. Where Goltzius etched with sharp strokes, Barney’s pen is all softness and spume; the line of this allegedly “macho” artist has always been finer, more feminine, than people realize.
“Secondary” is rooted in a dreadful 1978 episode in the NFL, when Oakland Raiders defensive back Jack Tatum delivered a violent hit on New England Patriots wide receiver Darryl Stingley, leaving him a quadriplegic. That collision was for Barney the starting point for a long process of experimentation — with materials, with movements — in the Long Island City studio he was about to vacate. He invited in several dancers, who introduced another dimension of bodily frailty; they were all decades older than the football players they embodied.
Those improvisations continue at Gladstone, whose walls bear scrapes and slashes of metal and clay, the residue of the latest of Barney’s “Drawing Restraint” performances, which stretch back to 1989. In a video here of the performance, Barney and dancer Raphael Xavier (who plays Tatum in “Secondary”) execute dance movements indebted to football practice drills, dragging and thrusting clay casts of weight plates that crumble as they manipulate them.
On the screen, we watch Barney’s clay-covered head collide over and over with the room’s white walls; then, around the gallery, we see the unsettling impressions of impact. (Ken Stabler, the quarterback that Barney plays in “Secondary,” was diagnosed after his death in 2016 with chronic traumatic encephalopathy, the degenerative brain disease that has afflicted so many football players.)
Declining objects, declining bodies, declining societies: All these come into registration in “Secondary,” which treats the human body and the body politic as forms under stress and strain. “Supine Axis” is both the athlete’s fractured spinal column and the pipes beneath Barney’s studio. The city is a kind of body. The sculpture is something choreographic.
Even as Barney imbues unorthodox sculptural materials — Vaseline and Teflon, zinc and sulfur, electroplated copper and now terra cotta — with narrative meaning and social significance, he continues always to push each sculpture to succeed or fail on its own physical terms. That devotion to the elaboration of materials used to be the project of every great modern artist. It is far rarer now than we might like.
Barney suffered for years from a mistaken public impression, on the basis of the “Cremaster Cycle,” that he was some Wagnerian individualist, obsessed with a singular grand vision. In fact, he has always been an impressively collaborative artist, relying on others — artists Richard Serra and Elizabeth Peyton, composers Jonathan Bepler and Arto Lindsay, choreographers Eleanor Bauer and David Thomson — both to scale his art up and to let Barney step back.
Among his longest and most productive collaborations was with Barbara Gladstone, the art dealer who gave him his first New York exhibition in 1991 and later produced many of his films. She left a legacy of commitment to artistic freedom when she died suddenly in June. The absent body of this show is Gladstone’s as much as Barney’s, an influence that was always discreet but never secondary.
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Matthew Barney: Secondary: object replayThrough Friday at Gladstone Gallery, 530 West 21st Street, Manhattan; 212-206-7606, gladstonegallery.com.
This article originally appeared in
The New York Times.
