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ART REVIEWS : Oppenheim's Big-Deal Production


Sometimes, gigantic art is prodigious, monumental and awesome. Sometimes, it is overblown, bombastic and arrogant. And sometimes, gigantic art is just gigantic.

In his work of the late 1960s and early '70s, Dennis Oppenheim--like fellow Earth artists Robert Smithson, Walter De Maria and Michael Heizer--worked on a mammoth scale, taking art out of its rarefied milieu and into the landscape so as to wrench apart the longstanding opposition between nature and culture, art and life.

In 1969, Oppenheim redrew the boundary lines of Cornell University's art gallery in the snowy field of a nearby bird sanctuary. Repeatedly reconfigured by the flocks of pigeons alighting at random, the "gallery transplant" challenged a stunning array of modernist myths--the stability of cartographic systems, the sacrosanct nature of gallery space, the autonomy and eternity of the work of art.

Later, Oppenheim abandoned the macrocosmic scale of Earth art for the microcosmic scale of Body art--lodging a torn-off fingernail between gallery floorboards while embedding a splinter from them under his skin; tracing a geometric configuration onto his son's back while his son transferred the drawing as tactilely understood onto the wall. In shifting from the colossal to the intimate, however, the work sacrificed neither scope nor power, continuing to circle around questions of authenticity and to expose the vulnerability of cognitive systems and processes.

Oppenheim's long career has been marked by a series of such fluctuations in scale. In his current work, on view at Ace Contemporary Exhibitions, the pendulum has swung back to gigantism; but this time, the results are profoundly disturbing. If Earth art disallowed the fetishization of the art object, the object is herewith reclaimed. If Earth art was marked by a certain megalomania, that tendency translates here into a childish self-indulgence: I'll make the biggest objects imaginable--Gargantuan bird cages, tureens, teapots and wine glasses--simply because I can.

Oppenheim seems to have soaked up the slick consumerism of the '80s, hauling his work back into the gallery and smoothing out the rough edges in order to present us with commodity-based installations. His aren't just any commodities, however; they are hyper-commodities--too large to be easily bought and sold, but symbolic of buying and selling, nonetheless.

What is most alarming is that the work evinces little concern over its compromised position. Indeed, one of the installations features an enormous pair of revolving bottle racks, an obvious nod to Duchamp, whose designation of the "ready-made" and embrace of a non-retinal art were crucial for those artists--including Oppenheim--who came of age in the '60s. Yet by over-inflating Duchamp's "found" object and festooning it with countless pairs of red plastic lips, Oppenheim seems less interested in writing a love song than in giving "Dad" the kiss-off.

Perhaps if this work were by someone other than Oppenheim one could learn to love its fun-house antics; from certain angles it even begins to resemble the ciracus-like art of Jonathan Borofsky. Yet as this work was indeed produced by Oppenheim (and produced is the operative word for this highly theatrical exhibition), it ultimately fails to register as anything other than a major disappointment.

* Ace Contemporary Exhibitions, 5514 Wilshire Blvd., (213) 935-4411, through May 10. Closed Sundays and Mondays.

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"The Day the Earth Stood Still," a group show curated by Irit Krygier and Cirrus Gallery director Jean Milant, asks the question: "Is there life in outer space?"--not ingenuously, but with a healthy dose of Postmodern irony. Nineteen artists are showcased, some well-known (Barbara Bloom, John McCracken, Ed Ruscha), others less so (Ros Johanna, Brian Tucker, Ed Newell), their work ranging from photography to painting, sculpture to color Xerox, drawing to installation.

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