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Before Their Art Was Famous

A show in Little Tokyo offers time-capsule views of artists who grew to prominence.

April 04, 2001|DAVID PAGEL | SPECIAL TO THE TIMES

If you've ever rented a video of "Thelma & Louise" just to see what Brad Pitt was like before he became a star, you'll understand the reasoning behind "Public Offerings," a hit-and-miss exhibition that opened Sunday at the Museum of Contemporary Art's Geffen Contemporary in Little Tokyo.

Organized by chief curator Paul Schimmel, this surprisingly endearing show features the early works of 25 artists who emerged in the 1990s, catapulting from the anonymity of graduate school to the spotlight of the international exhibition circuit.

Its biggest pleasures are retrospective: time-capsule views back to moments when the buzz surrounding a young artist's work was just beginning to build, and the air bristled with a sense of possibility so electrifying it made viewers who were savvy enough to be in the right place at the right time giddy with excitement.

Although these fleeting and seemingly magical moments have passed, the exhibition strives to re-create them as faithfully as possible, displaying the so-called breakthrough works in separate galleries or spaces--as they would have been seen in the original solo shows. In nearly every case, Schimmel has done an admirable job reassembling the diverse installations, sculptures, films, paintings, photographs and drawings on which the artists' still-fledgling reputations have been built, some on shaky foundations and others on solid ground.

Strange as it may sound, some of the best works now look corny--not quite quaint, but a lot more charming than mind-blowing. For example, when Matthew Barney had his first solo show in 1991 in West Hollywood (at what was then Stuart Regen Gallery and is now Regen Projects), it seemed as if he had transformed the white-walled space into a Space Age gym for the Marquis de Sade's futuristic offspring.

Combining a bright yellow wrestling mat, a surgical retractor, a clay pigeon, a saltwater pearl, a walk-in cooler, a speculum, a vial of steroids and a weightlifting bench made of petroleum jelly, among other objects, the New York artist's glistening props provided an antiseptic setting for his queasy videos, which showed a bodybuilder dressed as Oakland Raider Jim Otto, along with the artist impersonating Harry Houdini, a female supermodel and a nude mountain climber. The installation embodied the absurdity of modern life.

Reunited today, the main elements of Barney's scintillating debut no longer look as if they're ahead of their time. Rather than indicating his work's short shelf life, however, this change marks its influence, measuring how dramatically Barney has altered the look of contemporary art and, more important, the way we look at the world.

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In contrast, Damien Hirst's plexiglass-encased paintings, to which dead butterflies have been stuck, are as callow today as they were 10 years ago. The best that can be said about the inordinate attention that has been lavished on the British artist's subsequent works is that it has not ruined a once-compelling vision. Hirst's recent works are distinguished from earlier ones only in how slickly they have dressed up the same tired ideas about meaninglessness.

At the opposite end of the spectrum are Jorge Pardo's humbly optimistic sculptures. Masquerading as sports equipment and workshop tools, these sturdily built and handsomely finished woodworks may not look like much on their own. Until you learn what followed hot on their heels.

Upon completing his handcrafted/mass-produced hybrids in 1989 and 1990, the L.A. artist went on to design and build a pier in Kassel, Germany, a house in Mount Washington, an office in Philadelphia and an exhibition space in New York, functional sculptures that force one to wonder where art ends and life begins. Knowing this, you begin to see his early works differently: as modest prototypes that contain the core ideas Pardo would explore more fully in subsequent works. Like acorns that have the potential to grow into mighty oaks, his unpretentious early sculptures shy away from the fanfare and theatrics that accompany bombastic adjectives like "breakthrough."

It's also refreshing to see Jason Rhoades' 1994 "Swedish Erotica and Fiero Parts," a low-budget, color-coordinated installation that's held together by carefully pasted pages torn from hundreds of yellow legal pads. The same is true of Steve McQueen's black-and-white silent film "Bear" (1993), in which a confrontation between two nude black men begins tensely and ends tenderly. Both works give form to a tentativeness and earnestness that are all the more heartening for their vulnerability.

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