Monday, 20 December 2010

Art Bin

This is a light-hearted topic suggested to me by some articles in a free paper I picked up back in March, produced to accompany Michael Landy’s installation ‘Art Bin’. Landy’s piece was a giant box where artists, both amateur and professional, came to dump their artistic failures.

In the accompanying pamphlet came a short series of articles about famous precedents for this phenomenon – listing great artworks from history that had been ‘binned.’ There are all sorts of ways to ‘bin’ an artwork – so here are a few choice examples.

It is perhaps not a surprise to learn that the curious alchemy of the gallery, which can transform an everyday object (an unmade bed, a pile of bricks) into a valuable cultural treasure, is prone to some very mundane, not to say rather funny, slip-ups in the opposite direction. Fluxus artist Gustav Metzger exhibited a transparent bin liner filled with waste as part of a 2004 installation at Tate Britain – only to discover that, just prior to the exhibition opening, a hapless cleaner had whisked it off to it’s rightful place in a waste compactor. Anish Kapoor had a taste of this, too, when an art handler placed one of his sculptures in a skip, and later had it destroyed at a waste plant.

Intentional art vandalism forms a distinct category in art-binning. One particularly famous act of art destruction occurred in 1953, when artist Robert Rauschenberg completed his ‘Erased de Kooning’. Willem de Kooning had, of course, achieved notoriety in the abstract expressionist movement. Rauschenberg was a generation younger, an aspiring artist loosely associated with Pop Art, who felt he wanted to rebel against the older artist. He got hold of a de Kooning sketch, intentionally choosing quite a graphic piece drawn in thick dark lines. He then spent several days applying real elbow grease to the challenge of rubbing it out completely. Finally, the original a mere ghost on the page, he signed it with his own name - in the process making an undeniable statement about his own intentions towards the preceding generation.

Fortunately, examples of artists destroying the works of their contemporaries are rare. One recent act of toweringly crass art vandalism relates to the crackpot American pulp crime novelist Patricia Cornwell, who spent over two million pounds buying dozens of works by Victorian British artist Walter Sickert in an attempt to harvest DNA evidence linking him to the Jack the Ripper murders. She allegedly destroyed several Sickert works in her research process and still failed to discover any linking forensic evidence.

In the often difficult financial relationship between a commissioned artist and his/her client there are plenty of examples where the end product has been shut away in disgust, or destroyed altogether. One masterpiece lost to the nation in this fashion was a major portrait of Winston Churchill by Graham Sutherland, gifted by the Houses of Parliament to the sitter on the occasion of his eightieth birthday. The picture was seen on the day of the ceremonial presentation – but never again. Years later it was revealed that Churchill and his wife had destroyed it. “It makes me look half-witted”, he said at the time, “which I ain’t!” Another Tory MP described the work as “a study in lumbago”, whilst Lord Hailsham judged it “disgusting” and “ill-mannered”.

Public taste can be even more difficult to gauge. Rachel Whiteread’s ‘House’ – a disused terraced house filled in with concrete – was removed less than a year after its completion, at the insistence of the local council. Meanwhile Richard Serra’s ‘Tilted Arc’- a large block of free-standing steel - lasted eight years on Federal Plaza New York before being removed as an eyesore.

Artists, of course, frequently destroy their own work, usually in an attempt at quality control. Francis Bacon was particularly famous for taking a scalpel blade to any artworks that didn’t completely satisfy him – to prevent them from reaching the marketplace and thereby damaging his own reputation. In ‘The Gilded Gutter Life’, Daniel Farson describes the moment when Bacon, strolling down Bond Street, saw one of his unfinished canvases for sale in an art dealers. Bacon marched in and bought the canvas for £50,000 cash from the bemused gallery owner. He dragged it outside and shredded it with his bare hands on the street. (Farson guesses that there were around seven hundred slashed Bacon pictures from his classic early period alone).

Accidental destruction or loss is a sadder aspect of ‘art-binning’. World War II in particular saw the disappearance of dozens of famous artworks from the Renaissance and beyond. As a child flicking through art books, I found these artwork ghosts quite fascinating – only ever reproduced in grainy black and white, with their eerie captions ‘destroyed by fire’ or ‘whereabouts unknown.’ There’s now a strange roll call of these works on wikipedia.

More recently, one of only two tapestries by Joan Miro was lost in the World Trade Centre attacks of 9/11, while dozens of artworks by the YBAs were lost in the Momart warehouse fire. The Momart fire claimed Tracey Emin’s recognizable ‘tent’, “Everyone I Have Ever Slept with”, from the original Sensation exhibition. In a surreal but perhaps inevitable coda to this disaster, one fame hungry young artist attempted to make new conceptual art from the ashes of the fire. Brit-artist Stuart Semple was commissioned by spoon-bending dullard Uri Geller to package the ashes in Perspex boxes and offer them to the Tate. A legal challenge now rumbles on as to who ‘owns’ the ashes…

This question of attribution raises the ghost of a very different kind of ‘art-binning.’ Some artworks find themselves consigned to the dark basements of art collections when critics decide that they were not, in fact, painted by a famous master. Spare a thought for several hundred paintings by Rembrandt, whose authenticity have all been officially doubted by the ‘Rembrandt Research Project’. In 1995 the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York addressed this in their exhibition ‘Rembrandt/Not Rembrandt’ – which bravely hung the master’s canonical work alongside the falsely attributed paintings and invited the public to decide if they could really tell the difference. (The one above is not a Rembrandt…)


Is there ever any way back from the art bin? It does cut both ways - there are many great examples of lost artworks being rediscovered. A personal favourite of mine concerns the portrait of Frank Jopling Fletcher executed by Lowry in 1919. At the time, Lowry was considered a Sunday painter by his friends and the commission little more than a favour between pals. The sitter’s wife hated the end product, and recycled it to make a wall for her chicken coop in the back garden. Decades later the likeness was rediscovered beneath a patina of bird shit, and restored to take its place alongside the artist’s other works at the Lowry centre in Salford.

An even more far-fetched story can be told of the great lost Leonardo painting of St. Jerome. In the early 20th century a collector in Italy noticed a painting of a torso as part of a table top in a flea market. Later he found the corresponding head being used as part of a bench. Amazingly the pieces, when put back together, formed the complete lost Leonardo sketch – now safely preserved in the Vatican.

Some lost masterpieces have even managed to hide in plain sight – like a major early work by Picasso, ‘Last Moments’. The 1900 oil on canvas was the artist’s entry to the Universal Exposition in Paris, but had only been listed descriptively in archive documents – no-one had seen it. Finally x-ray technology revealed that Last Moments had been painted over by Picasso himself in 1903 when poverty compelled him to recycle his old canvases. ‘Last Moments’ is now another masterpiece, ‘La Vie.’ Two for the price of one.

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