Maurizio Cattelan: All
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November 4, 2011–January 22, 2012
Hailed simultaneously as a provocateur,
prankster, and tragic poet of our times, Maurizio Cattelan has created
some of the most unforgettable images in recent contemporary art. His
source materials range widely, from popular culture, history, and
organized religion to a meditation on the self that is at once humorous
and profound. Working in a vein that can be described as hyperrealist,
Cattelan creates unsettlingly veristic sculptures that reveal
contradictions at the core of today’s society. While bold and
irreverent, the work is also deadly serious in its scathing critique of authority and the abuse of power.
Cattelan’s youth in the
Italian city of Padua was marked by economic hardship at home,
punishment at school, and a string of unfulfilling, menial jobs. These
early experiences instilled in him an abiding mistrust of authority and a
disdain for the drudgery of labor that haunts much of his early
production. He describes his work from the late 1980s and early 1990s as
being “about the impossibility of doing something…about insecurity,
about failure.” His pronounced anxiety about not
succeeding was
manifested in a series of performative escape routes from his artistic
obligations. Bereft of ideas for his first solo exhibition in 1989,
Cattelan simply closed the gallery and hung up a sign reading Torno subito,
or “Be back soon.” His early contributions to group shows were equally
delinquent: in 1992, his participation in an exhibition at the Castello
di Rivara near Turin consisted of a rope of knotted bed sheets dangling
from an open window (Una Domenica
a Rivara [A Sunday in Rivara]),
while his response to the pressure of exhibiting at the Venice Biennale
was to lease his allotted space to an advertising agency, which
installed a billboard promoting a new perfume (Working
Is a Bad Job, 1993).
Cattelan’s disruptive and disrespectful gestures
have at times taken the form of creative theft and even overtly criminal
activity. For an exhibition at the de Appel arts center in Amsterdam,
he stole the entire contents of another artist’s show from a nearby
gallery with the idea of passing it off as his own work (Another Fucking Readymade, 1996), until the police insisted he
return the loot on threat of arrest. Cattelan’s anarchist streak extends
to works that revolve around issues of his Italian identity and the
tensions of the country’s ever-shifting political landscape. In response
to a wave of xenophobic sentiment, he formed a soccer team composed
entirely of North African immigrants
who played in both outdoor
competitions and in exhibition settings on an elongated foosball table (Stadium,
1991). Their uniforms bore the emblem Rauss, which
recalled the Nazi
phrase Juden raus, or “Jews get out.”
Cattelan has also turned to
his own distinctive features as a mainstay of his iconography,
constructing a series of sculptural vignettes that promote his image as
an Everyman, playing the part of the fool so that we don’t have to.
Notable examples include La Rivoluzione siamo noi (We
are the revolution, 2000),
which presents a diminutive Cattelan dangling by his collar from a metal
coat rack, impudently dressed in the signature felt suit of German
artist Joseph Beuys, and a 2001 installation created for the Museum
Boijmans Van Beuningen in Rotterdam that depicts the artist peering
mischievously from a hole in the floor at a gallery of Old Master
paintings (Untitled, 2001). Some of Cattelan’s surrogates have been more allusive, such
as the 2008 work Daddy Daddy, an installation first shown in the
fountain on the Guggenheim’s rotunda floor, that depicts the puppet
Pinocchio—another rebellious Italian boy with an oversized nose—floating
facedown as if the victim of a tragic tumble from the ramps above.
Although an ironic humor threads much of his work, a
profound meditation on mortality forms the core
of Cattelan’s
practice. His recurring use of taxidermy, which presents a state of
apparent life premised on actual death, is particularly apt for
exploring this thematic concern. Perhaps the most poignant of his
anthropomorphic animal scenes is Bidibidobidiboo (1996), in which a despairing
squirrel has committed suicide in his grimy kitchen. Death stalks the
artist’s psyche and creeps into all manifestations of his production.
With All
(2007), he created what he described as a “monument to death,” a
sculpture that would commemorate its unrelenting presence. Derived from
ubiquitous media imagery of fallen bodies, and carved from traditional
marble, the nine shrouded figures appear as victims of some unnamed
trauma, silently recalling the unconscionable realities of our
present-day world.
Among Cattelan’s most
startling projects is a cycle of lifelike waxworks that portray and
contest iconic authority figures. The most incendiary of these works
comprise La Nona Ora (The ninth hour, 1999), his notorious
sculpture of Pope John Paul II felled by a meteorite, and Him
(2001), a rendering of Adolf Hitler in the scale of a young boy,
kneeling preposterously in a pose of supplication. Also included is the
sculpture Frank and Jamie (2002), in which two New York City
policemen are turned upside down and propped against a wall in a posture
that has been interpreted as a visual parallel to the sense of
vulnerability that permeated the country in the wake of the terrorist
attacks of September 11, 2001. A more overtly elegiac scene is
constructed by Now (2004), an effigy of a serene and
barefoot John F. Kennedy lying in state, a martyr to a shattered
American idealism seen from the perspective of a disillusioned present.
Cattelan’s career resists summation by any
traditional exhibition format. Many of his early, action-based
meditations on failure would be impossible to reconstruct, and his
singular, iconic objects function best in isolation. Maurizio Cattelan: All is thus a full-scale admission of the
inadvisability of viewing his work in the context of a conventional
chronological retrospective. Characteristically, the artist resisted
this model, creating instead a site-specific installation that cunningly
celebrates its rebelliousness. The exhibition brings together virtually
everything the artist has produced since 1989 and presents the works en
masse, strung seemingly haphazardly from the oculus of the Guggenheim’s rotunda.
Perversely encapsulating Cattelan’s career to date in an overly literal,
three-dimensional catalogue raisonné, the installation lampoons the
idea of comprehensiveness. The exhibition is an exercise in disrespect:
the artist has hung up his work like laundry to dry. Like all of
his individual objects, the new installation resonates with multiple
interpretive valences. Cattelan has certainly used the motif of
suspension before, most notably in the poetically elongated sculpture
created from a taxidermied horse, Novecento (20th century, 1997), but here it
takes on epic proportions. Hoisted by rope as if on a gallows, the
objects explicitly reveal the undertone of death that pervades the
artist’s work. In total, the installation looks like a mass execution,
and constitutes, for its duration, an overarching, tragic artwork in its
own right.
—Nancy Spector, Deputy
Director
and Chief Curator, and
Katherine Brinson,
Associate Curator





