Anish Kapoor: Sculptor as Magician
N.Y. Times. The Indian-born, London-based sculptor Anish Kapoor has always been a kind of magician: his pieces dispense multiple visual thrills and mysteries. But the same effects can make his work appear tricky, decorative and shallow. It hasn’t helped that they seem to have been concocted by playing fast and slick with the innovations of his Minimalist and Post-Minimalist predecessors.
An installation view of “Past, Present, Future” at the Institute of Contemporary Art.
These objections fade without entirely disappearing in the face of Mr. Kapoor’s small, well-chosen survey at the Institute of Contemporary Art. “Anish Kapoor: Past, Present, Future” includes works that range from acrylic and resin volumes reminiscent of Donald Judd’s work to an immense half-dome of deep red wax and paint kept in shape by a built-in slow-moving scraper. Titled “Past, Present, Future,” this piece suggests a planet shouldering its way through the museum’s walls.
Seeing Mr. Kapoor’s work as it has unfolded over time diminishes the new-model appearance his gallery shows can have. Underscoring that point is a pair of dazzling if thin shows of his new work at the Gladstone Gallery’s two spaces in Manhattan.
“Here for Alba” (2008)
Taken together, however, these three shows indicate that Mr. Kapoor shouldn’t be considered merely derivative. He combines too many disparate strands of art, thought and culture, and he does it seamlessly. He is a brilliant and unpredictable if sometimes ingratiating synthesizer who has simultaneously refined, repurposed and betrayed some of the dearest beliefs and most despised bêtes noires of late-20th-century sculpture.
“Inwendig Volle Figur” (2006)
It has probably aided this project that Mr. Kapoor, who is 54, did not begin life in a Western culture. He was grew up in Mumbai, and moved to London to study art and then took up residence. He is a decade or so older than most of the Young British Artists, who took the art world by storm in the early 1990s, and his sensibility is markedly different: he greatly prefers gentle seduction to shock tactics.
“Vertigo” (2008)
Mr. Kapoor has paid homage to Minimalism’s faith in weightless volumes, abstraction, specific materials, saturated color and simplicity of form. And despite the high degree of abstraction in his art, living form is always implied.
In “Marsupial” a large slab of dappled lavender resin angles out from the wall, not unlike an eccentric collaboration between Richard Serra and John McCracken; but it also has anthropomorphic aspects. One side presents a slanted pouch but also a wormhole of space; the other bulges toward the wall, like the head or ear of someone straining to eavesdrop on a conversation in the next room.
Above all Mr. Kapoor surpasses many of his forebears in the restrained accessibility of his art and the ways its formal conundrums and surface pleasures open subtly to deeper forms of thought.
One of the larger pieces at the institute is “S-Curve,” a double curve in polished steel that resembles a middle-size wall. As you pass its concave sections, the very floor seems to rise up and harrow your malformed reflection. Yet one convex side at least serenely reflects your familiar self and about half the works in the show on an expanded plane, granting the slightly crowded installation a startling spaciousness.
Especially good, when seen in reflection or directly, is an untitled piece from 1998 in fiberglass painted matte white. It is essentially a cavity without a wall. From one side it presents a luminous egg shape the size of a small Airstream trailer; its proportions and profile change as you move around it. Suddenly you realize that the other side is relatively flat and that a large perfect rectangle has been cut in its thin shell, revealing an ambiguous interior of shadowed whites. It’s an egg with architecture where a space-age Punch and Judy might pop into view any second.
Mr. Kapoor’s passion for red, the most passionate of colors, is certainly evident in Boston, but it dominates his show at the Gladstone Gallery’s flagship space on West 24th Street. An enormous pocked horizontal chunk of red resin measuring more than 4 feet in diameter and 33 feet in length resembles a much-abused lipstick until the title — “Blood Stick” — turns it rather melodramatically into a giant’s club.
But you can get lost in the metallic red interior of the cooling-tower enclosure that is “Here for Alba,” and a large tear-shaped wall piece titled “Drip,” also in metallic red, implies both blood and another abstract pregnancy.
“Drip” (2008)
You can take issue with the individual works in both of the gallery shows, but their ambition is considerable and fully corroborated by the display in Boston.
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