Jasper Johns, Flag, 1958 |
As I entered the Jasper Johns exhibition at the Royal
Academy, I was so excited that I could almost hear my heart beat. Johns is an
artist whose work has deeply engaged me over decades, and the prospect of a
full retrospective was more than my anticipation could handle. It’s difficult
to describe the feeling of entering a space to be greeted by Flag, 1958 or Target, 1961 there in front of me, in the flesh, after seeing them so often in reproduction. As I
wandered through the first couple of rooms including that filled with grey
numbers, I was mesmerized. Johns’ paintings are more intellectual than emotional,
often playing on words, colors, undercutting what we think we know, and the history of
painting. But in the first rooms, I was carried away by the thick and luscious,
if truncated, brushstrokes as they danced over newspaper, and I experienced the
joy of being together with Johns' fastidious crafting of the painted surface,
and his complicated use of stencils.
Once I came down to earth, and was able to take it all in, I
ultimately found the exhibition to be disappointing. This wasn’t the failing of
Johns’ great art, but the curation didn’t capture the complexity of the
artist’s thinking and the sophistication of his work. The paintings,
sculptures, prints and drawings work on so many levels, as playful games that
can have a viewer roaring with laughter, as treatises on the history of art, as
modernist explorations of the very definition of painting, as philosophical
reflections on life and identity, as searing critiques of American politics, and
the list goes on. But at the Royal Academy, these works by arguably one of the
greatest living painters, are reduced to a series of somewhat simplified
themes: paintings as objects, changing dimensions, words and voices, time and
transience, and so on.
I hear critics and art lovers alike dismissing Johns after
1980. I agree that the late work is not consistently outstanding, but I am not
one of those people who write off late-Johns. I happen to think that the Catenary works of the 2000s are among
the most sophisticated paintings in his oeuvre, and some of the most complex paintings
produced this century. In them the catenary string, as the most perfect
modernist form, is consistently cut short, embedded in encaustic paint, hung
from side panels with the excess at its side; it is manipulated in all manner
of ways to comment on and critique painting from the Renaissance through
Modernity as the measure of what painting can and can’t do. No one else alive
is doing this with the same level of intensity in painting. I also believe the later
cross hatch works, their fascination with form and their connections to the
fragmented body, music, dance, and the great masterpieces of high modernist art
are at the centre of his oeuvre. That is, their concerns recur and are
developed in the later lithographs and screen prints especially. However, the
paucity of these media and the insistence on a limited set of themes in the
exhibition mean those connections are not shown.
There’s also the title: Something
Resembling Truth. Of course, given the title of my forthcoming book — The Truth is Always Grey — I
wholeheartedly approve of the title. However, nothing in the exhibition leads
the viewer towards an understanding of what the title means. Or indeed, how the
museum is using the title to explore Johns’ work. I also really enjoyed the
non-chronological juxtaposition of works from different periods in his career.
But as far as I could see, aside from the thematic groupings, there was little
that came of the juxtapositions. I think back to the Richter exhibition at Tate
Modern when unlikely juxtapositions gave us a sense of how the artist’s fascination
for color and form, for example, are explored in still life and abstraction at
the very same moment. In the Richter exhibition, the curation allowed us to see
Richter’s mind in motion on and between canvases. But juxtaposition in this Johns
exhibition merely showed him as dexterous in the use of materials and the variety
of his concerns. When grey paintings and the brightly colored canvases are
placed next to each other, we learn nothing about his use of colour. Or when
the cross-hatches from the 1980s are placed in the same room as Painting Bitten By a Man from 1961, we
learn nothing of Johns’ preoccupation with surfaces, bodies, repetition and
uniqueness. It’s in these ways that the depth of his thinking was placed
secondary to images that happened to look nice together.
Jasper Johns, Painting Bitten by a Man, 1961 |