3.17.25 — A Show of Perfection
I do not go to the Great Hall of the Met at year’s end to look for art. As a New Yorker in holiday season, I would be too busy dodging human traffic and counting the seconds in line. It moves fast, but that hardly describes a decent work of art.
Stillness, though, comes easily to Tong Yang-Tze with the ancient practice of calligraphy on a suitably grand scale. She covers the walls to either side of the entrance, through April 8. For once, even a hardened critic or shopper has to look up. Can even she keep a tradition alive in the crowd, no more than Lee Bul on the museum façade? 
Further within, the Met has a tradition in all its creation and perseverance, Tibetan mandalas, and I work this together with an earlier report on those as a longer and fuller review and my latest upload.
It is not easy to find a moment of peace in a museum atrium—or even a work of art. At the Morgan Library, since its 2007 expansion, you are probably too busy eating to care about either one. Since MoMA’s 2019 expansion, the block-long lobby is little than a waste of space, unless you buy into a tall projection as AI art. The Met’s first Great Hall commission, by Kent Monkman, went for murals of Native American history, as busy the coat check and a lot more pretentious. Jacolby Satterwhite preferred video, but visitors may have mistaken it for an ad, if they spotted it at all. Tong Yang-Tze does better by engaging, her title announces, in Dialogue.
The Chinese artist really is in dialogue—between art and poetry, images and words, East and West, herself and history, the work’s surface and New York’s most imposing space. A translation speaks of the “other,” but otherness for her is a necessary condition of humanity or art. As a child, she fled the mainland for Taiwan, at the cost of a divided family. She has designed her adopted homeland’s passport seal. Her text at the Met might challenge anyone to put it to use. One must divide it into columns before reading from top to bottom and right to left.
That allows ink to spread across the paper, like “all-over painting.” (Your favorite Abstract Expressionist here.) At left, trailing dabs have a presence of their own at top, all but detached from their place in letters and words. They play against curves that flaunt their creation in a single stroke—or the impression of one. The work at right is simpler still, although still close to drip painting. It suits the terse allusiveness of Chinese poetry and art.
A rehanging of the Met’s Chinese art pairs painting and calligraphy, while Japanese art from a private collection claims these and poetry as the “three perfections.” Sure enough, the Great Hall makes a show of perfection. As one text has it, “Stones from other mountains can refine our jade.” As an online translation of the other runs (with no mention of the “other”), “Go where it is right, stop when one must.” And so she does, leaving plenty of white space. 
The look of improvisation plays off against aphorisms some three thousand years old.
The Met will never permit a free lobby gallery like the ones at MoMA and the Whitney. It does, though, continue with its façade commissions. Lee Bul uses its sculptural niches for Long Tall Halo, through May 27. It adopts the metallic shine of a commission by Carol Bove in 2021 and the statuary of Wangechi Mutu the year before. It may not have the sanctity of a halo or the pop appeal of “Long Tail Sally,” the song, but Korean artist tries for both.
She is at heart a show-off masquerading as a crowd pleaser. She speaks of hoping to disgust the viewer, but you know better. She had her hall of mirrors, with a suspicious resemblance to infinity rooms for Yayoi Kusama, and the Fifth Avenue expanse of Museum Mile will do just fine for infinity. Bul uses the pedestal within a niche for a vertical component, like a poor excuse for a mythic hero. Her construction of small spirals then spills forward and out, twice ending in a point. Her subjects cannot get it up or keep it in.
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