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I Was Wrong About Cecily Brown I Was Wrong About Cecily Brown
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Artists change, but so do critics. Welcome to my turnaround — from a fairly negative first take on the work of the New York-based painter Cecily Brown, to a largely positive one. The shift in opinion — which, off and on, took the better part of 23 years — has been pushed over the finish line by “Cecily Brown: Death and the Maid,” a revelatory if crowded survey of around 20 paintings accompanied by 25 drawings and prints, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.Artists change, but so do critics. Welcome to my turnaround — from a fairly negative first take on the work of the New York-based painter Cecily Brown, to a largely positive one. The shift in opinion — which, off and on, took the better part of 23 years — has been pushed over the finish line by “Cecily Brown: Death and the Maid,” a revelatory if crowded survey of around 20 paintings accompanied by 25 drawings and prints, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
It was organized by Ian Alteveer, curator in its modern and contemporary art department, who focuses on Brown’s reinterpretation of the vanitas motifs over the last 25 years — skulls, skeletons, mirror-gazing young beauties and the 17th-century-inspired still lifes of tables heaped with luxury foodstuffs. Traditionally these accumulations served to remind the faithful of the inevitability of death and the sinfulness of earthly goods. The message was, in other words, you can’t take it with you. And this focus in turn brings some order to Brown’s enormous and varied output, and helped me see the challenges of her work in a new light.It was organized by Ian Alteveer, curator in its modern and contemporary art department, who focuses on Brown’s reinterpretation of the vanitas motifs over the last 25 years — skulls, skeletons, mirror-gazing young beauties and the 17th-century-inspired still lifes of tables heaped with luxury foodstuffs. Traditionally these accumulations served to remind the faithful of the inevitability of death and the sinfulness of earthly goods. The message was, in other words, you can’t take it with you. And this focus in turn brings some order to Brown’s enormous and varied output, and helped me see the challenges of her work in a new light.
Brown, who was born in London in 1969, started painting in her teens and received a good grounding in the medium from her “uncle,” the British art critic David Sylvester, who she learned in her early 20s, was actually her father.Brown, who was born in London in 1969, started painting in her teens and received a good grounding in the medium from her “uncle,” the British art critic David Sylvester, who she learned in her early 20s, was actually her father.
Her most immediate precursors are British painters of bare flesh, like Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud (but also Giacometti), and it should be remembered that she thinks of herself as a realist painter.Her most immediate precursors are British painters of bare flesh, like Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud (but also Giacometti), and it should be remembered that she thinks of herself as a realist painter.
Brown relocated to New York in 1994, a year after graduating from the Slade School of Art, and by 1998 had two solo shows at Deitch Projects in SoHo on her résumé. Both concentrated on paintings of frolicsome, amorous bunnies. By 2000, when she had her first show in Gagosian’s SoHo gallery, the bunnies had given way to human bodies and body parts — often naked — that were partly obscured by thatches and fields of manic brushstrokes. These evoke the American Abstract Expressionists, whose fevered impastos she slyly scaled down and deflated, letting their hot air escape.
I was not impressed by Brown’s work at the time and gave a negative review to the Gagosian show. Back then her paint textures, often embedded with embracing figures in flagrante delicto, or thereabouts, struck me as pointlessly messy, gratuitously provocative, amateurish in their mixes of abstraction and representation — and made to sell, which they did. Her rise as a market phenom was meteoric, complete with an appearance on Charlie Rose. Her work quickly became a staple of public and private collections and scored impressive auction prices. (Her high price is $6.7 million— placing her among the most valuable living female artists, according to Sotheby’s. However you regard her work, these are feminist triumphs and cause for celebration.)