CARY LEIBOWITZ: l Need To Grow Up And Be Taken Seriously Said The Clown At The Urinal

 
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Cary Leibowitz's solo exhibition "I need to grow up and be taken seriously said the clown at the urinal" is on view at INVISIBLE-EXPORTS through May 13th.

For decades, Leibowitz has been the New York art world's master painter of abjection and neurosis, self-loathing, self-doubt, and self-interrogation—“like a human dynamo of insecurity,” Rhonda Lieberman wrote in Artforum in 1992.

In those years, he was still known as Candyass, a prankster-critic of neo-expressionist grandiosity—and one whose selfmocking good humor belied a universe of anxiety below the surface, particularly as the AIDS crisis devastated New York.

He hosted a talk show (Talk Show), appointed himself the director of Fake Chanel (a menorah was a collection centerpiece), became a sort of poster-boy for the Pathetic Aesthetic, and turned sleek, self-important galleries into Candyass Carnivals full of pennants blaring irony, Americana paintings that managed to have it (i.e. the whole American vernacular tradition) both ways, valentines to underappreciated movie stars, and multiples that mocked artas-commerce even as they were offered, themselves, for sale.

 

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His uproarious text paintings of self-lacerating oneliners, typically composed against pastel-colored wood "canvases," were a self-conscious counterpoint to neoexpressionist grandiosity and the new pop spectacle of the art world of the time (mixing elements of therapy, interrogation, social and institutional critique, and stand-up comedy routine). But his work was also and always deeply personal and idiosyncratic, driven by anxieties, neuroses, and premonitions of difference—and by the nagging of crippling conscience that lies always beneath, or behind, or just around the corner, with a mocking and knowing wink.

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For I Need To Grow Up, Leibowitz will be throwing a new element of awkward Americana paintings into the mix, including Copley-esque works and butcher signs. "By makingfailure, particularly personal failure, his medium and showing particular preference for the lowbrow, the pathetic, the inexpensive, the throw-away," went the essay accompanying “Cary Leibowitz: Museum Show” (the traveling retrospective that began at the Contemporary Jewish Museum in San Francisco in 2017, moved to Philadelphia’s ICA museum this winter, and will open at CAMH in Houston later this spring), "Leibowitz throws postmodernism’s slick critique of modernism into harsh relief."

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