ArtSeen
Sarah Beddington and Fritz Welch
Sarah Beddington and Fritz Welch
Momenta Art

"Everyday life" is a weird term. We know exactly what we mean by it because we live it—it’s so simple—every day. But defining it in a meaningful way is surprisingly tricky. For French sociologist Henri Lefebvre, everyday life is, on the one hand, what is left over after you take out other subjects of study like ideology, politics, economics, and art, and, on the other hand, it is the category of experience where those forces have real effects: the field in which political, social, and cultural ideas are concretized. It is difficult to talk about everyday life, he said, and still be in it. It’s also difficult to make art about everyday life without being boring. Two artists at Momenta Art succeed with different tactics.
The four short, looped videos by British artist Sarah Beddington are not, according to the show’s press release, staged. On first viewing, one might make the opposite assumption: not only are the videos not staged, but possibly the artist has just left the camera running by itself. Instead of recording situations with immediate dramatic qualities, Beddington selects apparently trivial non-events: two motorized toy dogs walking on the carpeted floor of a toy store, the elevators in a hotel lobby in Las Vegas, shoppers in a store at night seen through a pane of glass. Because of the apparent lack of structure in the videos, the pleasure of watching them is in direct proportion to the effort on the part of the viewer to get them. This is very much like everyday life, which is usually more like a video camera left running than a tightly plotted feature film.
Beddington’s visual and narrative minimalism is a challenge for viewers to look very, very slowly. Once we adjust to the pace, the videos open up in a rewarding way. In "Invisible Woman," the action in the background of the scene is interrupted by cars passing in the street, separating the camera from the tableau of the store interior. With each flash of a car’s headlights, an entire scene behind the camera is revealed for a fraction of a second: the inside of a diner with a woman eating at a table, someone preparing food, someone ordering at a counter and then exiting. As more and more elements register, the duration of the loop and the sequence of events get harder and harder to determine, and the experience of watching the video becomes hypnotic, full of unexpected patterns and minute variations. Although there are plenty of references floating around in the works—the use of reflections and an iconography of Americana has a lot to do with photorealist painting of the sixties and seventies—the videos never really land on any one subject, except our tendency to project meaning onto any moving picture.
The centerpiece of artist/musician Fritz Welch’s half of the show is an over human-scale tower of white Styrofoam, which comes close to embodying the quality of shapelessness; it’s vaguely like a person, or a tree, or a building, or nothing. Sitting on one of its appendages is a roughly sculpted hollowed-out tree stump, represented with a stream of green, iridescent liquid generously pouring out onto the floor of the gallery. On the walls of the space are two defaced fashion posters with embracing couples obscured by the application of slick black ink, as well as a collaged drawing with half-decipherable text and the head of a woman with blond hair and whited-out eyes. This is all very gnomic until one looks up: a hand-lettered quotation from the Situationist writer Raoul Vaneigem’s 1967 work The Revolution of Everyday Life rings the wall above the other works, literally and conceptually framing the installation. The text, calling for a nameless revolution forged "in opposition to the specialists of revolution," suggests that we read Welch’s work as propaganda, but a peculiarly cryptic type that refuses to entirely explain its position. Welch seems to be tackling the problem of how to achieve an end of real social-political change through art while maintaining a sense of freedom and openness in the means; it will be interesting to watch as his campaign advances.
RECOMMENDED ARTICLES

How to Live a Best Life, With Melisa Tien
By Matthew Paul OlmosMAR 2020 | Theater
The term living your best life is an identity concept which seems rampant on social mediathis idea that whatever we might be doing with ourselves, living ones best life is completely in our own hands; it is a readily available utopia should we choose to live it. For Tien, this play came from the process of seeing this concept of a best life against the backdrop of the real racial and economic divides which were being heavily reported in the media while she was writing.

The Game of Life - Emergence in Generative Art
By Charlotte KentSEPT 2020 | ArtSeen
Moving past familiar questions about art, machines, autonomy, and authorship that have been around since the invention of photography, the generative artworks on view through Kate Vasss website offers a chance to think about our respective starting points, the steps we take, and how rules apply in this game of life.
Vincent Van Gogh: A Life in Letters
By Joshua SperlingDEC 20-JAN 21 | Books
Though lacking the inexpensive allure of the old paperback editionsnot to mention the comprehensiveness of the six-volume collectors set released in 2009A Life in Letters succeeds by placing a modest sampling of Van Goghs correspondence into dialogue with both the life and the paintings. Each phase of the artists wandering is bracketed with a brief biographical précis, refreshingly unadorned and free of the usual apocrypha.
All What I Want is Life
By Ruba Al-SweelJUL-AUG 2020 | ArtSeen
Seldom is civil unrest in the Arab world discussed beyond hushed dinner conversations or in the context of economic decay on corporate roundtables. In Dubais center for photography, Gulf Photo Plus (GPP), however, its the topic du jour. A pictorial and filmic essay drawn from Lebanon, Iraq, Algeria, and Sudan, All What I Want is Life takes its title from a cri de cur strewn across the walls of the Saadoun Tunnel in graffiti in Baghdad. This is an exhibition of protest photography, not photojournalism