Damien Hirst's Cherry Blossoms at The Foundation Cartier pour l’art contemporain

Cherry Blossom (detail) (2019) Photographed by Prudence Cuming Associates. © Damien Hirst and Science Ltd. All rights reserved, DACS 2019.

Damien Hirst: Cherry Blossoms

The Foundation Cartier pour l’art contemporain

261, boulevard Raspail 75014 Paris

July 2, 2021 through January 2, 2022

By JOSEPH NECHVATAL, August 2021 

“I wanted to distance myself from the physical aspect of painting . . . to adopt an intellectual stance with respect to every artist’s servitude to manual craft.” Marcel Duchamp 

Cravenly conceptually vapid, eye-candy schmaltzy and sadly cynically PopulistDamien Hirst’s doleful, trite, and tacky exhibition of thirty Cherry Blossoms paintings is the response to a 2019 invitation by Hervé Chandès, General Director of the Foundation Cartier. High examples of zombie representational kitsch may be the right way of describing these thirty puffy exercises in the repetitive dab. Regret would be the reasonable response. 

Clunky and exceedingly crudeall painted in a similar poppycock paletteCherry Blossoms wants to (and claims to) absorb the spectator into the pretty paintings. But if you know and love good immersive art and/or good painting, they do quite the opposite. Seeing this minor show―striving so hard to make you happyeven if only for under five minutes, as I did, can leave you feeling bilious―like you ate an entire bag of Gummy Bears. It is an endless spread of bright colored dabsand not enough of anything else. Pass the hot pink Pepto-Bismol please. 

As paintings they are ham-fisted, conceptually pointless, brash in scale only, obstreperous, high-delusional bombast that lack invention, intelligence, and sensitivity. They make the case for those that say (wrongly) that painting is as dead as a door nail. 

The Triumph of Death Blossom (2019) Photographed by Prudence Cuming Associates. © Damien Hirst and Science Ltd. All rights reserved, DACS 2019

Certainly this turgid display does nothing to change my critical evaluation of Hirst as just another epitome of excess. Indeed, this exorbitant lowering of the mannerist bar had me pitying him. Hirst must be a glutton for dream castigation scenes. 

May I moan again here about Marcia Tucker for launching her “Bad” Painting movement? I may.

Bombastic hype is expected by this media superstar. Good work, is, alas, apparently out of the question. The paintings are intolerably pedantic. There is something corny, boring, and dull about Cherry Blossoms, because the paintings are too self-involved to even play the coy (and tired) game of fake-crushing the “high art/popular culture” divide. The work is simply low art by those standards. (I have an anathema for that postmodern Pablum, anyway.) 

The work’s screaming pink color display does not create an estrangementor distancing effectthat might draw the mind into an attitude of appreciation. There is no color de-familiarization going on here that might offer other critical judgments besides regarding these pointless Pointillist paintings as a form of anti-intellectualism. Worse, the gross gargantuan scale of these abysmal canvases performs an ill proportioned psychic dominance over the viewer. We are expected to be impressed. But as I navigated the immense galleries containing these thirty immense―and ludicrous―very bad paintings, the same disappointment, typical of our era of depressed expectations, occurs over and over: I am expected to not see these cliché fake gestures as only empty grandeur. Yet I do. WM

 

Joseph Nechvatal

Joseph Nechvatal is an American artist currently living in Paris. His The Viral Tempest double LP has recently been released on Pentiments, and his new book of poetry Styling Sagaciousness: Oh Great No!, by punctum books. He is currently exhibiting his Viral Venture animation at the Micro Mondes exhibition at the musée du quai Branly in Paris and will be exhibiting virus-modeled a-life paintings at Galerie Richard in Paris in an exhibition called Tournant de la tempête virale (Turning the Viral Tempest) in September and October.

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