MCLC: Zhang Huan's Tibetan skulls

[Denton, Kirk]

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Source: NYT (9/12/13):
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/15/arts/design/zhang-huans-colorful-skull-pa
intings-at-the-pace-gallery.html

A Hallucinatory Blaze, via Tibetan Ritual
By BARBARA POLLACK

Damien Hirst once encrusted a skull with diamonds, and Takashi Murakami
has turned out canvases with cartoon versions of skulls. But when the
artist Zhang Huan addresses similar iconography, he creates paintings in a
style all their own. Sitting in his Shanghai studio one day recently amid
dozens of Tibetan death masks, he was busy preparing for the opening on
Friday of “Poppy Fields,”
<http://www.pacegallery.com/newyork/exhibitions/12596/poppy-fields> an
exhibition of new works at the Pace Gallery in Chelsea.

“Poppy Fields” is a fresh direction for an artist whose studio is much
like a factory, with over 100 assistants churning out monumental copper
sculptures of Buddhas, paintings made of ash collected at temples, doors
carved with scenes from the Cultural Revolution, stainless-steel pandas,
stuffed cows and horses and, on one occasion, a version of a Handel opera.
His notion is that he can produce anything he imagines without regard for
consistency.

“Unlike Western masters, who will stick with one style their entire life
until they reach maturity, I am in a constant state of transformation,”
said Mr. Zhang, interviewed via Skype with the aid of a translator. “I am
constantly abandoning old things for new ones, but there is always a
thread behind these changes, and that is my DNA.”

His latest transformation may be the biggest one to date: turning himself
into an oil painter with a keen sense of color after a career that has so
far been mostly black, white and gray. The new “Poppy Field” works are a
striking departure, for example, from those shown in a retrospective at
Asia Society in 2007, two years after he moved back to China after almost
a decade in New York.

In the new paintings, the canvas’s surface is covered with hundreds of
skulls modeled after Tibetan masks that look like grinning faces with
bulging eyes and Cheshire cat smiles. From a distance, the canvases blur
into misty fields of color, in white, pink and blue in one instance, and
black, red and gold in another. Yet up close, you can see each face in the
crowd, as if zooming into a packed stadium from outer space. “The
paintings represent the hallucination of happiness and the hallucination
of fear and loneliness in this life as well as the hallucination of
happiness in the next life,” Mr. Zhang said.

Asked about his bright hues, he said, “If there’s no color in your
hallucination, it won’t be heaven. It would be hell.”

Arne Glimcher, Pace’s founder, recalls a conversation two years ago in
which Mr. Zhang told him that he was working on oil paintings. “I thought
it was such a conventional medium for him,” he said. “But he told me, ‘I
will make oil paintings that look different from any other oil paintings.’
 ”

It was nearly as big a surprise as when Mr. Glimcher first visited the
artist’s Shanghai studio in 2006. Mr. Zhang was primarily known then for
his visceral performances of the late 1990s, first in the bohemian enclave
of Beijing East Village and later, in museums around the United States.
(One of his better-known works required him to sit motionless in a public
latrine for 10 hours, covered in fish oil and honey, as flies gathered on
his body.)

Mr. Glimcher was astounded to discover the scale of Mr. Zhang’s production
line in a studio teeming with sculptures, paintings and installations.
This time around, he was equally surprised that the artist could pull off
the new paintings with minimal support from his assistants.

According to the dealer, Mr. Zhang started each work by creating a
computer drawing, planning out the placement of each mask. Given that
approach, the paintings look remarkably spontaneous, as if they had
evolved organically.

Buddhism and death rituals have been abiding subjects for Mr. Zhang, who
was ordained as a Buddhist monk eight years ago. During the antireligious
oppression of the Cultural Revolution, Mr. Zhang, born in 1965, remembers
watching his grandmother go to the temple and burn incense before a statue
of a Buddha. In his adulthood, he went regularly to temples; even after
moving to New York in 1998, he studied every weekend with the venerated
monk Sheng Yen at the Dharma Drum Mountain Center in Queens and later
donated statues to the Chuang Yen Monastery, designed by I. M. Pei, in
Kent, N.Y.

In her catalog essay for “Altered States,” the 2007 retrospective at Asia
Society, Melissa Chiu, the museum’s director, wrote, “Zhang Huan’s works
from the past 15 years reflect one artist’s search for an artistic voice,
first in Beijing, then in New York, and finally in Shanghai.”

Mr. Zhang has placed “a progressive emphasis on Chinese sources with which
he finds great inspiration in the shared memory of symbols, stories, and
materials of his homeland,” she noted. Yet it is his embrace of Tibetan
Buddhism, a rare choice in Chinese contemporary art, that distinguishes
him from other artists.

In 2005, a trip to Tibet irrevocably altered Mr. Zhang’s thinking and his
art making. “One day in Lhasa, I got up at 4 a.m. and went to the Jokhang
Temple, the biggest one in Tibet, and I saw men and women already lining
up for miles,” Mr. Zhang said. He said he was amazed by the sight of
pilgrims crawling to the site in the middle of traffic, in a seeming clash
between modernity and ancient tradition. “I have been to the most famous
museums in the world, and I have never seen a sight as striking as this,”
he said.

He also witnessed the Tibetan Sky burial, in which a monk eviscerates the
human corpse, leaving the flesh as food for vultures and smashing the
bones into a grainy dust. The process is supposed to liberate the spirit
from the body for peaceful transport into the next life. “Most people,
when they see this ceremony, think it is gross and they cannot bear to
watch,” Mr. Zhang said. “But, when I watch the ceremony, I feel this
hallucination of happiness, and I feel free.”

He promises that at his death, the ritual will constitute his last
performance piece.

Asked whether Americans would understand his “Poppy Field” paintings, Mr.
Zhang said: “If they are alive, they will love these works. But if they
are dead, they will buy them.”