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  • Short Timer

    Walker Art Center director Kathy Halbreich might be the most admired museum director in America,” wrote Tyler Green last year on his influential Modern Art Notes blog. He quoted some of Halbreich’s museum-director colleagues, one of whom said “I watch her from afar, kind of like a guru,” and another who said “Kathy is the model. She’s done incredible things.”

    Nevertheless, all incredible things must come to an end. After nearly seventeen years at the Walker, Halbreich will leave her post November 1. Her selection back in 1991 was seen as a radical, even shocking departure from the style of Martin Friedman, who’d been at the helm of the museum for more than three decades. But the Walker’s newest director—Olga Viso, who’s stepping down as director at the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden in Washington, D.C. to come to the Twin Cities—has quite a bit in common with her soon-to-be predecessor. That would seem to be a strong testament to all Halbreich achieved.

    When you announced your departure last spring, you mentioned having taken a sabbatical the previous fall. What happened during that time?
    Professional life is just moving faster and faster, and the responsibilities don’t diminish. I had this remarkable luxury to take three months off. It reminded me how hard it is to program your own days when you’re used to being programmed by the job. I spent some time at a friend’s cabin on Martha’s Vineyard, and this place is magic … I began to return to a very sensory kind of living.

    I also went to New York. I wanted to see if I could really look at art, particularly young art, again. I saw about eighty exhibitions and came to the conclusion that I still had this lust for looking, and that was actually quite gratifying. I also at the same time was returning to a certain life. I grew up in New York … I actually was beginning to have a personal life, which has been very prescribed here [in the Twin Cities].

    I’ve always been inspired by the fact that you went to a liberal arts college, but did not go on to earn an advanced degree. Do you think there’s an over-emphasis on graduate education in the arts?
    Look, now you’re supposed to have MBAs to run these places. Anything you can do to develop your talent pool is worth doing. But there’s just plain old experience, and the fact that I have worked since I was thirteen has served me well. I’m envious of those who’ve had more education, but I’ve had a longer time to play in various jobs.

    Since 1991, when you started at the Walker, what’s changed at that institution and in the larger museum world?
    We have become bigger, and yes, that’s better, but there’s also peril to it. Bigger institutions require more resources. More resources require greater complexity. And what’s really remarkable about Walker in all of this is that it’s kept its soul.

    Another change has to do with being a multidisciplinary institution. The film/video and performing arts departments have been here since the ’70s, but I was able to create greater equality among the disciplines. And you’re going to see more of that. Now the Whitney is building a new building and they want it to include a theater. You look at the Guggenheim’s plans for whatever building they’re going to build and it’s … Walker. You have Wexner [Center for the Arts, in Columbus, Ohio] calling themselves “Baby Walker.” We just followed the artists sooner to this model.

    You said a few years ago that “we are realizing there are more creative giants operating across the globe than we were ever aware of before.” Who, or what, are we missing?
    The world is much smaller than when I began. The collection at Walker then was basically Euro-Canadian-U.S. It can’t be that anymore. With Hélio Oiticica, we were the only museum in the U.S. to show his retrospective in 1994; people thought I was absolutely crazy. But he is going to be considered one of the most important artists of the twentieth century. This country just didn’t understand because they didn’t know.

    What are the powerful countries of the future? Brazil, China, India. Brazil is an enormously fertile ground—that country and Japan have the longest history of really modern art, and the most interesting. China’s later, and India I would say even later still. But these places now are extremely alive.

    You’ve also said you don’t believe there are blockbuster names in the contemporary art world. What does that mean for the future of art, artists, exhibitions—for getting bodies into galleries?
    That’s a very complex and good question. It starts first with very serious questions about expectations, about what numbers mean and what they signify. Is it good enough for Walker to be one of the top five or six museums for modern or contemporary art, in terms of attendance? Those who get more are MoMA, the Hirshhorn, SFMoMA, the Whitney, and the Guggenheim. And that leaves out contemporary institutions in much bigger cities—L.A., Chicago, Philadelphia, Houston—that have much smaller numbers than Walker’s. Is that good? I don’t know. Should we have more people than the Minneapolis Institute of Arts? Is that better?

  • Inquiring Minds

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    “By drawing freely from the subconscious, the painter can bestow upon the canvas images most people could only access under the influence of hypnosis or in the depths of sleep. In my métier, I find myself time and again exploring the lure of the forbidden.”

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    “My practice is concerned with the dichotomy between the term ‘functional object’ and the use of said object—that is to say, object qua object. As such my work is something of an extended reverse meditation on Wallace Stevens’ ‘Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing Itself.’”

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    “Recent projects and installations concern divorce, eating disorders, disenfranchisement, eBay, and the metaphysical implications of doing one’s own laundry.”

  • Home and Away

    Top photo: Fifi Chachnil; bottom photo: Cristina.

    It was one thing for Alec Soth, at a relatively early point in his career, to be admitted to the Magnum Photos cooperative. Then the legendary agency followed with another invitation, asking the St. Paul-based photographer to produce its third annual fashion magazine. Soth, whose energy seems as boundless as the opportunities presented to him, jumped at the chance.

    Production of the 190-page “book,” as they say in the biz, was apparently something of a scramble. Soth was shooting the couture shows in Paris last January as a casting agent signed up Minnesotans for photo shoots in February. (Most are unknowns, but ex-stripper-cum-memoirist-cum-screenwriter Diablo Cody appears in an evening gown and Frye boots). The result, Paris Minnesota, was published last month. As the title indicates, quintessentially Parisian images, such as this one of lingerie designer Fifi Chachnil, fill the first half; their sense of sophistication and history plays off the youthful awkwardness on display in the following Minnesota section, as with Cristina, whose vintage wolf-and-moon sweatshirt is a nod to our own sartorial traditions.

    As with any fashion magazine, the advertisements—also produced by Soth—are as alluring as the editorial. The photographer is as subversive in his promotion of luxury brands as he is straightforward with his fashion portraits. Each ad shows a gorgeous, expansive, and wild landscape that includes a virtually hidden object of desire—a watch, a perfume bottle, a handbag. The viewer can’t resist the game: scrutinizing nature to find that bit of top-shelf culture.

  • My Kid Could Paint That

    In 2004, director
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    Marla Olmstead with the idea of making a documentary of her extraordinary talent. Over the course of a year, this four-year-old girl from Binghamton, New York, sold nearly $300,000 worth of abstract paintings, was covered by news outlets from around the world, and then, on 60 Minutes, had her reputation sullied by accusations that her father was the real artist, or at least an over-imposing coach.

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    Bar-Lev’s masterful My Kid Can Paint That leaves viewers questioning what they see, and pondering the nature of modern art, parenting, and the role and responsibility of the media.

    Uptown Theater, 2906 Hennepin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-825-6006.

  • Quiet City

    Director Aaron Katz’s Quiet City is part of the ever-growing “mumblecore” movement in indie film, a genre that favors disaffected youth who struggle to pay the bills. These films defy summary and star nonprofessional actors who improvise most of their dialogue, or, well, mumbles. In Quiet City, a girl gets lost in Brooklyn and meets a young man and together they wander through the sleeping borough, saying almost nothing. Quiet City places demands on the viewers’ attention—a sideways glance, a puff on a cigarette have as much gravity as ten minutes of dialogue in a conventional film. On September 28 and 30, Katz and lead actress Erin Fisher appear to discuss the film.

    Oak Street Cinema, 309 Oak St., Minneapolis; 612-331-3134.

  • Elizabeth: The Golden Age

    Cate Blanchett reprises her role as Elizabeth I, virginal queen of England. As usual there’s all sorts of innuendo about her hunger to get shagged by this or that prince or pirate. This time, England is under threat of Spanish invasion, and who should come to the queen’s aid but Clive Owen’s lusty Sir Walter Raleigh, eager to plunder both the Armada and her highness’s treasure chest (and we’re not talking doubloons here).

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    The acting, as in the original Elizabeth, is robust and slightly silly; everyone appears to be on the verge of smirking. With the same strong production and costume design as the first Elizabeth, The Golden Age should be superb entertainment.

  • The Killing

    Before Stanley Kubrick dedicated himself to creating “serious” films that viewed humanity with a cold, clinical eye, he made The Killing (1956), a tense little noir about a racetrack heist. Sterling Hayden stars as the mastermind who sets the pot to boiling, and leads a cast of some of the best character actors ever to crawl out from under Hollywood’s rocks. Elisha Cook Jr. plays a henpecked husband whose mouth is his undoing.

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    Horse-faced Timothy Carey and pro wrestler Kola Kwariani are on hand to add some needed color. Pulp novelist Jim Thompson’s dialogue is a model of hardboiled efficiency. And Kubrick’s editing, which fixed the piece into a nonlinear maze, went on to influence a number of filmmakers, most notably Quentin Tarantino.

    Parkway Theatre, 4814 Chicago Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-822-3030.

  • The Deception

    Its 2006-07 season was chock full of chestnuts, but now, finally, Theatre de la Jeune Lune opens its new season with an original production. The Deception is an adaptation of Pierre de Marivaux’s La Fausse Suivante, a dark eighteenth-century French comedy in which a young woman disguises herself as a man so that she can better learn about her new love. On discovering his true nature, scheming, lying, and hilarity ensue. Adapted by artistic director Dominique Serrand and longtime collaborator/acting ace Steve Epp, The Deception premiered in California this summer to positive reviews, so count on classic Jeune Lune fare: a bold, stylish adaptation rendered with vigorously physical performances.

    Theatre de la Jeune Lune, 105 N. First St., Minneapolis; 612-333-6200.

  • 3 Parts Dead

    The Old Testament’s most difficult book, the Book of Job, planted the seed of this new play. From the “unknowable nature of God” therein, which local playwright Alan Berks described as “one of the scariest things I can think of,” a new ghost story was born. Berks (who wrote the 2006 Fringe Festival hit, How To Cheat) also drew from more contemporary influences, such as the 1999 horror flick The Sixth Sense. But what makes this production doubly interesting is his collaboration with The Burning House Group. This foursome of physical performers is more often seen doing slapstick and nonlinear forms of movement theater. In this instance, both parties vow to combine old-fashioned narrative with clowning and choreography to create, from scratch, a frightful tale of a house with a mysterious, potentially haunted past.

    Minneapolis Theater Garage, 711 W. Franklin Ave., Minneapolis; 612-623-9396.

  • Twin Cities Book Festival

    The stalwarts at Rain Taxi once again put together this full day of lit love for the seventh annual TCBF, which is now firmly entrenched as an autumn tradition and a welcome respite from the paralyzing onslaught of seasonal affective disorder. Think of the day as a sort of Renaissance Festival for bibliomaniacs. You probably can’t get a turkey drumstick or a unicorn painted on your face, but there will be the usual convergence of writers, publishers, book artists, and used-book peddlers, as well as readings, discussions, and events for kids.

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    This year’s roster of authors includes novelists Chris Abani and Diane Williams, poets Laura Moriarty and Bin Ramke, and graphic novel writer/editor Andy Helfer.

    Minneapolis Community and Technical College, 1501 Hennepin Ave. S., Minneapolis.