Impish art world darling Ryan Trecartin’s new show opens tonight at the Regen Project in LA on six surrounding screens with one above, as well. Ryan Trecartin New Show Opens at Regen Projects in LA It will be housed in an installation and other sculptures of his will be showing too. A preliminary version of this film is currently showing at the KW Institute for Contemporary Art in Berlin. It will be up until November 26th at Regen Projects so check it out if you get the chance. :)
WOWlebrity Mary Ann also acts in it and look like this. With a southern accent.
The New Yorker describes Ryan’s videos below:
Four new works that Trecartin showed at the Venice Biennale last summer had their New York première on December 11th, at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, and the event was sold out.
The first video (Trecartin prefers to call them movies) was “Junior War,” twenty-four minutes of footage shot fifteen years ago, when he was a high-school senior in Ohio, but not edited until last year. It showed a lot of blond, angelic-looking Midwestern boys and girls getting drunk, passing out, smashing mailboxes, tossing TV sets out the windows of speeding cars, setting small fires, and revelling in the annual rites of destruction that highlight autumn homecoming week in Whitehouse, Ohio. What struck me right away was how closely this early footage predicted Trecartin’s future work. The chaotic energy, the virtuoso use of handheld camera techniques, the breaking of rules, and the theme of young people trying out different identities were all on display, although most of the time it was difficult to follow what the kids were saying.
The three other videos—“Comma Boat,” “Center Jenny,” and “Item Falls”—were technically more sophisticated and a good deal more complex in structure than “Junior War.” In “Center Jenny,” whose running time is fifty-three minutes, Trecartin’s repertory troupe is augmented by a few professional actresses. Many are named Jenny in the film, and they are trying to emulate an archetypal Jenny who has evolved to a higher level of existence. A profusion of events and social interactions unfold, sometimes in split screens. Fragments of disjointed dialogue catch your ear (“We’ve got to learn to walk backward if we’re going to fly”), but there is no sense of a coherent narrative. “My parents owned and funded the war,” one girl announces, convincingly. “This fucking donkeybutt is dating my dad, and I can’t fucking take it anymore,” another says.