Category Archives: Morrissey, representations of in contemporary art

Elizabeth Peyton

Morrissey after Wolfgang, 2004

Compare:

Tillmans’s Index Magazine cover, 2003

Dawn Mellor

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Dawn Mellor, Morrissey from Vile Affections, 2007

Hev Knows Miz: Moz

For the burgeoning sub-genre of Smiths lyrics stuck on a wall please consider Jonathan Hernández‘s ‘Heaven knows I’m miserable now’, installed in 2001 at the home of kurimanzutto’s gallerists in Mexico City, an urban center that has been very kind to both Morrissey and contemporary art over the past decade. This time the letters are built from mirrors and accompanied in the show by a mixtape, featuring songs by the Smiths and others:

“The songs take us through the wide range of sensations produced by love: mystery, passion, deceit, seduction, catharsis, emptiness. The CD case design alludes to the ejaculation that Duchamp sent to his Brazilian lover. Behind the barrage of love’s social and artistic paraphernalia lies a single spurt of sperm, an orgasm, physiological satisfaction, coupling, reproduction. Everything else is an illusion, fantasies that make us suffer.”

A review of the show is archived at ArtNexus

Here-wise, Hernández was featured in Unmonumental at the New Museum and recently had his first U.S. solo show at MC Kunst in Los Angeles.

Dont be a loser

Steve Powers

Steve Powers, Roaming (2007), from Steve Powers: The Magic Word at The Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts [via artforum]

Morrissey hand to forehead has become a signature pose (we could call it Morrissey Resigned, or maybe just Morrissey Pausing). Powers, the artist behind Coney Island’s Dreamland Artist Club, plays with the idea of Morrissey as Sign, where Morrissey’s face behaves as a logo that quickly communicates a sophisticated identity, like a brand or corporation’s would.

Every Day is like Sunday

Not related, but totally awesome: The Diana-Morrissey Phenomenon, which chronicles Morrissey’s prophecies of Princess Di’s ‘accidental’ death

Take me back to dear old Blighty

NME

“Although I don’t have anything against people from other countries, the higher the influx into England the more the British identity disappears. So the price is enormous. If you travel to Germany, it’s still absolutely Germany. If you travel to Sweden, it still has a Swedish identity.

“But travel to England and you have no idea where you are.”

Morrissey then gave a follow-up interview in which he clarified his remarks: “It could be construed that the reason I wouldn’t wish to live in England is the immigration explosion. And that’s not true at all.”

Okay, yes, this is problematic. There are alternative explanations, as there always are with Morrissey, textual glosses to show that if you look closely, his lyrics and comments aren’t racist or anti-immigrant at all. National Front Disco was absurdist humor, Bengali in Platforms was sympathetic.

Morrissey’s lyrical sensibility has always been, first and foremost, nostalgic in the extreme. It’s there in The Smiths’ iconography—worshipful duotones of great outsiders of the past. Britain exists for Morrissey only in old films and older poetry, and held up to that ideal of course today’s multicultural, modern, affluent Britain would be unrecognizable. John Osborne and Shelagh Delaney and Joe Orton would have no idea what to make of Ali G, Chris Ofili, and Dizzee Rascal. To not accept the deepness of that pining is to misunderstand the entire nature of Morrissey’s poetic worldview. Literary exiles are free to live in the past.

And yet, who are we kidding? Deep down the suspicions just won’t wash away anymore. Moz harbors some troubling views, and our assessments of him will have to grapple with that. He shouldn’t be dismissed outright—his influence and contribution is too large—but he has complicated his songs now, and listening from now on might be laced with a tinge of disappointment. A bad taste in the mouth. His vaunted literary forebears will have to include some beyond the canon that he has chosen for himself. He is, maybe, T.S. Eliot or Ezra Pound as much as Oscar Wilde.

Myra

But, but, we must not forget that this site is really about representations of Morrissey in contemporary art. What strikes me as the most appropriate for today is a loose one but a close one nonetheless, Marcus Harvey’s portrait of the Manchester serial-killer Myra Hindley in children’s fingerprints. When it was shown as part of Sensation it was pelted with eggs and prompted the resignation of several RA officials. “Suffer Little Children,” the Smiths’ own interpretation of the Moors murders, was the first song Morrissey and Johnny Marr demo’d together, and caused widely publicized emotional suffering for families of Hindley’s victims when it was released. Both the song and the painting have clinged to the historical event, interwoven with it, get mentioned whenever Myra Hindley is written about. The painting is now more well-known than the mug shot itself. And as time passes they become the primary sources, the definitive interpretations of an event that’s fading from memory. A history painting and an account in song, just like we had in the days of long ago.

BV coverage of NME story
Morrissey’s sources
Guardian Unlimited: NME journalist responds

Morrissey

We Hate Iams

So Morrissey began his 5-evening stint at the Hammerstein Ballroom last night (I resisted the “season pass” and will be attending none but Saturday night’s performance). Meanwhile, Wolfgang Tillmans’s newest show is up at Andrea Rosen Gallery through the end of November. Seems as good a time as any to mention Tillmans’s 2004 portraits of Morrissey and his canine friends, taken for Index magazine at the start of his reemergence as adult crooner.

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