From the offerings on display in Manhattan's wine shops and museums, it would seem that Australia hardly exists for New Yorkers. I just returned from a long weekend in the city. Invited by friends to have dinner at their Soho loft, I dashed into a mid-town liquor store for wine and was confronted by a shelf lined with bottles of 'Yellow Tail,' a blended Aussie plonk peculiar to the US market. Perusing listings of the city's galleries, I couldn't find a single one offering anything other than a smattering of generic works of Western Desert art. And so it was with the city's museums as well. Paris, Utrecht, Milan, Amsterdam - all of them have museums or galleries boasting significant collections of Western Desert art. In America's cultural capital, at least this time around, the only game in town was the Metropolitan Museum of Art's untitled and unadvertised showing of 14 canvases belonging to unnamed private collectors. The works are on display in a museum hallway connecting the Oceanic and modern art collections through 12 June.The Met's show, as noted in Jeremy Eccles' post in Aboriginal Art News, is part of a trend in which private collectors of contemporary Aboriginal art sponsor public exhibitions of their holdings. Last year's Icons of the Desert, a traveling exhibition of early Papunya boards and canvases owned by John and Barbara Wilkinson, showed how this practice can provide a opportunity for cultural diplomacy, scholarly symposia, the publication of a catalogue containing high-quality reproductions and critical essays, and increased public exposure to Australia's brilliant contribution to modernism.
By contrast, the Met's exercise in public-private collaboration seems more like an exercise in valorizing - in both the symbolic and monetary senses - a selection of paintings owned by an anonymous collector. This impression results, in part, from the ensemble of works on display. Unlike the Wilkersons' focused and carefully-strategized collection, the Met's exhibit showcases a grab-bag of works from 2000-2007. A single exception, Antjari Tjakamarra's work "Sons and Orphans near Kurlkurta" dates from 1984. While each of the works is adequately captioned, little attempt has been made to place these paintings in a collective context. The resulting impression is that of a "greatest-hits" anthology, a selection of highly-collectable works representing some of Australia's best known contemporary Aboriginal painters, but one that short sells the movement by neglecting to educate its audience.
Perhaps I should be grateful simply to have been able to see works by Jean Baptiste Aputimi, Patty Bedford, Lorna Fencer, Elizabeth Nyumi, Freddy Timms, Daniel Walbidi and Judy Watson in a city that is a desert with regard to Western Desert art (if you'll forgive the pun). But I can't help but compare the widespread lack of appreciation for this genre of modernism to that confronting the collectors of European avant-garde art a century ago. If we all know the names Picasso and Matisse today, it is largely through the public education efforts of collectors and curators.
Currently, the Seattle Art Museum is assembling a major exhibition of works owned by Margaret Levi and Bob Kaplan: a show that promises not only to introduce American audiences to the rich panorama of contemporary Australian indigenous art, but also to help visitors understand the context of these works within a landscape alive with ancestral presences and galvanized by political struggles for self-determination. Until then, brave those "little town blues" to enjoy the grab-bag of works on display in the cultural provinces of New York, New York.












