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FIERCELY LOVED

For his 2008 series, The New Me, Sandro Kopp painstakingly created a self-portrait every day for 28 days. The paintings are honest, self-questioning and slightly disconcerting – qualities they share with the works in his latest exhibition, Fiercely Loved shown at Timothy Everest in Spitalfields, London, E1.

The richly layered paintings in Fiercely Loved are of soft toys: Goully the monkey, Liony, Snoopy and other cloth, wool and fur comforters and confidants. Although the portraits are not of Kopp, or his friends (the subjects of his 2010-2012 shows of Skype paintings) they do tell the most personal stories of the artist and his intimates. They also possess the power to provoke memories from childhood, and even infancy, in us all.

I was three and my sister was five when we were driven by our parents through France to Spain in a Volkswagen. Our luggage was piled on the roof and we slept in the car. As my sister recalls, ?we always woke up in some field or other?. We are a family who are avowedly averse to camping, and yet, now that we come to talk about it, we often did just that but without the added bonus of a tent. My parents slept up front, my sister on the back seat and I was swaddled in the boot. That holiday Little Ted was lost overnight in one of those fields. He was, as his name suggests, a small teddy and he belonged to my sister. She only realized he was missing when it was next time to sleep. She was ?devastated? and ?inconsolable.? Nearly 50 years later I can hear in her voice that not only was Little Ted lost, but the holiday was lost and something else too. Perhaps she lost the belief that our parents could magically repair everything?

A friend, Charlotte, tells me of a similar journey with her parents and her comforter, Wol, whose portrait is part of Fiercely Loved. She recalls losing Wol out of a car window when she was aged four. Prompted by Wol?s inclusion in the show she asked her parents what they remembered of the loss. Her father, who sounds like an astute man, says that a Charlotte ?a propos of nothing? suddenly announced that Wol was missing. He says in his email to her, that he was not sure if Wol ?fell, or was pushed.? The route was retraced and Wol was, miraculously, recovered. I had a strong image of Charlotte sitting in the back seat, insufficiently noticed by her parents who were together in the front. She wanted them to turn around in more ways than one and she engaged Wol in the exercise. What Charlotte?s story demonstrates is how important it is for the child to assume their rights over the object of their love, the comforter, the soft toy, or what psychotherapists would call the ?transitional object?.

Donald Woods Winnicott first used the term in his paper Transitional Objects and Transitional Phenomena ? a Study of the First Not-Me Possession in 1953. When an infant is first born and begins to feed from a mother?s breast it has no knowledge that it is a separate being. It believes itself to be part of the mother, or rather, that the mother is a part of it. A significant part of the infant?s move towards understanding the existence of a world of ?not-me? is its discovery of an object, usually soft, that can move to show it has a vitality or reality of its own. The infant readily clutches it as a defense against anxiety, particularly at the time of going to sleep. The object represents something that is both mother and ?not mother? and can be used to express all sorts of feelings, for example, love, hate, aggression, and reparation. Importantly, these loved possessions are able to survive all the feelings children have towards them. The objects are termed transitional because they help a child move from the original object, the mother, towards a more independent state.

My sister still mourns Little Ted, but, when I call her, is more anxious to talk about Big Ted who, she says, was really her favourite. Big Ted had to have several new noses as she serially rubbed them away with her love. In fact, Big Ted eventually had to have a ?makeover? by our grandmother as my sister?s love for him was so fierce he?d lost not just his nose but, much like ?Teddy? in this exhibition, his eyes and most of his furry face. Maybe her love for Big Ted was more vigorous as she had lost Little Ted? Maybe what persisted in her was a greater need to assert her ownership?

My sister?s love for Big Ted survived his makeover because she sanctioned it but Winnicott states the object ?must never change, unless changed by the infant.? Most parents get to know the value of a Teddy, a Wol, a Liony or a Goully and carry it around when travelling. Most understand the need to let it get dirty and smelly and inherently understand that washing introduces a break in continuity of the infant?s experience, a break that might destroy the meaning and value of the object to the infant.

I am not sure what age I was when my mother became repulsed by my ?ribbon? (which was, in fact, a blue blanket with a ribbon border that I stroked between my toes) and concerned that, on another trip abroad, the customs officers would not allow us in the country with such a thing. She not only washed it but trimmed it into a neat, acceptable, square. I can instantly recall the feeling of outrage and near despair, the feeling of a brutal separation.

Writing in Attachment and Loss, the psychologist, psychiatrist and psychoanalyst John Bowlby, who was a pioneer in attachment theory, says that, ?There is no reason to think that attachment to an inanimate object bodes ill for a child; on the contrary, there is plenty of evidence that such an attachment can be combined with satisfactory relations with people. With some children, indeed, an absence of interest in soft objects may give grounds for concern.? He tells the story of a child whose strong dislike of soft toys from infancy was notable and was rooted in his mother?s rejection and later desertion of him. That child?s dislike of soft objects reflected a dislike of his mother.

Bowlby believed that the prolongation of attachment to inanimate objects into later childhood was not a sign of insecurity. It should not be a cause for concern if we love our Lionys, Teddys and Ribbons alongside our parents, our siblings and our friends long after some (notably parents) believe is healthy. However, alarm bells ring when a child?s preference for such an object outweighs any attachment or affection for a person.

The largest painting in the exhibition, Safe, shows Goully (Kopp?s own treasured ?transitional?) arms outstretched around Snoopy and Piglet. Kopp describes these three as his ?favourite sitters?. The cave, with its fronds, in which they sit seems feminine and womb-like, outside the background is phallic, harsh and rocky. Beyond the world of soft toys lies that of the hard ones of older childhood, the ones that break and disappoint, and beyond that, some way off, the realities of adulthood.

What Sandro Kopp has achieved with Fiercely Loved, is the elevation of some of his friends? and family?s transitional objects into the heroic and romantic. His portraits, set in landscapes that bring to mind the grandest from past centuries, are poignant and powerful. He also lets us see how these toys and comforters are not only transitional objects but also the earliest transferential objects. Into Wol, Liony, Piglet and all the rest are projected the rage, disappointment and even hatred their owners have felt for their parents, their sisters and their brothers. And we see that reflected back in their staring eyes, their limbless waves, in Goully?s silenced mouth. We feel too the fierce love that these soft toy warriors have endured. The decorative but taut blue ribbon round Goully?s neck has collared him for decades, the friendship bracelet almost severs Snoopy?s arm. Perhaps Kopp feels that some have borne their fates angelically. Snoopy and Piglet, have been set free by him and are ascending weightlessly to comforter heaven. Whilst these two have been released, the others remain as possessed by their owners as they were when they were first discovered. Only now, we?ve discovered them too.

Camilla Nicholls, October 2013

Camilla Nicholls was a communications strategist and policy advisor working in the national media and for several leading arts organisations before becoming a psychotherapist. She currently works in the NHS and runs the private practice, EC2 Therapy. www.ec2therapy.com

Portraits of the Artist
by Denise Wendell Poray for TAKE TIME

Sandro Kopp?s first important exhibitions involved two series of 28 self-portraits entitled the New Me. Each series was painted over a period of one month with one finished portrait being produced each day. It is a lifelong project whereby a full series will be repeated every five years. The first dates from 2008, the second from 2013 and therefore the next is planned for 2018. The precise time frame becomes a determining factor. One portrait a day implies working quickly, abandoning doubt and moving forward at all costs as well as accepting error.

The series has the feeling of a pictorial diary?perhaps this day he woke up not sure which country he was in, there is disorientation and jetlag, the portrait has an unfinished quality. In others there is stillness, concentration, the artist?s hand is steady, the time factor is under control:

?In the New Me it’s more of a forensic exploration of the changes in my working method from day to day; of the “mistakes”; of the gaps between likenesses; of the degree to which I tend to hit – or miss – the mark of accurate representation.
When I am repeating the same painting process over and over again, the ?mistakes? and moments when things go off in unplanned directions are interesting and become an illustration of the particularities of what I can and can?t accomplish. This self -analysis of capability is more obvious in the New Me than in my other paintings in which it is easier to see the balance between the poles of representational accuracy and keeping the paint alive. Creating a likeness for the New Me also involves not ??getting it right??.?

The Self- Portraits in the present show are painted upon palettes that the artist has been using for mixing his paints. After a working session, Kopp scrapes the palette clean and takes the remaining paint and wipes the moist paste onto the outer area of a canvas, these are set aside. The beauty of the scraped palette is the beauty of chance. It is an aleatory piece of art in as much as nothing was pre-determined in its making? it is the haphazard result of several months even years of painting and mixing paint and scraping it off again and again. The appearance of the palette after scraping is entirely random; it depends on the hundreds of decisions that the artist made while painting: choices of colour, thickness of paint, and this over months of work. Then there is the sweep of his hand as he cleans the wooden surface.

John Cage started to experiment with techniques of complete or partial indeterminacy in his compositions as early as 1939. Starting in the 1950?s, this sometimes involved the use of the I Ching or Book of Changes, a classical Chinese text commonly used as a divination system. Cage consulted it to determine specific notes, duration, dynamics and tempo. The work for solo piano: Music of Changes (1951) was entirely composed in this way. The scraped wooden palettes are works of chance whereas the finely detailed self-portraits executed upon them are the result of deliberate effort?or are they? The self-portraits have an eerie quality as if Kopp stared into the palette until his own likeness appeared, then he painted what he saw?a vision of him but not by him: ?For the palettes, I liked the idea that I am paint… On a palette…? One of the four Palette Portraits depicts an ear? his ear; it is there hanging on the anthropomorphic curve of the palette and inevitably evokes van Gogh.

Cage?s use of ??generators of randoms?? casts of dice, imperfections in music paper, star charts, or the I Ching was a way of abandoning control, stepping aside while some other force accomplished the work. Without resorting to elaborate systems, Kopp also seeks momentary freedom from conscious decision-making in his work:

?sit down, choose to lose control, ride the wave all the way to the beach, and what you have at the end will either be terrible, usable or great. Something else takes over; I need to get my head out of the way. Sometimes the conversation with sitter occupies the mind to the degree where its busy, then the painting happens automatically between my eye and my hand somewhere. And then the alternative is to ?take time? consciously.?

The Icons

There is an ancient discussion, still unsolved, about the status of portraiture as painting. Portraiture always occupied an ambiguous position as works of art in that the imitative ability of the painter was not employed in the service of higher creative ends but rather as an end in itself?that of achieving a likeness. The question is then when does a portrait stop being a likeness of someone and become a work of art? Jean-Luc Nancy emphasizes the notion of the autonomy of the portrait as painting:

A portrait, according to the definition or the general description, is the representation of a person as we see them. The definition is as correct as it is simple. However, it is far from sufficient. It defines a function or finality: to represent a person for who they are, not for their attributes or their functions, or for their acts, or for their relationships or engagements. The portrait as an object is, in the strictest sense, the ?absolute? subject: detached from everything that is not they, drawn away from all exteriority.

The problem of the autonomy of the portrait as an artwork and the necessity of drawing it away from or extrapolating the image from ?all exteriority? becomes more complex when it involves a famous face. Here the factors that constitute the exteriority: all aspects contingent on the subject?s life, relationships, education, environment, belongings, profession, social status are increased exponentially through media, events, societal, dramatic or filmic roles, and star status. Therefore the viewer already has a pre-formed image before even encountering the portrait. The three portraits of Tilda Swinton, have this added level of complexity and not only is she unmistakably recognisable in Kopp?s skilful and tender renderings of her, no one else even looks vaguely like her, she is a unique beauty.

The other famous figure in the exhibition is Michael Stipe but if your memory of the head singer from R.E.M. goes back to the early years of the Green album, or his very gaunt period in the 90?s you might not recognize him. Here you see a portrait of a bearded man in a green shirt (perhaps a reference to Green album). The portrait gives the impression of someone existing inside his own self-contained universe? an autonomous portrait. It is only when you learn who he is that the larger associations take hold and these depend heavily on the viewer?s familiarity with Stipe?s music and lyrics. For some, viewing the portrait could trigger a synesthetic reaction?a song starts to ring in your inner ear or are you just Losing your Religion.

Musical Portraits

In portraiture, when the model is another artist, the exchange is intensified.
When the artist portrayed is a musician, as in the case of Stipe, there is yet another dimension that opens up, another lingering abstract conversation: music? the hidden arithmetic exercise of the soul, which does not know that it is counting (Leibniz).

Kandinsky was acutely aware of an?interior sonority? within the body that was triggered by viewing colours?an involuntary response. We all have it but some individuals are more sensitive to its presence than others; it exists and all our senses, moods, sentiments, thoughts, actions and even our perception of temperature are affected by it. We are all potential synaestetes. He developed these theories in the years prior to the First World War and published them in a short manifesto entitled The Spiritual in Art (1912). Much of the text was the result of the author?s late night conversations with Arnold Sch?nberg; long sessions of searching out how the other functioned, each holding the other?s art in higher esteem than their own and frustrated with the limitations of their principal medium. Theirs was a need to break through borders and destroy systems and to find new ones?their meetings significantly furthered the development of abstraction in painting and atonality in art. I am not comparing Kopp and his contemporaries to this pivotal moment in art history in 1911, I am only pointing to a similar form of emulation and exchange between the arts.

There is a portrait by Kopp of the musician and painter Marilyn Manson and there is in turn Manson?s portrait of Kopp: We had a couple of nights painting and hanging out where he lived?back then, above a liquor store in the centre of Hollywood. There is his painting of me and my painting of him. These mutual portraits remind me of another artist Kopp has painted, Chuck Close? a Skype portrait. Close did portraits of composer Philip Glass; the first dates from 1969 and then Glass did a musical portrait of Close in 2005. These works are the result of many years of friendship between the two and a tribute to the profound influence they have had upon one another’s work. Glass? composition, a 15-minute solo piano work is the most abstract portrait possible. It is free from any form of exteriority or contingencies, it is an ??autonomous?? portrait and work of art.

There exists what could be considered a musical portrait of Sandro Kopp by the composer Simon Fisher-Turner. While Kopp was painting him, Fisher-Turner recorded the session: the rustling rhythm of the brush, the clicking of the metal tubes of paint, the sharp scraping of the palette knife, dogs barking in the distance, then the hush of night falling and their voices. In the manner of musique concr?te, the composer then looped, layered and compressed tones to create a sound installation that was heard throughout Kopp?s show Feedbackloop at the Five Eleven gallery in New York in December 2015. For Kopp it remains: a sonic portrait of me and my world.

The Reefs

Now back to Kopp methodically scraping leftover paint onto the edge of a canvas day after day, month after month. These have formed rough, brightly coloured accumulations of paint, now aureola that surround each one of the Icon paintings. Kopp explains:

The encrusting oil paint on the central paintings of the show – Take Time I, II and III – are several years’ worth of palette-scrapings, slowly built up, collecting time, like a coral reef. Each blob is the trace of a particular day or two of painting. The portrait is then painted in the centre, which is left more or less clean and flat. After the sitting, the image is built up over months, refined in countless layers and then surrounded by precious metals like gold, palladium and platinum.
The portrait part of the painting kind of sits in the background when the metal is first applied, but there comes a moment when the portrait moves forward and is more dominant than it?s surroundings. This is to do with the absolute opacity and brightness of the metal leaf. It dominates the picture plane and the portraits initially look like they lie below this shiny surface. Only after a few dozen layers and glazes do they suddenly emerge, taking on a sculptural quality and visually pushing the bright metal into the background.
Making these very laboured heavy framings can take two to three years and it?s fun to watch them evolve and slowly accumulate and develop a life of their own. I like the notion of time as an ingredient. Looking at painting and ?taking time? as a maker and as a viewer.

We imagine the artist coming to contemplate or scrutinize the portrait again and again over months always adding another ounce of paint on the edge like hanging a small jewel or trinket on an Icon. For the viewer the ?coral reef ? accumulation can be perceived as the organic matter that gave birth to the image or the inverse: a dissolving process whereby the image or subject gradually decays back into the primal paint substance. The surrounding material can be seen as the non-subjective, abstract prolongation of the initial moment of the sitting.

The New You

After growing up in Germany, Kopp moved to New Zealand where he lived in a communal flat in an old hosiery factory in the centre of the capital city of Wellington from 2001-2004:

?basically it was 30 people sharing one stove and two bathrooms on two floors.?I had a very big studio and I lived at the hub of a community of dancers, filmmakers and painters.?

All the portraits in the New You series were members of his community from that period which formed an eclectic international mix including childhood friends as well as his brother and sister. Each portrait has a carefully prepared surface under-painted with coloured and gold glazes that seep through the edges of what appears to be a monochrome grey background. This creates a neutral setting, one free from status symbols and tradition.

The Factory functioned as an extended stopover, a branch to rest upon in the lives of each one of these artists. From there they would either strive or continue to struggle or perhaps drop out of the art scene altogether. Kopp?s individual renderings seem to reveal something of the past, present, and future of each of them, an image fixed in time but where the subject is just about to shift positions, stand up and take a further step along their life trajectory.

Elective Affinities

When not at home in the Highlands of Scotland, Kopp is in constant movement and his field of observation is vast and rapidly changing. He is a world traveler. Observing friends at work, writers, musicians, dancers, actors, and film directors is an essential part his creative process.

The happenstance that brings two people together on this planet is already mysterious; what then creates a bond between them is still more so. In The Elective Affinties (Die Wahlverwandtschaften -1809) Goethe tried to or pretended to try (some say he was only using it as a structural device) to demonstrate that emotional attachment was based on chemical affinity and not on free choice. Ironically, Cage might have found in Goethe?s formulae yet another generator of what he referred to as randomness. For Cage abandoning choice for chance was a way to greater freedom, freedom from Will.

Kopp?s choice of models in the present show seems to be guided by both chance and affinity. One of his most frequent models is an Indian-American designer and actor Waris Ahluwalia who also figures among the Icon paintings. There is a strong bond between these two human beings; some would say strong chemistry, with no deliberate reference to Goethe.

But to conclude this essay without delving further into the unfathomable question of free will: here we stand in a gallery full of portraits of people whom, for the most part, we do not know. They are strangers; we have no pre-conceived notions about them as individuals. We don?t know what drew Kopp to these particular people, why they or we for that matter are all together in this room on this day. What is the level of determinacy in Kopp?s choice of models? What is the level of determinacy in our attraction and fascination with them?

Though they won?t be answered immediately we can begin to formulate questions. An art gallery is a rare haven, a heterotopia, where empathy can occur between people, especially when judgment is, momentarily at least, suspended and you become immersed in the paintings. The most important with the exhibition Take Time is to take time, to wander around the gallery and to get know the unknown faces and to look carefully, look deeply, look at the portraits as landscapes of the soul.

Denise Wendel-Poray 26 September 2016

Denise Wendel-Poray is a Canadian writer, curator and critic holding degrees from Yale University, McGill University and the ?cole Normale de Musique. Formerly an opera singer she performed principal roles throughout Europe (Convent Garden, l?Op?ra de la Bastille, Th??tre du Ch?telet). She is the author and editor of books and essays concerning the relationship between art, theatre and music. (Frauen-liebe und Leben, Hatje-Cantz, 2013 and the forthcoming Painting The Stage: 200 Years of Stage Design by Artists from Schinkel to Kentridge, 2017). She has been curator and music advisor for the Wilhelm Lehmbruck Museum in Duisburg Germany and guest lecturer on stage d?cor at the Kunstakademie in D?sseldorf. As a journalist she has contributed to Opera Canada Magazine, ArtPress, Art Review and the Wiener Kurier.

Sandro Kopp?s Calling ? Poems to Love, Lives and Looking
by Bill Arning, accompanying the exhibition FEEDBACKLOOP at FIVE11

Sandro Kopp?s practice aspires to the forever-unreachable, yet much aspired to goal of ?The Truth in Painting.? His modestly scaled canvases are based in painting but not in any way constrained by the medium?s formidable history. Instead, they are freely augmented by sound, video, cyber communication realities and the unlimited intimacies of close friendships. Painting, and the particularly fraught relationship of portraiture to the truth of the person depicted, are poked and prodded by Kopp in all his choices. What begins for Kopp as an organic process of engaging interesting and beloved people takes on a philosophical gravitas when considered within the rubric of our demands on the medium of painting for otherwise inexpressible truths.

Painterly truth always runs aground on the place where human vision hits a limit; our eyes, our comprehension and our memories are naturally finite in terms of information and detail. When we attempt to earn access to ever-greater painterly truths, we reveal only the imperfections of our visual acumen and our scopic machines. Visual data that is infinitely recoupable, enlargeable and searchable exists only in the cyber realm, not in biologically based vision.

The scientific truth that the human eye?s evolutionary origin is as an extruded piece of the brain is the reason the eye itself is seen as the model of rationality. In recent decades, the tricks and failures of the eyes have taken on a profound fascination for both artists and philosophers, and each of Kopp?s works embrace and exemplify several of those intellectual conundrums.

Kopp is best known for his signature method of painting portraits not from the traditional in-person sittings amplified by consulting photographs, but through the simulacrum of contact known as Skype, (the video chat service that lets you see who you are talking to as big as your computer screen is.) The illusion of actual in-person discussion is better every year.

For those of us raised with the science fiction promise of videophones, this day was always imminent; now it’s here, and it is indeed a marvelous development. Kopp?s studio is in Northern Scotland, far from any recognized art capitol. And while the location serves the seductive myth of the artist as mystic hermit, Kopp?s art is nothing if not social – the walls of his exhibitions are crowded with personalities, or occasionally beloved stuffed animals that channel their humans? spirits.

For anyone who has, like Kopp, led a peripatetic life and who has people they care about scattered hither and yon, the ability to chat face-to-face in real time is a blessing, and his shows make manifest the human desire to gather the tribes of those we love around us. Skype becomes an endlessly addictive pastime, and while new platforms are popping up daily (FaceTime, Google Hangouts) we can rest assured that these will be ever improving in terms of quality. If only because the global sex industry tends to invest heavily in making every simulation of human contact more real ? the resources available from that side are staggering.

This new reality we must remember was the stuff of science fiction not that long ago. Consider the film that seems to have predicted the future best, 2001 a Space Odyssey. To make that great film in which writer Arthur C. Clarke and director Stanley Kubrick met with researcher Marvin Minsky at MIT to ask what the not yet real technology that was going to be called ?computer? might be able to look like and do. In the film Interstellar, travel is no problem at all, yet the video chat interface as shown is cumbersome, grainy and flawed. The new wearable computing power of the next generation of Apple watches was something only Dick Tracy in the comics had. The actual manifestation of next wave tech is sure to startle even professional futurists.

The art of portraiture in all media hits the limit of our brain’s ability to hold the complex thought “I am looking at an arrangement of colors on a surface that creates for me a semblance of someone I recognize” rather than “that is?Aunt Alice” or “that is?President Obama.” The complement “you really captured them” has so many odd implications, the most fortuitous is that people?s likenesses are by their nature born fugitive. A subject?s truths will do their best to elude you. The same has always been true with technological representations of human presence. Telephones were redesigned to be more face-like so new users could accept that the tiny voice on the other end really was their Grandma.

Kopp?s subjects are artists and intimate friends. Many are well known enough that they can safely be said to have constructed public personas that are layered with their other selves, which Kopp knows as a friend. That they are famous as well as creative puts Kopp into a fascinating trajectory, which traces from Sir Joshua Reynolds to Elizabeth Peyton, in which the constructedness of the subjects’ personas is made in direct analogy to the way the painter constructs their likenesses. In the case of Kopp, he is focusing on visually taking the arrangement of colors down to its core arrangements, showing painting progresses as a continuum with portrait panels that are almost fully abstract, the colors in classic modernist grid, tilted toward the cool purple blue of the computer screen.

The process by which Kopp paints is rarely evident just from looking at the finished works, but the sense is clear that their likenesses are not made from looking at a single static photographic image. That these are sittings over-time is evident even in the single panels, with a woozy sense of flowing words and glances between model and artist. There are hints of the volleys of conversation ? these are but an approximate blending of multiple moments extracted from the stream.? The nature of painted portraits is characterized by the period of time in which artist and sitter needed to linger near one another, in order for the artist to visually observe the sitter, to either describe in paint ? realistically or metaphorically ? the aspects of that human’s appearance that would convey a truth.? The model is almost always talking, to not die of boredom or discomfort, except when to do so would alter the details visually needed by the artist – tales of harsher painters who allow their sitters no distraction are the stuff of art historical malicious gossip.

Viewers? desire to peak behind the studio door and survey the dynamic between sitter and artist. This prurient desire is also teased and satisfied by Kopp. This relation is historically constructed as a seduction, whatever the actual erotics between artist and model. Kopp has engaged that exchange in an ongoing series of nudes in landscapes employing his Skype methodology.

During some sittings Kopp has recorded the sessions and will show them in the split screen form that video chats on Skype have, which today always show both speaker and listener – the better to keep us all reminded that the cameras are, in a sense, always on. In these video-documents the painter is never less than charming even when jousting verbally with the sitter and brings to the fore what Kopp feels for his friends. Even the studio sounds ? the literal scraping of paint across a surface ? will be present in Kopp?s exhibition; an ambient and remixed environment. This studio, that according to the artist few art worldly folks have ever journeyed to physically enter, is in Kopp?s shows an unusually public place, typified by a lively interchange with the outside world.

The phrase, “The Truth in Painting” derives from a letter Cezanne wrote to Emile Bernard in 1905 that states, “I owe you the Truth in Painting and I will tell it to you.” The ambiguities and valences of the phrase are dense enough that Jacques Derrida wrote a long four essay book taking the words apart and recombining their potential meanings. While Derrida’s turf is language, specifically why a painter is telling rather than showing a truth, Kopp’s work provides a similarly dense discursive field. In Derrida, “The Truth in Painting” cannot be apprehended without considering all the aspects that make the fact of a painting visible ? the frames, both physical and metaphorical. While Derrida died before the idea of a portrait via Skype was possible, it is tempting to use a few deconstructive techniques to look at Kopp.

Cezanne and Manet changed the way the world is understood to look. They provided the impetus for a robust analysis of both the phenomenological sense of how human vision is in fact constructed, the slippages on the edges of our visual field and the nature of human attention.? As photographic techniques became widely available, they were seen as arbiters of truth – far better than the eye. Even to this day, painted images that resemble photographs are seen as remarkable for their affinity to reality, even though photographic images function in the way that two human eyes deliver external reality to our brains. Yet when I chat with Sandro Kopp in his painting studio, his realness and his verisimilitude is outstanding and remarkable. Skype chats are more real than real.

A quick Internet research mission to understand how Kopp can talk in Scotland and see my facial expression in real time in Texas requires some serious reading beyond my level of scientific literacy. For the image to travel that quickly, it needs to jump in and out of supernodes at the speed of light. Individual bits of information travel indirectly between us, and there is not a single fiber optics cable that traverses the real space between us. Yet these visits feel real, and if asked I say that I have visited his studio.

When visual artists started foregrounding reproductive technology, be that Roy Lichtenstein?s dot matrix or Andy Warhol?s imitation of Xerox, the knowledge that our visual landscape was made up of dots and slippery images was startling. Now the flawed seams of reproductive regimes are ever harder to see; yet even school kids know now that when Facetiming with their parents on their smart phones, visual illusions of reality are a birthright and the apparatus is increasingly invisible, and therefore unquestionable.

So when Kopp, after several years of successfully painting the real via Skype, starts breaking down these images into broad, folky-feeling squares ? poetic, soft and seductive ? is this not a falling away from the celebration of the miraculous futures we get to inhabit?

Instead, I see the resolving into chunky squares of seductively subtle colors as an aphoristic poem of sorts and in homage to the flawed machines that are our receptors, our eyes, our heart?s memories. The search for truth in painting still calls Kopp, but its attainment is fragmentary, and always incomplete. The sounds and smells of the actual people vanish and can be reclaimed only in parts. What we are left with is a reminder that human contact is the desire that gives lives meaning.

The most intimate view of the faces that embody the most charged and psychologically complex relationship remains finite. Although these faces shape every aspect of our sense of our lives, more cannot be known or experienced more deeply by looking ?harder.?

Waking up inches away from the face of the love of our lives or kneeling beside the body of a dying parent does not add insight proportionate to the visual information we garner and commit to memory. We repeatedly hit the soft edges of the truth of the visual world, the edges of what representations can do for our hearts. Our Facebook pages and Instagram feeds are merely evidence of how hard-wired for connection human beings are.

Kopp reveals a process, a belief and an ideology through sharing so much of his process and world in this exhibition. These are poems to the intertwined nature of love, lives and looking, and they stand as a tribute to the joys and limits of our frail visual machines.

Bill Arning is the director of the Contemporary Arts Museum Houston. After arriving in Texas in?2009, Arning organized solo exhibitions of Marc Swanson, Melanie Smith,?Matthew Day Jackson, and the late Stan VanDerBeek. Jackson and VanDerBeek were jointly organized with the MIT List Visual Arts Center where Arning was?curator from 2000-2009. At MIT he organized shows of AA Bronson, Cerith Wyn Evans, and a retrospective of the work of Kate Ericson and Mel Ziegler. From 1985 to 1996, Arning was director of White Columns in New York City where he organized groundbreaking first solo shows for many of the best known artists of his generation including John Currin, Marilyn Minter, Andres Serrano, Richard Phillips, Cady Noland, and Jim Hodges, among many others.?In 1993 Arning organized the first exhibition about gender and sexuality in South America,?Maricas?at the Center Cultural Ricardo Rojas?at the University of Buenos Aires?and Powerful Babies-the Impact of Keith Haring on Art Today, at the?Spritsmuseum, Stockholm.

Arning has written on art for journals such as Artforum, Art in America,?Out,?and?Parkett, and multitudes of international museum publications, including texts for retrospectives of Jim Hodges, Keith Haring, Christian Jankowski, and Donald Moffett as well as other writing for books by?Elmgreen?and?Dragset?and Lawrence Rinder.?He?has written an?essay on the art market and?AIDS for the upcoming publication?ArtAIDSAmerica?being organized by the Tacoma Art Museum. ?Arning?co-organzied?with curator Elissa Auther and the Museum of Contemporary Art Denver a survey exhibition?Marilyn Minter: Pretty/Dirty?and also the first?large scale?museum exhibition of Mark Flood, entitled?Gratest Hits?in 2016.

Sandro Kopp ANALOGUE
by Carolin Ackermann

The invention of photography precipitated a crisis for painting in general and portrait painting in particular, as photography was quicker, more comfortable and more accurate. Unsurprisingly, these characteristics made it the medium of predilection for the rational, normative times of industrialisation. While science found its tool par exellence in photography?s seemingly un-negotiable objectivity, painters used photograhy and subsequently electronic media not only as a model for the reproduction of reality but also as a tool to question what we understand as reality. A portrait serves as representation and biography, as document and theatre of the self. The question it raises is: Who is this person? Sandro Kopp’s portraits offer a transfiguration of this question and hence of our conception of Being.

It seems anachronical at first glance to encounter a contemporary painter whose medium is oil and whose mode is the live sitting, but Sandro Kopp’s investigation of the portrait is relevant to our time, as he seeks to understand the experience of the present and of presence, the metaphysical question of what is. He combines the old-fashioned technique of oil-painting with one of the most dominant contemporary media: Skype video chat. Skype lets you spend time with the people you love who are far away. It allows you to deny the distance for a second, but only to painfully remind you of it a second later. You might see your loved one’s face, hear their voice, but you can neither touch nor smell them, nor look them straight in the eyes. Once you accept that you are looking at a box of light and colour instead of at the physical person, it is suddenly a reminder of the person?s absence rather than their presence. In this respect, it is not dissimilar from other forms of mediation, for example painting. So how do you depict the presence of a person when you are presented only with their absence? And what can it teach us about presence?

Sandro Kopp’s portraits of people who are literally and figuratively more or less close to him invite the virtual space into painting and reflect the distorted quality of mediation. He accepts the deficiency of digital transmission and invites it into his depiction. Sometimes to an extent where a painting is made up of vertical and horizontal colour patches that evoke the form of a person and emulate the pixelised image that is sometimes caused by a bad internet connection. It is virtually impossible to recognize the person depicted, but we do know that they have been there, somewhere behind the fog of the binary code. Their presence is undeniable and unattainable at once. This also hints at another understanding of the actual presence: the superposition of two forms of mediation, video-chat and painting, reflects on the painter?s gaze as a third medium that already comports the distortion of subjectivity. Rather than asking whether the subject of the painting is represented truthfully or whether the painter has accurately reproduced what he saw, we are pushed to wonder what we see and how we come to consider our perception is the truth.? The question is not anymore: Who is she? But: What version of herself is she? It throws us back to the multiplicity of possibilities of what a person can be.

By using the contemporary technology of video-chat in the live sittings Kopp goes beyond painting purely from the physical presence and moves on to exhibiting a situation of communication. In several of his paintings shown here we can see references to the painter?s presence through his absence. As a squared patch of light reflected on the iris of “Terence”, as a reflection of the screen on the glasses of “Maria”,? or even as an actual although abstract self-portrait within the screen that is reflected in the mirror behind “Dulce”.? We are reminded of the dimension of dialogue, the fact that the painting has been produced between two people. The positions of subject and object present themselves fundamentally entangled. The question is not anymore: Who is she? but:” Who are they?. We are reminded that identity is not only located within the self, but is always already determined by the Other.

In contrast to painting from photography, Kopp paints not only one moment but several moments from a moving image, which is a sequence of multiple images. But unlike the cinematographic image, which is a register of the invariable past, the interactive image is as much unforeseeable as it is random. With each brush stroke the painter is chasing the present moment but is never able to attain its full representation, as it changes to the next present moment. His paintings are condensing time and layering it onto a canvas. The question is not anymore: Who is she? but: Who is she becoming?. Rather than of immutability, his paintings are mirrors of incessant change.

All of these questions are contained in the series ?Caro and Cy?. In this series Kopp painted twelve pictures of two people over a period of twelve months: A heavily tattooed man on the right and a fair-skinned woman on the left, whose hair gets shorter and more colourful in each frame. Whereas her physical appearance is different in every painting, his body is already marked as diffe

Essay accompanying the exhibition THERE YOU ARE at Lehmann Maupin
by Hilton Als

You see too little. No sooner do you tumble out of bed than your eyes search for some means of connection, words that describe yourself to yourself: Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr: You don?t know what you look like. You don?t know what shape you present to the world. You don?t know what your eyes say, since they never look up; like Narcissus you are always looking down at your reflection, but instead of water, it?s a Blackberry screen. You talk too much. No sooner do the words tumble out than they devolve into meaningless sound-symbols signifying the busy work of thinking, of being, of feeling, while doing very little of the above. You lack half-wit. You plug into your day like another appliance: a double pronged, bi-pedaling thing immune to sensation you cannot mitigate through a television screen, a computer screen, an iPad screen, mobile phones. You don?t know what your mouth looks like as it shapes the words that tell you about the world in which you assume you have a place because you share the same language?sort of. What about the language of the soul? Individuality? That which our individual bodies sing only to ourselves? What about all that Walt Whitman gave us when he wrote, ?I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/ And what I assume you shall assume,/ For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.? You can?t celebrate yourself because you don?t know yourself, trapped in that net of beeping words.

Given that words too often supersede handmade visuals?paintings, drawings, sculpture, and so on?how to make those visuals matter? That is, how to contemporize painting, say, or, more specifically, return it to the level of discussion it engendered fifty years ago, before our world went mad with beeps, and biomorphic forms and various color fields and portraiture and drips and concentric circles inspired conversation, too. In recent years, the brilliant English artist, David Hockney, in addition to his work on canvas, has begun to use the iPhone as another canvas. Every day, via this Apple method, he sends images to twelve or so friends?still-lifes, landscapes, self-portraits, whatever he comes up with that day. By using an electronic tool for communication, instead of the transmission of more information, Hockney subverts standard use, and marries the artist’s hand to what can’t be avoided?our contemporary world?and what we misuse: apparatuses like the iPhone that allow us to spread more and more blather.

In Sandro Kopp?s recent painting, ?Mum,? a dark-haired woman sits in a room. She looks as if she?s lit from within. She has a long face, and she wears a headphone?the most modern of accessories. She?s looking down, and to the side of the visual field. But at what? She?s thin, and her body communicates that she is trying to communicate something, but what? In Sandro Kopp?s painting, ?Viktor and Rolf,? two men sit against a white wall. The wall looks as if it?s lit from within. Both men are thin?one more than the other?and their silence is palpable. It is a silent painting, made electric through light, and brushwork: patches of lit heaviness alternating with dark shapes that communicate something about his subjects’ bodies, they?re being joined, but in what way? They, too, look a bit off center?which is to say, it appears they are, and aren?t looking at the artist, all at once. In Sandro Kopp?s painting, ?Maria,? we see a woman?s head. She seems to be lit from within. Brown hair frames a facial plane composed of lines made out of strong brushstrokes. Who is Maria? What accounts for the sensuality of her lips, the wry intelligence in her eyes? And why does she look as if she is and isn?t looking at the artist? In Sandro Kopp?s recent paintings, the sitter poses in a field of ether. The artist works in collaboration with his subjects, but at a remove: they pose in the terrible intimacy and distance that Skype affords them. Kopp can talk to his subjects, certainly, as they adjust their eyes to the image of the artist recording who they are, or thought they were, or who Kopp sees them as, but he can only touch you through paint, through his attention, and his various descriptions, on and off the canvas – seeing through modern technology, but transmogrified, somehow, through the artist?s eyes, which is where vision belongs. Like Hockney before him, Kopp?s work isn?t just about painting – that is, the image qua image – but about how to incorporate the artist?s subjectivity with a modern contrivance, thus not only making painting matter in a post-Impressionist world, but the better to show ourselves to ourselves in a framework we understand: that distant and close world where talk is cheap, but it doesn?t have to be, and paint communicates our inner silence, the only vocabulary worth knowing.

Before coming to The New Yorker, Hilton Als was a staff writer for the Village Voice and an editor-at-large at Vibe. He has also written articles for The Nation and collaborated on film scripts for ?Swoon? and ?Looking for Langston.?
Als edited the catalogue for the Whitney Museum of American Art exhibition entitled ?Black Male: Representations of Masculinity in Contemporary American Art,? which ran from November, 1994, to March, 1995. His first book, ?The Women,? a meditation on gender, race, and personal identity, was published in 1996.
In 1997, the New York Association of Black Journalists awarded Als first prize in both Magazine Critique/Review and Magazine Arts and Entertainment. He was awarded a Guggenheim for Creative Writing in 2000 and the George Jean Nathan Award for Dramatic Criticism for 2002-03. In 2009, Als worked with the performer Justin Bond on ?Cold Water,? an exhibition of paintings, drawings, and videos by performers, at La MaMa Gallery. In 2010, he co-curated ?Self-Consciousness,? at the Veneklasen Werner Gallery in Berlin, and published ?Justin Bond/Jackie Curtis,? his second book.
Als has taught at Yale University, Wesleyan, and Smith College. He lives in New York City. He won the Pulitzer Prize for Criticism in 2017.

Mortal Data
by Mark Stafford, accompanying the exhibition NOT A STILL FRAME at Brachfeld

At once the most familiar and the most contradictory of paintings genres the portrait?may limit the painter’s use of abstraction. The value and pleasure of the portrait is simultaneously to draw from an individual subject or group both their psychological distinction and their representative value. A portrait is both a portrait of a subject and of her times.

Sandro Kopp’s recent skype portraits are the first examples we have of a painter who accepts and introduces into the portrait the hybrid space of the on-line. In this he follows those painters who have recognized that the extension of media, radically with photography, and subsequently with film and television, does not proscribe the significance of canvas, but rather re-defines it. In recent writings he has alluded to an intangible difference between the photograph and the presence of the sitter that he seeks to explore. Kopp’s reserve regarding the photographic image may be in order to move closer to elements in the skype call that resemble a model for an interactive cinema.

In Kopp’s investigations the instability and distortions of the data pixel is accepted as a dimension of visual experience. But for him this instability offers openings into the depiction of form and space. While the painter is clear about the personal importance that the human subjects have for him, nevertheless the portraits do not display any nostalgia for the analog or pre-virtual.

The trope that links the individual achievement of Kopp’s paintings is that of suspension. The sitter appears to move in and out of a mist of information, at one moment breathing life into the raster grid, and in the next fading back into binary difference. Most distinctively we recognize the struggle of the sitter to find the gaze of the painter. Working with the unpredictable flows of data and focus the painter attempts to free the subject from their pixel Other. In a portrait from skype the sitter cannot provide the artist with the kind of visual center point that a “from life” sitting offers. By juxtaposing “from life” and “from skype” Kopp has produced an interstitial space. A space that streaming and online media has made ubiquitous, but which the painter now asks us to try and name.

Despite his recent questioning of the relevance of photography in his own practice, the effect of technologically produced images is crucial to the significance of Kopp’s investigation. Photography changed the nature of belief in the image, producing both a new form of idolatry and a new relation to the materiality of paint. The importance of materiality in the making of an image has most recently been (re)discovered by photographers. The history of media technology teaches us that the invention of the telephone made possible the transformation of the image into a signal. Is the image in a skype conversation not a form of idolatry, trying to make us believe that the voice we are listening to is present? I have said that these portraits are without nostalgia for the analog or pre-virtual, but they do (inadvertently perhaps) produce nostalgia for life. The lives we led before the socializing of the media, when are friends and family really, went away, vanished.

In this personal archive of family and friends Kopp has depicted our hybrid existence, our new frame, our new country where the Other is almost always accessible.? Nomadism has led us into this strange country where no one is fully at home but everyone has equal status as a resident. The pathos of these portraits is that, aware of the context of their creation, we know that we have been deprived of the conversation that partly created them. Paint has sealed them in a real silence that virtuality abhors. To be painted is anathema for a pixel, it (im)mortalizes data.

The art theorist ( can the visitor to today’s gallery avoid being one ?) knows that the photograph, or rather the photographic apparatus ( following Jonathan Crary and Vilhelm Flusser)? generated in painting a new figure -? identified by that most brilliant?of all commentators on painting, Charles Baudelaire – as the Painter of Modern Life.? Is there not a link between the flaneur and the surfer, the dandy of the digital, always open to new forms of extension and presentation. To create a surface evocative of data shifts requires an agility and tolerance of restlessness. This “sketchiness” places the work in an unexpected but genuine relation to nineteenth century drawing or everyday scenes.

The nomadism that skype sustains and serves finds its apotheosis in the desire of this painter to bring the constant flow of data to a timeless halt. A painted portrait is the record of a time that never existed, this is what painting gained from the time of the photograph,? a moment that will never return. For a painter who wishes to paint contemporary life the challenge is to find a momentum of creation that responds to the speed of events. And the speed of everyday life – immediacy – is a form of destruction. The destruction of time that? social bonds and links require in order to emerge.

When Kopp refers to the “intangible” it is not the difference between the photographic image and the skype-image, but rather he is finding the unnameable place in his own experience. The intangible refers to his? own struggle to present different and contradictory experiences of painting. His artistic wager is to see whether the tensions within his practice are useable as a metaphor for the contradictions that emerge in the use of social media.? In the pleasure he takes portraying those who he loves and admires he has staged our everyday uncertainties about time and place. The paradoxical way in which we attempt to stay in touch reveal and disguise our moments of subjective instability and isolation.

Mark Stafford?is a Faculty Member of the Photography and Related Media Department of both the School of Visual Arts and the Parsons School of Design (New York) He also teaches in the Design and Technology Program of the New School University (New York). His research involves the relation of psychoanalysis to contemporary technology and art. He is the editor of “Being Human:The Technological Extensions of the Human Body” with Paola Mieli and Jacques Houis (Marsilio-Apres-Coup Editions)