Sydney Morning Herald Column

Sydney Modern Opens at Last

Published December 6, 2022
Sydney Modern: A light on the hill or blot on the cultural landscape?

According to Premier, Dominic Perrottet, Sydney’s newest cultural attraction is set to be not only the greatest gallery in Australia, but the greatest in the world. Forget about the Louvre, the Met or the Prado, here’s Sydney Modern!

This informed and thoughtful opinion was largely echoed by the other speakers at the media preview, with the exception of Japanese architects, SANAA, who took a more modest approach. NSW Arts Minister, Ben Franklin, predicted many millions of visitors, and told us the new gallery had “the best Aboriginal art collection in the world”. Deputy Director, Maud Page, said the AGNSW had “the best curatorial team in the country”. Even trustee and First Nations artist, Tony Albert, predicted that the AGNSW would become “the most significant cultural institution in the world.”

Spacious interiors.. loads of potential, bags of charm

The new museum was consistently compared with Utzon’s Opera House, while the favourite adjectives were “wonderful”, extraordinary”, “incredible” and “profound”. Minister Franklin took the opportunity to congratulate his own party on its towering cultural achievements, including the bilion-dollar-plus debacle of the Powerhouse Museum, which should rightly be spoken of in terms of shame and embarrassment. It had the added effect of making the government’s $244 million contribution to Sydney Modern look niggardly.

Why does Sydney always do this boastful, foolish, ignorant stuff? Sydney Modern may be an impressive building, but it will not make the AGNSW into the greatest gallery in the world, or even Australia. An art museum is judged primarily by its collection, not its architecture, and the Sydney’s collection is only the fourth largest in Australia, after Melbourne, Adelaide and Canberra. It might also be argued that it is fourth in terms of scope and quality, but I’ll leave that for the time being. As for the AGNSW’s Aboriginal art collection, it may register even further down the honour board when one considers the quality of work in Brisbane, Darwin and Perth. Oh, and if the curatorial team is so great, why aren’t they allowed to do more exhibitions?

It was sheer vulgarity for Sydney Modern to be launched with such an orgy of self-congratulation and hyperbole, because on first impressions there’s a lot to like about this bright, spacious building for which we’ve been waiting so long.

People huddle together in these vast open spaces

The architects have rejected the convention that once saw art museums as fortresses intended to keep the outside world at bay. The long-accepted global standard has been the ‘white cube’ pioneered by New York’s Museum of Modern Art in the 1930s, but SANAA has opened up the museum, allowing outside views and abundant natural light.

The high ceilings and massive glass windows project a feeling of lightness and transparency. The pale colours – white, beige and café latte – feel markedly more friendly and welcoming than the neo-classical exterior of the old Art Gallery of New South Wales. It’s only upon further exploration that one realises most of the exhibition spaces are still closed boxes, with the much-vaunted basement gallery, the Tank, being positively gothic. There is a new philosophy of the museum to found within this architecture, although not one that avoids controversy or inconsistency.

Welcome to Sydney Modern, puny humans..

The puzzle begins with the so-called Welcome Plaza, in which we find the first of a series of special commissions: Here Comes Everybody, a trio of large, grotesque sculptures by New Zealand artist, Francis Upritchard. There’s been a great deal of talk about these bronze figures, which look like monsters borrowed from a Peter Jackson fantasy film. They inevitably make a statement, but it’s not clear what that statement might be.

The main idea seems to have been to avoid the soft option of using an abstract sculpture for a public space. But how are we to understand these Frankenstein creations that guard the entrance? Rather than extend a welcoming hand, they could be designed to scare visitors away. They resemble nothing so much as the horror movie creation, Slender Man, although they might also be modelled on lanky Premier Perrottet.

The other unsettling aspect of the entrance court is the roof, which resembles the cheap, corrugated fibreglass one might find in a suburban backyard. Even on an overcast day this wavy, plastic-looking canopy was allowing in a lot of heat. On a hot summer’s day the courtyard will be a furnace. It’s a complaint that might be levelled at most of the gallery’s outside reception areas, which are exposed to the sun (and latterly, the rain) in a way that will discourage al fresco activities.

Yiribana Gallery, rescued from the basement at last

Matters improve as soon as one goes through the front door. The gallery interiors, with their thin tiles and rammed earth walls are exceptionally beautiful. This is the bit that will make visitors pause and go: “Oooh, ahhh!”. It’s only gradually one realises the spacious feeling of the entrance level is partly due to the absence of works of art. It’s a pattern repeated throughout a building in which transitionary spaces aspire to the spaciousness of public plazas. By way of compensation the galleries themselves are crammed with paintings, sculptures, photos and installations.

In a curvy, translucent module on the left of the entrance we find the bookshop, on the right there is the Yiribana Gallery, transplanted from its ignominous basement location in the old building and given a new prominence. This is entirely appropriate given the world’s awakened interest in all things Indigenous. Aboriginal art is one of the few truly original cultural expressions in this country, and the first thing most overseas visitors wish to see.

Inside the Yiribana Gallery one finds a busy, packed display of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander work. It feels like a sampler of the collection, setting a pattern that will be repeated in gallery after gallery.

Lisa Reihana’s GROUNDLOOP, with interfering column

Last week, when someone in Adelaide asked me what Sydney Modern had planned for its big opening exhibition, I realised there had been no announcement whatsoever along these lines. What we get instead is a pot-pourri of artworks, some familiar, many of them recent acquisitions. Pieces such as Lisa Reihana’s massive video, GROUNDLOOP, or Archive of Mind, a huge round table by Kim Soo-ja, where visitors can sit and play with balls of clay, have an overwhelming, instant impact. The potential probem is that even the most dazzling works tend to lose their allure after several viewings.

In an age of short attention spans, Sydney Modern has opted for a policy of novelty and variety. Aside from the Yiribana Gallery, there is no chronological or geographical logic to the hang. It’s pure entertainment. This may seem like a policy designed to appeal to a broad, popular audience, but the museum that neglects dedicated exhibitions risks invoking a law of diminishing returns when it comes to long-term visitation. The emphasis on installations from the collection and special commissions denotes a willingness to treat the gallery as a glorified trophy cabinet.

Although there is a huge amount of glass overlooking Woolloomooloo Bay, the views are surprisingly limited. A large cylindrical module that houses a café on level -1, blocks out a key glimpse of the harbour.

Sydney Modern packs it all in

There is much less exhibition space than might be expected for such a vast building, and the giant proportions are not always conducive to the sympathetic display of works. Everybody who has ever hung an exhibition knows that a big painting is best viewed in a confined space, and the large pictures hung on the long, rammed earth wall on Levels -1 and -2 look like postage stamps. Aida Tomescu’s abstract triptych, Sewn onto stones in the sky (2019), tends to lose its power in such an arrangement, while Takashi Murakami’s wretched Japan Supernatural – commissioned in 2019 for an as-yet-undisclosed, multimillion dollar sum – seems more frivolous than ever.

The display called Making Worlds on Level -1, is the proverbial dog’s morning repast, with the most diverse works jostling against each other in a way that defies logic. I couldn’t see what Cy Twombly’s Three studies from the Temeraire, had to do with a group of colourful woven ceremonial obects by Kimberley artist, Roy Wiggan. I couldn’t see how Mikala Dwyer’s anarchic installation, The divisions and subtractions, related to anything else in a very crowded room. When obvious taxonomies are abandoned the only apparent reason for a work’s inclusion is that the curators liked it.

The closest approach to an actual exhibition is a display called Dreamhome: Stories of Art and Shelter, put together by senior curator, Justin Paton. The publicity release tells us what it’s about: “Artists reflect on ‘home’ from their own richly local perspectives, while also registering shared hopes and anxieties that are felt in many places at this time.”

In every Dreamhome, an art ache

The theme is broad enough to take in just about anything, but it’s characteristic that the show is about the concept of ‘home’ rather than the actual city in which the work is being shown. One of the abiding policies of Sydney Modern seems to be that Australian and international art are to be promiscuously intermingled at every opportunity. This globalising principle extends to the kinds of art being shown, from tiny drawings by American outsider artist, James Castle, to Guts, a vertiginous installation by another American artist, Samara Golden, which uses mirrors to transform a single room into an infinite tower block.

It’s an idiosyncratic selection, which is preferable to a procession of fashionable names. Nevertheless, the “home” idea feels a little makeshift for a gallery that has been almost a decade in the planning.

Samara Golden’s ‘Guts’ (2022), a crowd-pleaser

I’ll save a more detailed discussion of the commissioned works for another occasion, but it’s impossible to overlook Adrián Villar Rojas’s installation, The End of Imagination, in the Tank – a 2,200 square-metre dungeon in which fuel was stored during World War Two. This forbidding space, still reeking of oil and rust, is now inhabited by five large sculptures that seem like remnants of some monumental catastrophe. Made from stone, metal, plastic, resin, and almost anything within the artist’s reach, they are ambiguous in form, with mechanical and organic elements imbued with a deathly presence. Lurking in the darkness, they are revealed in stages by a row of lights that track back and forth across the ceiling. It’s unashamedly theatrical, which will be a selling point for many viewers and a distinct turn-off for others.

The End of Imagination – clearly no irony intended – confirms Sydney Modern’s complete devotion to spectacle and its readiness to trash the age-old conventions of the museum. It’s going to be fun – for a while – but eventually the gallery will have to recalibrate its priorities and devote more attention to an exhibition program that has been seriously neglected while Sydney Modern fund-raising was pursued with the same single-mindedness Captain Ahab brought to his pursuit of the white whale.

Monsters in the Tank

The abiding fantasy of Sydney Modern has always been: “Build it and they will come.” Now that the building is up and running, curiosity-seekers should arrive in droves for the first six months or so, until the novelty wears off, and attendances return to present-day levels.

At this point it will become apparent that in order to justify its existence the new venture will need to attract a much bigger local audience. This can only be done with exhibitions and public programs, but even this may not cover the running costs, which will require a massive injection of funds from the state government. If the government – be it Coalition or Labor – balks at the expense, the AGNSW will be obliged to continue the onerous cycle of private fundraising that has been its major preoccupation for years, a process that can have an alienating effect on friends and supporters who are constantly being tapped for a dollar.

Let’s enjoy the moment of celebration while we can because Sydney Modern is here to stay. Despite my reservations I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a thrill from my first view of this building, with its clean, elegant interiors, and multiple surprises. All new things have a special appeal, especially after such an extended dose of anticipation. Now that the architecture is in place it’s the policies that require attention. Sydney Modern may be a fait accompli, but the work has just begun.



Published in the Sydney Morning Herald, 3 December, 2022