Ray Johnson

WHITNEY MUSEUM OF AMERICAN ART

Despite the fact that his career spanned nearly fifty years, much of it spent in New York and in contact with the most important artists of his day, Ray Johnson has long been famous for being famously unknown. If at times he resented this contradiction, it was also something he relished, refusing to behave in regular-artist ways. He turned down shows, declined interviews, and refused sales. And even though he produced a few trademark images and techniques (his Ignatz-like bunny heads, his clunky yet precise calligraphy, his rubber stamps), none of his works has passed into the common image bank like those of so many of his peers.

More often than not, Johnson's obscurity was deliberately and lovingly cultivated, and his hermetic systems, running gags, and visual twists and turns, can be off-putting at first encounter. When this motley group of oddball items are seen as a group, the logic of his aesthetic begins to make much more sense. Organized by Donna De Salvo (curator at large of the Wexner Center for the Arts, where the show will travel), the Whitney's retrospective, the first comprehensive look at the artist's multifaceted output since his death in 1995, offers a valuable opportunity to glimpse the scope of Johnson's project. Yet it also seems clear that for Johnson meaning resided in his practice, in the circulation of his work. This aspect of his art is nearly impossible to capture in a museum exhibition, and in some ways this show doesn't even make the attempt. It strives to present Johnson as a fit object of study - a serious artist. It's clear that he was that, but also much more.

On one level, walking through the Whitney's show makes for a revealing recap of the concerns and formal approaches common to artists of the '50s and early '60s. Like Johns, Rauschenberg, and Warhol, Johnson belonged to a generation that found a way out of Abstract Expressionism though a democracy of content and artistic influences as well as styles of working that, for all their playfulness, were deliberate and controlled. This generation had no qualms about looking at comic strips or experimenting in graphic design. Johnson attended Black Mountain College and claimed to have studied "mostly with Josef Albers." Once he arrived in New York, he developed friendships with Warhol and Joseph Cornell. This unlikely triumverate seems to have served as his most important set of influences. But Johnson's work is interesting less for the ways in which he honored Albers, Warhol, and Cornell than for how he disrupted every artistic idea he dealt with. His formalism is laced with in-jokes and cartoony imagery, his pop personal and intimate, his surrealist tendencies pursued at such a glacial pace that they end up having very little to do with the unconscious. He took the Zen-derived notions of acceptance and impermanence that Cage pursued and stood them on their head. He delighted in mistakes, slips of the tongue or pen, yet maintained a tight control over everything that subsequently happened to his work.

Shortly after moving to New York in 1948, Johnson abandoned painting, destroyed many of his previous works, and focused his talents on collage. He continued to explore this medium for the rest of his life, developing a highly idiosyncratic approach both to his content and materials. Early on, in works he dubbed "moticos," Johnson worked directly, cutting and pasting images from magazines and newspapers. As time went on, however, each gesture became more considered and distanced from the source material. He would draw a squiggle and then photocopy the drawing, paste the result onto board, and sand the image until it nearly disappeared. This procedure would be repeated over and over until the gesture and the chronology of the piece became impossible to disentangle. Johnson would work and rework his collages, which ultimately left many of them airless in their intricacy. These pieces were his official art, the stuff he showed and sold. It was clear that Johnson wanted his talent recognized by the art world at large, but he chafed at the closed nature of the gallery system, and developed a way out through his mailings. This split is quite marked in the Whitney show, where the early rooms, dominated by the collages, feel pious and a little dull. The show picks up energy once it moves into the early '60s, where a series of vitrines, filled with Johnson's correspondence, make the energy of the entire show jump a few notches.

Johnson had been sending things to friends and acquaintances for years, but by the late '50s, this activity began to take on new dimensions in his work. The messages in individual pieces became more complex and allusive, and more people were let in on the game. He regulated his mailing activities by having one person send mail to another. Dubbed the "New York Correspondence School" by one of its participants, the roundabout method of distribution became a way for Johnson to include admirers or banish detractors as well as dole out gifts. Bits of imagery, reviews, other people's letters, all found their way into Johnson's mailings in ways that highlighted the unique that lurked below the mundane. He collected stories of bizarre deaths (one collage includes an item about a girl who choked to death on a peanut butter sandwich) and celebrated the draftsmanship of comic artists like Ernie Bushmiller. (Johnson shared this taste for the tabloid with Warhol, yet their treatment of similar subjects could hardly be more different. Where Warhol enlarges, Johnson reduces.) The correspondence school stands in opposition to the traditional art world; perhaps its closest analogue (in the sense that it challenges the usual ways art is made, distributed, and consumed) is Warhol's factory.