I believe it is for convenience that Mueck is defined by many as hyperrealist in the books and chronicles that concern the history of contemporary art. Along with Gerard Richter, he is one of the most political artists around, and among the few artists who overturn and criticise the perfection of the image. In the case of such a shy artist — Mueck does not give interviews —, Gautier Deblonde’s film of incomparable formal elegance reveals the ritual and deeply sculptural element, rather than the bare work of the studio.
The film makes a splendid accompaniment to the exhibition — made up of just a few selected pieces that are cleverly positioned and in perfect tension — with Grazia Quaroni’s curating playing a key role. It is not the intimacy of Mueck that is revealed since, aside from the sculptural skill that puts him with the greats, it would really be time for the moderns to move over — from Rodin to Rosso, Brancusi, Giacometti — rather than hide this exquisite innate classicism, that goes back to Caravaggio or Boecklin.
Ron Mueck fortunately escapes the simplistic museum spectacle of the waxworks of Madame Tussauds or the Musée Grevin, going against the détournement of that aesthetic. His relationship with reality is not post-pop, like hyperrealism. It is, more simply, the unveiling of the wicked conscience of the image. A double funeral, where what is real challenges imitations of power. Mueck is crude, like Courbet in The Origin of the World.
It is not a specular relationship; the effect of scale and presence in his works is there to remind us that the list of operations of seeing is linked to the complexity of feeling, and that synesthesia is a consumed and invisible game of relationship. We are no longer spectators but people intent on measuring, through the paradoxical beauty of Mueck’s work, the spectral nature of our presence. Ivo Bonacorsi
Through 29 September 2013
Ron Mueck
Fondation Cartier per l'Art Contemporain
261 Boulevard Raspail, Paris