Suzi Gablik, Art Critic Who Took Modernism to Task, Dies at 87

Suzi Gablik, an art critic, author and theorist who once championed modernism — and was once an artist of that persuasion — but found fame when she turned against it, died on May 7 at a hospice facility in Blacksburg, Va. She was 87.

Her death was confirmed by a friend, Tacie Jones, who said Ms. Gablik had congestive heart disease.

In the mid-1950s, the art scene in New York City was small and contained, a tiny tribe where everyone knew one another. Ms. Gablik, who made literary and hallucinogenic collages of animals and nature images torn from magazines — they look like scenes from Eden, before the fall — was part of it.

Among her crowd, no one was famous yet. Jasper Johns, who was working as a clerk at Marlboro Books on West 57th Street, was her best friend; she called him “my Fred Astaire.” Robert Rauschenberg was a pal, too, and she introduced the two young artists one night, as Mr. Johns recalled recently by email, changing art history forever.

So was Ray Johnson, the mischievous avant-garde “mail” artist who inveigled art-world friends to pass along objects and messages through the post, in a lively ongoing performance piece. Mr. Johnson and Ms. Gablik once made a performance together, too, with Mr. Johnson arraying Ms. Gablik in his collages and cut-paper pieces and posing her on the streets of SoHo as if she were a human gallery.

In 1959, when she was 25, Ms. Gablik spent nine months living in the attic of René Magritte, the Belgian Surrealist, researching a book about him. They had begun an epistolary friendship in a curious way.

Ms. Gablik was having an affair with Harry Torczyner, a Belgian lawyer living in New York who was Magritte’s friend and legal adviser, and whom Ms. Gablik urged to collect more of his countryman’s work. (As a result, Mr. Torczyner would become one of the artist’s biggest collectors.) Magritte at the time was eager to have some questions answered by an American, which he posed by letter to Ms. Gablik, who was fluent in French: He loved detective stories, could they discuss? And what exactly was a hamburger?

When she broached the subject of writing a book about Magritte, he was happy to invite her into his home. There she starred in the home movies he liked to make (in one film he directed her to simulate giving birth to a tuba, which emerged from under her skirt de ella). When she found a cache of her drawings of her in the attic, he gave them to her.

It would take 10 years for her to find a publisher for the book, because no publisher would commit to an unknown author who was also an artist, as she was when she returned from Belgium. (She was also writing reviews for ARTnews and then Art in America, where she was a contributor for the next two decades. Finally published in 1970, her monograph de ella, both scholarly and intimate, was the first English-language book on Magritte, who died in 1967..

“Suzi was a true bohemian who seemed to value her friendships with artists at least as much as the career she made by writing about them,” said Deborah Solomon, the art critic, who is working on a biography of Jasper Johns. “She did not care about conflict of interest. Like Apollinaire, the great champion and friend of Picasso, she seemed to believe the more conflicts the better.”

Writing freelance art reviews is not a lucrative gig, and when in the late 1960s Ms. Gablik was evicted from her rent-controlled apartment, she moved to a bedsit in London. There she met and fell in love with John Russell, the natty and erudite art critic, then at The Sunday Times of London. Together they curated a show of Pop Art at the Hayward Gallery in London and wrote a book, “Pop Art Redefined,” published in 1969. When Mr. Russell left Ms. Gablik in 1974 for the charismatic American art historian Rosamond Bernier, whom he married in 1975, and a new job as art critic for The New York Times, she stayed behind in London and began a career as a public speaker.

At the invitation of the United States government, she began to lecture about American art around the world, an experience that altered her thinking about contemporary art. It was not just daunting but embarrassing, as she wrote later, to try to describe “some of the aggressively absurd forms of art that dominated the decade of the 1970s in America: Vito Acconci putting a match to her breast de ella and burning the hair of his chest; Chris Burden crawling half-naked across broken glass.”

She began to feel that modernism—her religion—had reached its limits. Her provocations were no longer transgressive but silly, elitist and even venal, having been co-opted by corporate sponsors and the growing art market. Her salvo of a book, “Has Modernism Failed?,” arrived with a bang in 1984, and all of a sudden she was a sought-after speaker in her own country, a dissident voice pilloried by some critics but welcomed by others.

“To the public at large, modern art has always implied a loss of craft, a fall from grace, a fraud or a hoax,” she wrote. “We may accept with good grace not understanding a foreign language or algebra, but in the case of art it is more likely, as Roger Fry once pointed out, that people will think, when confronted with a work they do not like and cannot understand. , that it was done especially to insult them.”

Decrying the pointlessness and commercialism of contemporary art was hardly a new position — Tom Wolfe had gleefully staked it out in “The Painted Word,” in 1975 — but Ms. Gablik’s book nonetheless struck a chord.

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“She turned against the prevailing art-for-art’s-sake aesthetic of the 20th century,” Ms. Solomon said, which “absolved artists of any social responsibility. She wanted art to be a force for social betterment, a view that was initially unpopular but became widespread with the rise of identity art in the 21st century.”

Suzanne Eve Gablik was born on Sept. 26, 1934, in Manhattan, the only child of Anthony Gablik, a commercial artist who worked in advertising, and Geraldine (Swartz) Gablik, a homemaker. She grew up on the Upper West Side; she spent the summer of her 16th year at Black Mountain College, the maverick art incubator in North Carolina of Rauschenberg, Buckminster Fuller, Merce Cunningham and others; and then attended Hunter College, where she studied studio art and English, graduating in 1955.

In addition to her books on Magritte and modernism, Ms. Gablik was the author of “Progress in Art” (1977), in which she argued that art making throughout history — from realism to abstraction — followed the developmental stages of human cognition laid out by Jean Piaget, the Swiss psychologist who studied the intellectual development of children. “The Reenchantment of Art” (1991) was an argument in favor of socially and spiritually engaged art.

Ms. Gablik’s memoir, “Living the Magical Life: An Oracular Adventure,” which weaves tales of her art-world youth with her evolving spirituality, was published in 2002.

Credit… Tacie Jones

In the late 1980s, Ms. Gablik took a yearlong position as a professor at Virginia Tech, in Blacksburg, Va., and left London. To finance the move, she sold the small “Flag” painting Mr. Johns had once made for her — you can see her face in the brushstrokes of the stripes, from a photo-booth strip of her he had embedded in the work —and given to her in trade for a Magritte drawing. With the proceeds, she bought a house in Virginia, where she remained until her death.

No immediate family members survive.

“In the ’60s, Suzi wrote about many of the most innovative emerging artists,” Elizabeth C. Baker, the longtime editor of Art in America, said in an interview. “Her de ella own background de ella as a working artist in the thick of things led to vivid accounts of what was going on. From the ’70s into the ’90s, she responded to a rapidly changing art world. Her powerful critiques of the art world from within her were increasingly aimed at a broader audience. Her focus on her was shifting to the ethical and political concerns that are at the forefront today.

“Suzi,” Ms. Baker added, “was a fascinating, ever-changing figure.”

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