
The Surreal Sixties —
A Fragmented Alt-History
September 25, 2025 by Saul Ostrow
Luchita Hurtado, Untitled, 1971. Oil on
canvas, 50 × 34 7/8 in. (127 × 88.6 cm). ©
The Estate of Luchita Hurtado. Courtesy The
Estate of Luchita Hurtado and Hauser &
Wirth. Photograph by Jeff McLane
I’m beginning to feel bad—the Whitney has become my institutional whipping boy; it seems to have an ingrained penchant for generating good curatorial ideas that, in the end, it proves to have misunderstood, or lacks the resources to fulfill. The press material for "Sixties Surreal" makes a forceful claim: the exhibition aims to supplement the dominant narrative of late modernism by offering a fresh perspective on “the long sixties”—the period spanning 1958 to 1974. The era is defined by disorientation, abjection, social protest, irrationality, and nontraditional spirituality. To this end, the artist roster is notably weighted toward practitioners from the Midwest—especially Chicago—and California; as such, it foregrounds these regional perspectives. Yet, many of the best-known artists also overlap with the canonical history.
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For clarity, the “surreal” in the title does not refer to Surrealism proper. Instead, the curators use it to describe how these artists responded to rapid political, social, and technological change by seeking to connect art to an increasingly dreamlike or unreal lived reality. This premise is not wholly original—art historians and critics have long explored the period’s radical pluralism and have attempted to integrate it into the standard art history. Accordingly, the curatorial team—Dan Nadel, Laura Phipps, Scott Rothkopf, Elisabeth Sussman, Kelly Long, and Rowan Diaz-Toth—seemingly set themselves a thankless task.
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Rather than re-staging the formative exhibitions—Funk (1967), Hairy Who (1966), Nuclear Vision (1967), and Human Concern/Personal Torment (1969)—that served as their source materials, the curators opted for the more standard strategy of establishing a thematic structure of their own. If I’m not mistaken, this approach mirrors art historians’ standard methodology of imposing a stable exclusionary interpretative framework onto a period whose nature was inherently contradictory and recursive. The show is organized around five intersecting themes: the mutation and Americanization of Surrealism; the psychosexual as both liberation and trauma; the fantastical as escape and confrontation; revolutionary politics in all their tragic intensity; and a spirituality or mysticism unbound by doctrine. What they have foregone any attempt to link them together.
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Nowhere in the exhibition are archival materials available to contextualize the works on view—outside of the standard wall labels, which are badly placed and confusing. This absence obscures the era’s capriciousness and severs the art and artists from the insurgent energies and lived experiences from which they were originally forged. It is not merely an oversight but signals the curators’ broader reluctance to acknowledge the most generative sources of the era’s creative unruliness and experiment. Especially striking is that Beat culture—arguably the most authentically surreal and disruptive force shaping American daily life—receives little to no representation. Despite its profound influence on the period’s spirit, aesthetic experimentation, and opposition to cultural norms, Beat culture is overlooked. Recall Maynard G. Krebs on TV’s The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis (1959–63), whose embrace of beatnik style both turned rebellion into a household joke and signaled the growing impact of alternative culture on postwar American society. Also missing are posters and other ephemera that would provide a visual record of the activism, social critique, and alternative politics of groups like the Yippies, Up Against the Wall Motherfuckers, and Redstockings within the 1960s counterculture. Equally conspicuous is the absence of Post-Minimalism, whose materially experimental, process-oriented practices—including those of Eva Hesse, Lynda Benglis, Alan Saret, Barry Le Va, Bill Bollinger, and others—defined much of the late 1960s and early 1970s.

Kiki Kogelnik, Gee Baby - I'm Sorry, 1965. Acrylic and oil on canvas, 50 1/8 × 39 7/8 in. (127.4 × 101.4 cm). Kiki Kogelnik Foundation, New York. © Kiki Kogelnik

Judy Chicago, In My Mother’s House, c. 1962-64. Acrylic on stoneware, 24 × 18 × 6 in. (60.96 × 45.72 × 15.24 cm). Monterey Museum of Art, CA; purchase by exchange: Gift of Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Bates, Mrs. J.B. Heywood, Elizabeth George Lawlor in memory of Dorothy George Meakin, William and Renee Peterson, Mr. and Mrs. John Shephard, Mr. and Mrs. E.V. Stuade, Carolyn Lewis Nielson, Albert Denney, Nancy Stillwell Easterbrook, Margaret Wentworth Owings, Naedra B. Robinson, Elizabeth Tompkins, and an anonymous donor, 2019.002. © 2025 Judy Chicago / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
This checklist of exclusions goes on: gone is the pre-Pop scene whose vitality gave rise to Happenings—events staged in raw, unregulated spaces—and the corporeal investigations of Carolee Schneemann, Vito Acconci, Bruce Nauman, and Lynn Hershman Leeson (all notably absent). Also missing are significant examples of Funk, created in open defiance of modernist rationalism. Underground comix (not included in the show)—once lurid, liberating artifacts found in headshops and college enclaves—have their taboo energies displaced by an archivist gaze. Wallace Berman’s mystical photo-collages (once distributed hand-to-hand through Semina) and Ray Johnson’s mail art (also absent) are collapsed into a taxonomy of “alternatives,” easily assimilated by the institution and drained of their disruptive force. Meanwhile, the electric atmosphere of Fillmore’s Joshua Light Show, psychedelic posters, and zines is nowhere represented.
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Other disservices include the marginalization of Bruce Conner’s early assemblages—constructed from torn nylons, old furniture, and softcore pornography, and shaped by West Coast Beat culture—here reduced to a solitary, minor work. Likewise, artists like Nancy Grossman, Paul Thek, Christina Ramberg, and Hannah Wilke, who inhabited the blurred space between surrealism, psychedelia, and the counterculture, are represented only by minor examples. Stripped of archival support and major works—which the show sorely requires—what were once affronts to politeness and confrontations with the era's deranged normalcy are once more neatly categorized as “minor,” “esoteric,” or “the abject other.”
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What is most dispiriting is how easily this could have been avoided. By staging Hairy Who, Funk, and countercultural, mystical, and psychedelic works alongside the canonical sixties’ movements—Color Field, Pop, Minimalism, Conceptualism—the museum could have dramatized the era’s conflicting aesthetics and mindsets. Imagine Berman’s collages opposite Warhol’s Marilyns, a Funk sculpture in front of an Ellsworth Kelly color form, or underground comics beside a John Wesley painting. If the goal is to communicate the surreal quality of the era, such juxtapositions might have restored and revealed the true dialectical—and simultaneous—intensity that made the decade so alive. Perhaps the 403-page exhibition catalog (which I have not seen) contains the archival materials and contexts missing from the galleries; my suspicion remains that the real exhibition lives between its covers.
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In summary, given the structure and thematic focus of this show, it is accurate to say that the high modernism of mid-20th-century American art need not fear erasure—nor even serious accommodation. While "Sixties Surreal " draws some attention to regional and countercultural tendencies, it leaves the established hierarchy of modernist movements intact. The exhibition supplements the dominant modernist narrative with additional perspectives, rather than enacting any genuine revision that would unsettle the prevailing order.
