Catherine Opie once said that “The Biggest Cliché in Photography is the Sunrise and the Sunset”. It is also true that the biggest enemy of art is cliché. Rudolf Stingel takes on both in a new series of massive technically perfect but campy paintings. Walter Benjamin was right, of course. Reproduction killed the sublime. Titian, Turner, Caspar David Friedrich all contributed to it slow death. These days the glory of nature and its emotional corollary have been reduced to digital wallpaper. So why bother? Because people still like to take pictures of sunsets. The internet is full of them. But the emotive value is only present in the memory of the person behind the lens. All other sunsets are meaningless decorations. And that’s what Stingel is after. At Gagosian through December 22.