Friday, June 5, 2015

Joan Snyder's Exhibition at Franklin Parrasch Gallery Reviewed in The Brooklyn Rail



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Really, 2015
oil, acrylic, paper mache, pastel, paper, mud, graphite, and glitter on canvas
36 x 120 inches
 


JOAN SNYDER Sub Rosa
by Hovey Brock
June 3, 2015


Franklin Parrasch Gallery | May 9 – June 20, 2015

Joan Snyder’s current exhibition takes its title from the ancient Roman code of party decorum, where the image of a rose on the banquet hall ceiling functioned as an emblem of confidentiality reminding merrymakers to keep secret the indiscretions made by tongues unhinged by wine—not unlike “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” Juicy roses of paint, a recurring theme in Snyder’s work over decades, appear in the current show, as do references to grief, rage, and other powerful emotions. In the catalogue essay, Snyder makes frequent references to the grieving process, with allusions to the Kaddish, and a pungent quote from Proust on the paradoxical evanescence of grief. The rich metaphorical matrix of the rose as image, the poetry of the inscriptions on the paintings, as well as Snyder’s mastery of collage materials, surface, scale, color, and mark-making add up to a rare experience of unmistakable power and, yes, beauty.

Snyder has always painted in the first person, which made her paintings so remarkable, revolutionary even, when she began to emerge in the late ’60s. Abstract paintings that conveyed a personal point of view, grounded in everyday life, seemed unthinkable at the time, and amazingly, still do to many. In the late ’70s a painting teacher of mine dismissed Snyder’s paintings as “menses,” referring no doubt to her overt feminist content. Yet it is precisely this sensibility grounded in life as it is lived, rather than in some theoretical construct, that gives her work such authority. Over a long career she has painstakingly developed a personal iconography that distills her experience.

In this exhibition of paintings from the last two years, roses of one form or another appear in seven out of the eight paintings. The rose iconography fans out, as all living metaphors should, to cover a range of associations. As the notes to “Symphony VII” (2014) in the catalogue show, Snyder lays out on a grid a series of “roses” across the top of the canvas, suggesting, in her words, a symphonic structure of theme and variations. Built of papier-mâché and acrylic modeling paste, each rose is a pulsating gesture whose material intensity and rich color push at the boundary of its container. There is a Dionysian intensity to the application of the paint and modeling materials that form the roses as well as the lines and dashes—harkening back to earlier iconographic tropes—that underscore the roses along the top row. Beneath the lines and dashes, Snyder has placed dried flowers and stems of plants covered over by a honey-colored resin. In the lower right corner floats the ghost of a rose, a pastel drawing on a sheet of silk. The mood this rose projects is elegiac, in sharp contrast to the vibrant roses along the top row. In “Symphony VII” Snyder appears to set up a narrative referring to burying the dead, grief, and remembrance. One of the features of the work that gives it such impact is the tension between the formal rigor of the design and the openness of the facture.

Where “Symphony VII” contrasts the worlds of the living and the dead, “Really” (2015) talks about those acts that separate the living. A central spasmodic gesture in blue paint stick anchors the center of the painting’s ten-foot span. Just to the right of the gesture the inscription “of fatal consequence of rage” appears in charcoal, a phrase evidently lifted from the music Snyder was listening to when she was working on the painting. Snyder tells in the catalogue how she also wrote “you’re fucking kidding me,” to her partner’s “dismay.” Evidently she painted over that phrase, although the word “really” does appear a few times at various scales. The work has a clear musical reference in its frieze-like structure, as if Snyder were reproducing a sequence of sounds as a series of gestures. Music as a theme makes sense with these paintings, given its potential to magnify the emotions, or even to unlock repressed feelings.

One of the most powerful pieces in the show is “Winter Rose” (2013). It has a stark vertical structure: a huge dark brooding rose occupies the upper third of the painting. Floating uneasily along the bottom quarter of the canvas is another much smaller rose, a child to an overbearing parent. The beautifully modulated cream-colored gulf that separates them is flecked with pale dashes of light green. Just above the child rose floats a dark violet dash, evidently separated from all the other dark violet dashes that encircle and isolate the parent rose up top. No reproduction can do justice to the sumptuousness of the color scheme. Here Snyder is at the height of her powers as a painter capable of conjuring a world of subjective experience with just a few simple elements. The title itself suggests an emotional winter—a frozen standoff between two alienated parties, the parent and the child.

Following the original meaning of “sub rosa,” there is much in this show that remains unsaid. Snyder never mentions in the catalogue for what or for whom she grieves. Indeed, she begins it with the impossibility of communication: “How often have I felt when speaking with others that we only scratch the surface of what’s truly meant and felt?” The paintings clearly bear witness to this Sisyphean task to try to communicate more fully when language fails, as it always does. The crux of Snyder’s accomplishment is finding joy in the very act of rolling the boulder back up the hill. This work invites us to the banquet of loss, misunderstanding, and all the things that come between us and the ones we love most—the inevitable passage she refers to in the catalogue, when the rose moves from Aphrodite to Eros, and then to Harpocrates, the god of silence.







Joan Snyder: Sub Rosa is on view through June 20, 2015 at Franklin Parrasch Gallery, 53 East 64th Street, New York. For further information, please contact the gallery during business hours, Tuesday-Saturday 10a-6p, at 212-246-5360, or atinfo@franklinparrasch.com.



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Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Photographs by John Coplans in Group Exhibition at Jarla Partilager, Berlin

WHERE
ARE WE 

NOW?


STRUCTURAL
CHANGES IN THE
ART ECONOMY
AND HOW THEY
IMPLICATE
THE BODY IN
SELECTED
WORKS FROM
THE JARLA
PARTILAGER

COLLECTION.

 

John Coplans in Group Exhibition at
Jarla Partilager, Berlin

 

May 1, 2015—January 2016


 

Works by John Coplans, Franz West, Olle Baertling, Miroslaw Balka, Bernd & Hilla Becker, and Isa Genzken


jarlapartilager.org  //  Catalogue viewable online

"It is important to note that Jarla Partilager, while not existing in an imaginary outside, has nothing in common with those highly personalized "instant-collections" (Clemens Krümmel) so typical for our new economy, so symptomatic of...structural transformation. The artists collected for Jarla Partilager are not instantly acquired, but collected in depth and over a long period of time."  —Isabelle Graw, "Where Are We Now?"

John Coplans, Hand, Three Panels, Vertical, 1990. Silver gelatin prints dry mounted on museum board, overall 308 cm x 118 cm

"One could say that in his works, Coplans affirms the possibility of an 'authentic artist's body' against all odds, although what we perceive to be his body is of course highly mediated and staged. The depiction of his seemingly authentic body also benefits from a tradition that makes it much easier for the male body not to be coerced by normative ideals of beauty."

—From the catalogue essay by Isabelle Graw

Catalogue text by Isabelle Graw viewable online here.

Copyright © 2015 The John Coplans Trust, All rights reserved.


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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Aminah Robinson Dies at 75.

Aminah Robinson
COLUMBUS, Ohio -- An Ohio folk artist whose work focused on her childhood neighborhood in Columbus has died.
Columbus Museum of Art Executive Director Nannette Maciejunes said Aminah Robinson died Friday at Ohio State University's Wexner Medical Center, where she had been hospitalized for heart issues. She was 75.
Robinson was born in Columbus and grew up in Poindexter Village, a federal housing project on the city's east side. Poindexter replaced a ramshackle neighborhood called the Blackberry Patch, where several of Robinson's relatives had lived. Characters from these neighborhoods populate her cloth paintings.

Born Brenda, she legally took the name Aminah in 1980 after a holy man gave her the name in Egypt in 1979. A former MacArthur Foundation fellow, her work has been shown in galleries and museums around the world.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Peter Waite's exhibition, The Cincinnati Series, reviewed by Steven Rosen in Cincinnati City Beat

Cincinnati City Beat
Architectural Allure
Peter Waite's new paintings explore the city's strange and famous places

BY STEVEN ROSEN · MAY 13TH, 2015 · VISUAL ART



Waite’s painting “Old School Boys Pool” is based on a swimming pool at the old School for Creative and Performing Arts.

In his Cincinnati Series of 29 paintings depicting depopulated city sites, Peter Waite — a Connecticut-based artist — neither celebrates nor dismisses what he sees. Rather, he just tells it like it is. His artwork is at Carl Solway Gallery in the West End through Aug. 1.
If he finds something architecturally interesting to him that is also conventionally beautiful, like the suspension bridge or Union Terminal or downtown’s Isaac M. Wise Temple, he acknowledges and presents it. But if it’s something that interests him because it’s abandoned and decrepit, or it no longer serves its original use, he presents that, too. 
While one wouldn’t call his work romantic — it’s too gutsy — it has a fascinating allure. Each acrylic painting is also impressive evidence of his skill and technique, considering the amount of detail included in works that for the most part are not large. He paints on panel rather than canvas. 
The Massachusetts-born and -raised Waite has been showing his representational work for decades. In 1975, he received an M.F.A. from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. He also has worked as a Hollywood scenic artist.
With this project he has emphasized a new, abstracted element in his technique — the use of an undercoat of fluorescent-like colors that sometimes creep or drip through onto the surface. He calls these “21st century primary colors” and feels somewhat ambivalent about that. He also allows for grid marks and laser beam-like “zips” to be evident.
For him, this underscores that representational painting is a work of imagination, rather than just pure reproduction of an exterior reality. It hints at an alternate reality. It also brightens the overall work, since he uses more reserved colors to depict his objects. 
Overall, this is the best and most unusual painting exhibit about Cincinnati in quite a while. “I’m chronicling my personal poking around in the city,” Waite said when he was in town recently for the show’s opening. “What struck me about Cincinnati is the 19th century buildings. Some are derelict; some are getting spruced up. There’s really phenomenal architecture here.” 
He also likes subterranean spaces.
Several of the best pictures are ghostly and a touch scary, despite his vivid addition of those fluorescent colors and lines.
There are paintings of the boys and girls swimming pools and the gymnasium at the old School for Creative and Performing Arts in the Pendleton District. They are on the building’s top floor.
“Old School Boys Pool” renders the small, empty pool like an excavated pit, angularly wedged into planes of concrete. Along the interior sides are graffiti scrawls — one can see most of a “Pink Floyd” — and a classroom chair has ignobly but carefully been placed in the bottom. 
On the surface outside the pool, the ground is littered with what looks like crumbling chips of plaster. There are also two rusty stems jutting out. Did they once hold a diving board? (“Old School Girls Pool” is similar, with the pool presented in a different, mirrored angle to the boys one, but the graffiti is more profane.)
Especially foreboding is “Bank,” which shows the thick bulwark of an open steel door — and the void within — at the old vault of downtown’s Union Trust Building/Bartlett Building, now a hotel. Here, one of those little fluorescent drips has an unexpected effect. Its reddish-pink color, inside that void, looks like a hellish flame. 
On the whole, Waite’s work isn’t decorative or picturesque. It can have a contemplative solemnity to it. Even his “Bridge” (the Roebling Suspension Bridge) concentrates on the way a precisely rendered tower rises from the shore like a monolith. 
Without people present in them, we are free to experience Waite’s paintings without thinking about how others might respond. “The viewer is out here experiencing what I witnessed,” Waite said. “I often like to travel in winter because there are less people and a more even distribution of light, so it’s not bright and there’s no shadow.”
The Solway Gallery had a show of his work in 1994, and he came to town then. Last year, Michael Solway and wife Angela Jones visited Waite when they went to the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art to see Beck in concert. Also, Waite had sent Solway postcards he had made of images from his series of Paris paintings. That project featured iconic sites like the Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triomphe, but also more idiosyncratic choices like a deserted Metro station.
“I said, ‘Peter, you might think this a stupid idea, but why don’t you come and make a whole series about Cincinnati,’ ” Solway recounted. “He said, ‘Yes, I’m totally ready.’ I wanted Peter to do whatever he was interested in exploring.”
Waite made one trip last September and another in February. Solway and others suggested some spots. But others Waite discovered just by bicycling around. 
He’s good at talking his way into unusual and restricted locales, having previously painted corporate boardrooms, prisons, casinos and death chambers. 
The old SCPA gym and pools came about through his persuasive powers. “I just walked in and talked to a foreman where there was a construction crew and asked if it would be OK for me to look around. He said sure, so I had the place to myself,” Waite said. (Indianapolis-based Core Redevelopment is converting the building to apartments — the gym will become several units but the pools are being demolished, Core’s John Watson said.)
Waite took reference snapshots and sometimes sketches on site, but in his Connecticut studio he greatly relied on memory. He works fast, without assistants, using mini-rollers and brushes.
“Painting to me is still phenomenal,” Waite said. “You have pigment and you take a brush — an extension of your arm — and create images. You create an illusion. That to me is alchemic.”

PETER WAITE’S THE CINCINNATI SERIES continues at Carl Solway Gallery through Aug. 1. More info: solwaygallery.com.











Friday, May 8, 2015

Carl Solway Gallery at NOADA, Cleveland, Ohio

Carl Solway Gallery at NOADA ARTEXPO


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ARTEXPO

The Transformer Station
1460 West 29th Street, Cleveland OH
May 7 - 10, 2015

Preview Gala
Thursday May 7, 5pm-9pm


Harry Bertoia
Claire Burbridge
John Cage
Jim Campbell
Willem de Kooning
Jean Dubuffet
Alberto Giacometti
Ann Hamilton
Jean-Pierre Hebért
Channa Horwitz
Hildur Asgeirsdóttir Jónsson
Jasper Johns
Diane Landry
Tom Marioni
Robert Motherwell
Claes Oldenburg
Nam June Paik
Judy Pfaff
Marcus Ratliff
James Rosenquist
Mark Tobey
Julia Wachtel
Tom Wesselmann


Fair Hours
Friday 11am-5pm
Saturday 11am-5pm
Sunday 12pm-5pm

Admission
Preview Gala $50. (includes readmission throughout weekend)
Friday, Saturday, Sunday $10. each day
HILDUR ASGEIRSDÓTTIR JÓNSSON
Hekla #8, 2007-2008, silk and industrial dyes, 25 x 35 inches
DIANE LANDRY
Mandala Naya,
 2002, plastic, motors, aluminum, wood, halogen lamp, camera tripod, unique – dimensions variable, edition of 3
JEAN DUBUFFET
Les Montagnards, 1953, lithograph in two colors, signed, 5/20, 14.5 x 17.5 inches.
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