Category: writing

  • Chris Corales, Fleisher/Ollman, Philadelphia (Artforum)

    In his 2001 book Papier MachineJacques Derrida charts a cultural hierarchy of paper’s many purposes, from “priceless archive, the body of an irreplaceable copy, a letter or painting . . . as support or backing for printing” to, finally, the “throwaway object, the abjection of litter.” Chris Corales’s magpie practice restoratively collages found paper, cardboard, and related detritus into spare, abstract, yet allusive compositions that both reflect and transcend such teleological categories.

    Many of the modestly sized works in this concise memorial exhibition, “A Passer-By in His Own Moment,” evoke books (and, by extension, concepts of reading, writing, and archiving) through visual and material cues. Students of the Sea (all works cited, 2014), a rectangle of found paper carefully bound in worn, toothy cerulean cloth, imitates a trade hardcover splayed facedown. Brown, green, and pale-pink slices of scavenged paper, pasted vertically down the work’s center, create a low-relief illusion of a book’s spine. Given its title and handmade aesthetic, a viewer might imagine that this book contains sketches of the ocean. In the pared-down Imitation of Home Series (5), an isosceles sliver of frayed, marbled bookbinding cloth connects two sheets of soft, gray paper torn and stained with age—a nod to their status as trash even while made new—to roughly resemble a book’s facing pages. The cloth’s edge hangs teasingly off part of the page as if it could be peeled back with a fingernail to reveal further layers of information beneath. Home Stack, an off-kilter grid of four similar collages, includes tipped-in sheets with black borders, suggesting illustration plates whose content has been entirely obscured by glued-down, oxidized paper. Corales’s works, with their yearnful lack of text and image, embrace the dwindling physicality of a medium here playfully recast as a space for narrative projection.

  • Jane Irish, Locks Gallery and Lemon Hill Mansion, Philadelphia (Frieze)

    ‘I think even in my art historical training I was colonized early on,’ artist Jane Irish observed in a 2018 interview with Nato Thompson, referring to her initial education as a painter in the French modernist tradition – ‘looking at Matisse, Courbet, Degas’ – at The Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia, and the Maryland Institute (now MICA), Baltimore, in the 1970s. Throughout her four-decade career as a figurative painter, Irish has confronted that colonization with a (white, American) feminist consciousness of her shifting positions of power, vulnerability and responsibility. Her two exhibitions, ‘Architectures of Resistance’ at Locks Gallery and ‘Antipodes’ organized by Philadelphia Contemporary, expand these investigations to her most ambitious scale and material complexity yet.

    Locks Gallery presents Irish’s large paintings of European and American colonial and revolutionary-era domestic interiors, including preparatory sketches for ‘Antipodes.’ Each interior juxtaposes period details with related tableau from historically exploited colonies and recent antiwar protests. For example, the egg tempera on linen Plantation (2017), which Irish began painting from life in Louisiana, depicts a French Creole home – complete with gilt-framed portraits, a fortepiano and curvaceous furniture – once inhabited by slave owners. There is little solid ground in Irish’s scenes: her rooms take on the fluidity of paint. The house’s traditional French doors open onto two impossible panoramas: to the left, a sugar plantation, and to the right, the French tire company Michelin’s rubber fields in Vietnam, suggesting an uncomfortable symmetry between the slave trade and today’s economic imperialism. Both connecting and defying these narratives, a patchwork of protest imagery and poetry shimmers in golden hues, expanding across the top half of the canvas and producing what Irish calls a ‘resistance ceiling’.

    ‘Antipodes’ comprises two room-sized, floor-to-ceiling paintings, mostly in oil on un-stretched linen and ink on Tyvek, with glazed ceramics installed in adjacent rooms of the neoclassical Lemon Hill Mansion in Philadelphia’s public Fairmount Park, a historic nexus of political, commercial and aesthetic power for the city and the nation. Lemon Hill was the estate of Robert Morris, a primary financial backer of the American Revolution and a signatory to the Declaration of Independence and US Constitution, before the land’s sale to merchant Henry Pratt, who built the mansion in 1800. To visit Irish’s architecturally scaled, immersive installation is to step inside one of her paintings, one that incorporates this constellation of historical references.

    On the mansion’s ground floor, the walls of an ovoid room have been covered in broad, washy strokes of murky brown and green. These colors, along with shell and seaweed imagery, evoke the gloomy depths of an ocean, signaling maritime trade and conquest as well as literal and historical wreckage. Glowing, self-contained vignettes depict the Amistad schooner and the enslaved Africans who in 1839 fought for their freedom onboard and in court; a chateau owned by the French India Company; and gleaming Chinese ceramic wares. By incorporating sketches from Philadelphian neoclassical painter Titian Ramsey Peale and Edouard Manet’s ghostly illustration for Edgar Allen Poe – a longtime Philadelphia resident – as well as careful black-and-white illustrations of numerous local historic mansions on the large whiteware work Foyer Reparations Bowl (2017), Irish explicitly addresses this city’s complicity in colonialism. The surrounding installation’s long, thick strips of linen, soaked with paint, lend the walls a warped appearance, as if buckling beneath the violent weight of history.

    Lemon Hill’s upper floor is emblazoned with bright yellow ink that vibrates with contrasting pale blue sketches of veterans’ protests and Vietnamese temples. The room is crowned with a resistance ceiling that celebrates anti-war iconography: the long barrel of a gun stuffed with flowers, hands reaching to touch across distance and a repeated, handwritten protest sign that reads ‘Your Son’ – driving home the deeply personal effects of war.

  • Jessi Reaves, Institute of Contemporary Art, Philadelphia (Sculpture)

    In Jessi Reaves’s recent exhibition at the Institute of Contemporary Art, Philadelphia, her sculptural furniture was integrated both formally and functionally with a group of surreal still-life paintings by fellow New Yorker Ginny Casey. Curator Charlotte Ickes described these complementary bodies of work as “two solo exhibitions.” The juxtaposition with Casey’s intensely colored paintings of unfinished objects and hovering body parts set in cavernous ateliers placed Reaves’s work within a context of conversations about the artist studio and the erotics of the psychoanalytic part-object.

    A pair of green plastic garden-center chairs, Chair 1 and Chair 2 (both 2016) faced gallery visitors at the exhibition’s entrance. These two chairs were once one&emdash;the original chair had been roughly split in two, its spine and ribs built out and repaired using sections of driftwood and highly patterned fabric padding, then secured with a mixture of glue and a mystical-sounding substance that Reaves terms “studio dust.” Studio dust looks like sawdust, but it is laden with meaning, having been gathered in the place where the artistic magic happens. Reaves molds this dust into new, often extravagant shapes; she also uses it to mend or patch together pieces. Split Mess (Barley Twist Lamps) (2017) for example, is augmented with curly, seahorse legs molded in this way. This and other lamps by Reaves—including the gangly and drunkenly leaning Worthless Lump (Lamp) (2017)—punctuate the gallery, lending a theatrically domestic feel with their warm yellow light.

    Several intricate wall-based works appeared both surreal and functional. Shelf with Pockets & Braid (2017) displayed subtle gradations of color and texture, including smooth silvery-grey-stained driftwood, copper-toned wood shavings, and an accidental-looking blue stain on pale chair caning. The two pockets were literally attached to the shelf as if sewn onto a coat: one was lined with cream leather, the other with cherry-red velvet, erotically daring the visitor to put their hand inside and feel around for precious things. An angular construction of blonde wood, Night Cabinet (Little Miss Attitude) (2016) is partially zippered into a translucent, glittery black and bronze silk costume, like a flimsy cocktail dress. Both of these works raise questions about the meaning of keeping certain elements partially hidden while others are visible and embellished to excess.

    Visitors were permitted to sit on most of Reaves’s sculptures. Throughout the gallery, people bent down, gingerly, over the works, including the bright, shiny Slipcovered Chair (Pink Gag), (2017) and the drooping, leather-clad Mutant Butterfly Chair (2017), touching them and guessing how each structure came to be. Reaves’s work is filled with playfulness. Dog’s Toy Coat Rack (2015) appears to be made from chewed wood, with a lived-in charm. A Modernist, Eames-style coat rack (complete with spherical coat hooks) had the uncannily near-human feel of one of Louise Bourgeois’s “Personages”—a tall slender presence, its emptiness became a silent welcome to hang up our coats and play the role of invited guests in this imaginary home-studio scene.

  • “Alchemy, Typology, Entropy,” Fleisher/Ollman, Philadelphia (Two Coats of Paint)

    Alchemy, Typology, Entropy at Fleisher/Ollman, Philadelphia, features painting and sculpture by three talented artists who live and work locally: Adam LovitzPeter Allen Hoffmann, and Alexis Granwell. The exhibition is one of several fantastic shows curated by Alex Baker this year—including CryptopictosPainters Sculpting/Sculptors Painting, and Person, Place or Thing—that collectively highlight the current energy, and formal and conceptual conversations, around painting among multiple generations of Philadelphia-based artists.

    Alexis Granwell’s biomorphic body-scale papier-mache sculptures on geometric wood, Masonite, and brick plinths are centrally positioned in the gallery, inhabiting it like curvier, less severe versions of Louise Bourgeois’s groupings of Personages. The painterly quality of layered, almost-patchworked paper in soft blues, peaches, and indigos, which Granwell makes by hand, lends works like Opponents (2017) a sense of ruin–as if distressed, forgotten objects had been restored with an intimate touch. This restorative gesture reminds me a little of Jessi Reaves’s broken and put-back-together furniture or Dona Nelson’s collaged constructions(which were also recently shown at Fleisher/Ollman).

    Green in the face (2017), one of Adam Lovitz’s modestly sized portrait-oriented panels, combines vibrant red and green acrylic with rough sediment made from the mineral schist, which he found during a hike along the banks of Pennsylvania’s Wissahickon creek. His alchemical process involves scraping paint and mineral dust from works in progress, remixing and reapplying these materials, and further sanding and layering to produce complex topologies. In Wet Grass (2016), with the pale green and mud brown patina of an abandoned bronze that has been carved up and graffitied, the gritty paint mixture looks lovingly curdled.

    A row of Peter Allen Hoffmann’s small, square oil-on-canvas works range in style from the casual Untitled (2016), a loosely rendered, sunrise yellow ombré grid—a sketch of a textile pattern—to the traditional still life study, Skull (2016), to the modernist-looking Crazy Quilt(2014), a composition of flattened geometric forms in muted browns and greens like one of Paul Cezanne’s late nineteenth-century views of village rooftops. Hoffmann draws inspiration from historical American thought and craft, hence the diversity of his imagery. The quilt-like layering of his material reflects upon the stitching together of the exhibition as a whole.

    Viewing this quietly beautiful exhibition invoked a memory of the first time I saw the Argentinian painter Varda Caivano’s subtle semi-abstract paintings at Victoria Miro, London. Caivano’s observation that “paintings are like thoughts… the studio works like a head” is relevant here. Riding this simile, curator Alex Baker has succeeded in putting three artistic heads together in a fascinating spatial and visual conversation about materialized thought.

  • Ann Hamilton, Fabric Workshop and Museum and Municipal Pier 9, Philadelphia (Sculpture)

    In an interview published by Philadelphia’s FringeArts (2016), Ann Hamilton describes the dual impulses behind her four-decade-long practice and the multi-site exhibition she had recently mounted in the city: “Watching a raw material become a single thread, join other thread to become a warp or weft of a cloth or carpet holds for me all the possibilities for making; sewing and writing are for me two parts of the same hand.” Organized by the Fabric Workshop and Museum, Hamilton’s sprawling text and textile project, habitus, consisted of a site-specific public installation on the abandoned Municipal Pier 9, which was part of the FringeArts live arts festival; an exhibition at FWM of Hamilton’s works and artifacts related to the region’s textile history; and an online collection of literary texts concerning the social meanings of cloth contributed by visitors at <cloth-a-commonplace.tumblr.com>.

    Pier 9, which opened eleven days in advance of the FWM exhibition, provided a theatrical introduction to the themes of the habitus project. Monumental swathes of pale grey Tyvek billowed like wedding dresses, suspended on metal circles from the high ceilings of the windy, post-industrial. Visitors wandered under and through these ground-skimming sculptures and pulled at long, thickly woven ropes attached to pulleys that whirl the skirts and make bagpipe-type instruments wheeze overhead. Past these interactive sculptures were two performers—one spinning yarn from wool, another unraveling knitted garments. They worked to the accompaniment of a looped video projecting two poems by Susan Stewart on the surface of a shipping crate. As visitors turn a handle, the wheels turn, revealing further words in the poem. A free newsprint publication elaborates on Hamilton’s concerns. In the essay titled “blanket,” she observes that the words in William Carlos Williams’s poem “The Red Wheelbarrow” (1962), “like the three wheels such a cart depends on, gained momentum to generate miles of conversation. The words became an object known and turned by many hands.” This positions the various gestures of winding and unwinding performed on the pier as social, functional, and poetic. Words become objects and objects express a kind of language.

    At FWM, a concise survey of Hamilton’s textile-oriented work filled the first floor, after a presentation of Stewart’s CHANNEL and MIRROR poems in installation form. White fabric tape was wound several inches deep on metal wheels; stitched in pale blue on the tape were the words of the poems. As visitors turned a handle, the wheels turned, revealing further words in the poems. Cranked back and forth from wheel to wheel, the poems were revealed as palindromes, making sense in both directions. In the survey proper, viewers encountered the aggressive affect of (suitable/positioned) (1984/2014), a man’s suit entirely pierced by toothpicks that create a protective shell and hint at a masculine vulnerability typically concealed by conventional business attire, and the contemplative untitled (1992), a concrete poem in which tiny white stones cover, like stitches, each vowel of a small printed manuscript. While the text is near-illegible, the work reaches across forms to be imaginatively read as linguistic sculpture, a text to handle with the eyes.

    FWM’s second and eighth floors house collections of antique commonplace books (personal journals of copied or cut-and-pasted literary passages) and fabric sample books respectively, borrowed mainly from Philadelphia museums and archives. Viewing these collections in parallel, as analogues, both text and textile swatches documented the construction of individual lives, of subjectivities, and of cultural moments. Installed on long, low plinths extending throughout the left hand side of both spaces, cloth · a commonplace, 2016—takeaway, letter-sized printouts from the open call on Tumblr—conceptually ties together the two floors together. The online commonplace project featured excerpts from Virginia Woolf on the acute feeling of loss when there is no one to give a handmade crown to, and from Edith Wharton, who describes layers of lace, cloth panels, and carpet as luxurious class indicators.

    The guided exhibition tour—mandatory because of the hundreds of delicate works—concluded on the seventh floor, a cavernous dark space lit only with a blanket-size video projection at its rear. In November, the CHANNEL and MIRROR (2016) video originally shown at Pier 9, moved to FWM, where it reprised Hamilton and Stewart’s wheel of poetry on the first floor with blurry close-ups of pale blue capitalized words sewn onto tape. In stilted movements, they inch off screen as new words appear—SWEET, SALT—prompting free association, and reminding us of the conversations that occur when objects become words and words are handled.

  • Ginny Casey, Institute of Contemporary Art, Philadelphia (Two Coats of Paint)

    It’s a common story of contemporary art for artists to describe abandoning the two-dimensional confines of traditional painting on canvas for the more immediate materiality of sculpture, installation, or performance. In her 2016 memoir, for example, academy-trained painter Marina Abramović recalls her decisive moment: “Why should I limit myself to two dimensions when I could make art from anything: fire, water, the human body?” New York-based painter Ginny Casey recently described a far less storied move in the opposite direction at an artist talk at the Institute of Contemporary Art (ICA), University of Pennsylvania, where her work is currently exhibited.

    Ginny Casey initially worked as a sculptor and turned to painting so that she could create the kind of surreal environments that she imagined but was not physically capable of building. According to the gallery text, she now “builds sculpture with paint.” Her strange still lifes depict the tools and materials of a sculptor’s studio—knives and scissors, cuts of wood and lumps of clay, electric fans and ceramic vases—along with other, uncanny additions.

    The eleven medium-to-large oil on canvas works on display at ICA inhabit a fairly large gallery: some of them are propped up on a long platform, others hang on false walls that feature rectangular cutout doorways. The set-up reminded me of painter Louise Fishman’s 2016 micro-survey at ICA, which sought to evoke the artist’s studio within the museum. (Chief Preparator Paul Swenbeck worked on both exhibitions’ designs.)

    In Moody Blue Studio, 2017, each depicted object—pink-and-blue table, black scissors, terracotta figure, hovering brown disembodied hands—appears to have been carefully outlined, painted in, and then outlined again. There are no paint drips or other markers of accident; there are hardly even identifiable brushstrokes because the painting’s surface has been sanded down to a uniform flatness, invoking a deliberate, uneasy calm. Layered blotches of color create mottled, muted dimensionality. The objects ground each other, as each of them touches at least one other object. The joined-up group floats, unanchored by shadow, against the vast dream space of the painting’s royal blue studio floor and cobalt walls. A single rectangular doorway, lit from below, pierces the dark wall and echoes the cutout doorways in the exhibition design.

    This impossible composition, as well as those of the other ten paintings, is reminiscent of art school still life problem sets: geometric and sculptural objects studiously set at rakish angles fill each canvas to its edges, playing with positive and negative spatial relationships, perspective, and proportion. In this way, Casey’s works at first appear invitingly straightforward. And yet they become increasingly mysterious in their handling of paint, color, and subject matter. Complementary colors placed in layers and adjacent to each other bring out the shimmer and glow of saturated oil color.

    A case in point, Pressing Matter, 2015, comprises magenta rubbery rings, a gunmetal grey knife, and olive green and lilac fingers with lemon yellow fingernails against a navy backdrop. A disembodied hand hangs languidly in thin air, massaging a squashed ball of clay; dark eyes peep out of a clamshell box and watch a single (middle?) finger sticking straight up in a daring pose. This severed icon of defiance seems to celebrate painting’s powers of invention as much as sculpture’s connection to the three dimensional world.

  • “Painters Sculpting/Sculptors Painting,” Fleisher/Ollman, Philadelphia (Artforum)

    While critics frequently compare Dona Nelson to far more celebrated postwar painters, “Painters Sculpting/Sculptors Painting” instead placed her work in conversation with that of a diverse group of younger artists. Nadine Beauharnois, Matt Jacobs, and Marc Zajack, like Nelson, are based in the Philadelphia area and remain anchored to traditional forms of painting and sculpture as well as to evergreen dialogues between figuration and abstraction. Staking her claim as the exhibition’s linchpin and underscoring her importance to subsequent generations, two of Nelson’s freestanding large-scale double-sided paintings, String Turn, 2015, and Studio Portrait over Time, 2016, faced off in the center of the gallery with the heft of opposing sumo wrestlers. Mounted on a black metal armature, String Turn features poured, dripped, and brushed acrylic, in hues of purple, yellow, green, and black, which has seeped through to the work’s verso, where the folding and stapling of the canvas over the wooden stretcher is visible. Perforations threaded with brightly painted string pock the work. Studio Portrait over Time consists of two stretched paintings on linen, each roughly the dimensions of a household door, secured nearly parallel to each other on the same plywood base. Additionally comprising glued-down muslin and cheesecloth ribbons, this slightly newer work depicts, on one side, two approximately life-size figures, one seated and shown in profile, the other standing directly facing the viewer. The shirt of the latter bears a grid pattern, the nonperspectival rendering and raised texture of which press the figure against the picture plane. All four sides of the work—the two facing outward and the reverse sides of these—feature similar motifs, creating the sense of a structure in rigorous dialogue with itself. Figuratively, this assemblage recalls Nelson’s representational paintings of the 1980s, which show people rendered in a childlike manner against shallow backgrounds; materially, it speaks to her 1990s abstractions, such as Moonglow, 1993, whose balled-up strips of cheesecloth bulge from the painting’s surface.

    Perhaps inspired by Nelson’s canvas- and linen-wrapped frameworks, Jacobs, who was Nelson’s student at Philadelphia’s Tyler School of Art, draped swaths of pink-and-purple-dyed silk organza across a corner of the gallery and around a supporting column. Viewers could stand inside A Purple Solution, 2017, which tented off a small section of the gallery, and look through the sheer fabric to take in the rest of the room. Whereas Nelson’s most recent work directly addresses the viewer’s body by means of scale and imagery, this installation offered a subtle filter to visual perception. Nearby, Beauharnois’s brightly colored, tactile absurdist sculptures inhabited wall and plinth space. Equal parts erotic, violent, and humorous, Topless, 2016, is a papier-mâché lump in cartoonish shades of peach, magenta, and blue that variously resembles collarbones and bound breasts, a severed hand, and a plucked and trussed chicken. The work evidences a slippage between multiple representational possibilities and near-formless materiality; it is animated via this very irresolution. Similarly, the productive tension between abstraction and figuration—enacted in the confrontational staging of Nelson’s two large-scale works—appears to propel the artist’s practice.

    The exhibition also included, surprisingly, one of Nelson’s much earlier and smaller square enamel paintings, which hung inconspicuously on the wall to one side of her other works. In swift, economical brushstrokes, the high-contrast black-and-white Waiting in the Park, 1982, depicts businessmen seated in front of looming trees. The work served as a reminder of the commitment to the pictorial that reemerges in varying degrees throughout Nelson’s oeuvre and additionally united many of the other two- or three-dimensional exhibited works. For example, close viewing of Zajack’s paintings Nude on Confettied Bike, 2014, and Pomping the Bust, 2016, revealed the titular images slowly emerging from a morass of highly textured oil paint. Beauharnois’s Circus Escapee, 2016, is a plaster and papier-mâché rendition of an anthropomorphized electric-blue party dress with a warm red mouth or vagina orifice at its center, and a defined front and back, both highly patterned with pink and green vertical stripes. The exhibition thus showcased the established artist less as a calcified art-historical reference point and more as an active player whose contributions to her field continue to resonate.

  • Pareidolia: Shawn Thornton’s hallucinatory visions

    Witch Doctors at the Eye of the Solar Epoch (2008–10) is a long, landscape-oriented oil painting on panel whose dimensions and compositional structure resemble a folded-out paper map. In urgent hues, it presents a god’s-eye view of a watery city or an entire cosmos, punctuated with networks of mystical and mathematical symbols. Curving sections of pale blue, white, and brown might be water and roadways. Yet Thornton also represents some subjects conventionally, head-on, as in his depiction of a simple, brown sailboat on blue water, which is constructed from the same blocks of color that make the map. The notations include tiny rainbows and Coptic crosses; infinity signs and directional arrows; skulls connected to spinal columns, whose geometric vertebrae look like railway tracks, rendered in brown and orange; and cartouches of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic writing—which angels supposedly fed on parchment to spiritual seekers, Thornton said. Witch Doctors comprises multiple systems coming together and falling apart, held tentatively by invisible bonds. The modestly sized painting is worked with tens of layers of tiny, almost invisible brushstrokes. While seemingly flat at first glance, and in reproduction, the painting is actually constructed of tiny low reliefs—the slow, small brushstrokes and the shapes’ carefully-delineated borders draw the viewer’s attention to minute differences between sections.

    Thornton’s colors are supersaturated and largely unmixed, taken directly from the tube. Beside his easel, he keeps a studio workbench into which is built a covered wooden tray. It contains large chunks of oil paint arranged, left to right, from cool to warm colors; each has a dried skin that he pierces to access the still wet paint inside. He works this way, he says, because his paintings take years to complete and require exactly the same vivid color palette over time. Thornton applies multiple layers of paint even on background sections, to achieve the desired color saturation and surface.

    Thornton’s studio is almost as densely organized as his paintings. Finished and unfinished works on board, small square examples and wider rectangular ones, hang on the studio walls. Works in progress show that Thornton starts with large, map-like blocks of color and then gradually focuses on smaller and smaller sections of symbols. Along with his own paintings, the studio contains works by his peers that resonate with his practice aesthetically and conceptually, including an intricate paper cutout of a skull by Hunter Stabler; a semi-representational pattern print in shades of grey and black by Astrid Bowlby; and circular landscapes embroidered in tiny stitches, which resemble Van Gogh’s emotive brushstrokes, by Samantha Jorgensen, affixed to two-foot high angel figurines. Nestled amongst these works of art are toys, antiques, and esoteric objects: a transparent plastic anatomical model of skeletal, muscular, and organ structures in pink and red; an egg decorated with hagiographic motifs.

    Thornton’s work recalls Jain spiritual drawings of the universe, which he shared with me. These drawings tightly condense, flatten, and systematize bird’s-eye views of earth, water, and sky, and render their stylized inhabitants as richly color-blocked, concentric circles and straight, parallel lines; they also show frontal representations of temples. Even more, Thornton’s paintings remind me of contemporary artist Jane Irish’s monumental oil and graphite depictions of traditional Vietnamese oceanic and zodiac cosmologies. Irish interrupts ancient Eastern spiritual symbology with overtly political, modern images of war, including guns, protest signs, and camouflage gear. A similarly disruptive juxtaposition of esoteric and familiar content occurs in Thornton’s work, though with different motivations. For example, he turns to mechanistic nomenclature to liken the “individual components” in his paintings to Tantric painting, in which such simple geometric arrangements as a red circle juxtaposed with a black triangle represent, say, deities receptive to human meditation. Together, he says, the tiny symbols that pattern each of his works form “a cosmos of small Tantric paintings that come together as anthropomorphic circuit boards.” This uncomfortable, alchemical bumping together of the spiritual and the scientific reveals Thornton’s driving force.

    In numerous interviews, Thornton has described this body of work’s germination in traumatic medical and psychiatric experiences that persisted throughout his twenties. An undiagnosed brain tumor put pressure on his pineal gland for several years, causing blackouts, hallucinations, and terrifying sensations of unreality. The pineal gland, an endocrine structure located near the brain’s center, has been subject to metaphysical and occult speculation for hundreds of years. Madame Helena Blavatsky, whose nineteenth-century theosophical writings Thornton has read, called it the third eye of Hinduism—a mystical organ that enables spiritual seeing. The notations that populate Thornton’s paintings drew initially from his own pineal visions, which were not paranormal in nature, but pulled from his memories of cultural symbols. This exhibition’s title, “Pareidolia,” refers to one way that Thornton has grappled with the emergence of these remembered images as hallucinations. Pareidolia names the human brain’s evolutionarily expedient tendency to see patterns where none exist, for example to see faces in rock formations, wood grain, or even abstract painting.

    Now, Thornton researches existent visual systems to enrich his practice. In addition to Jain and Tantric cosmologies, he is interested in medieval bestiaries, shamanic power objects, and fantastical codices by contemporary designers, including Luigi Serafini’s Codex Seraphinianus of imaginary creatures. For Thornton, these diverse iconographies are analogies for the visions he saw when ill, and for the decentered state that he still endures, rather than persuasive belief systems: “I’m sure anyone who has been sick knows this feeling of being fractured inside—you find you’re in a constant, urgent dialogue with yourself, trying to put the pieces back in order.”

    Science fiction offers Thornton another byway from the straight and narrow track of empirical thought. In H. P. Lovecraft’s short story “From Beyond” (1934), an inventor who believes “strange, inaccessible worlds exist at our very elbows” stimulates his own pineal gland electronically and unveils a hitherto unknown range of human perception. As other-dimensional creatures appear, fear, chaos, and murder follow­­¾a reminder of our mortality, and a moral suggestion that perhaps we are better off, healthier and more content, when relying on our limited natural senses. Thornton’s Brahmastra For a New Age (UFO/Time Machine) (2010–13), is structured around a central near-ellipse—or flying saucer—marked with white, red, and green borders like planetary rings. Like Witch Doctors, this work represents its subjects in an overhead view, as in an architectural plan, and also three-dimensionally, as in an architectural elevation. This work’s title signals the danger inherent in moving beyond the known, as “Brahmastra” in ancient Sanskrit writings is a powerful weapon. In this painting, the danger is both scientific and spiritual, and made more apparent by the chaotic circuitry of connected miniature symbols that swarm the work’s surface. The combination of these digital and ancient referents, and their sheer hyperbolic quantity, produces a risk of cliché of which Thornton is aware. He told me, “I will sometimes use an image, symbol, or representation that I am aware has been overused and is a cliché, but I’ll overload it through repetition, create a synergy with surrounding images, or contradict it with seemingly diametric images from a different visual vocabulary.”

    While the process of painting can be meditative for Thornton, finishing a work is not cathartic, nor does making art resolve inner conflict. It is more accurate to think of these works as having a dual purpose as containers for traumatic experience and living documents of the multifaceted research into this experience. “The paintings are both talismans and malignant forces,” he told me. A trained artist, Thornton nevertheless feels close to the early-twentieth-century abstract work of German faith healer Emma Kunz and the complex maps by Swiss outsider artist and diagnosed psychotic Adolf Wölfli, as well as the work of outsider artists in his home district of West Philadelphia. As a result of his health condition, Thornton has turned to outsider methodologies, but folded them into the context of contemporary art, which his work in turn enriches. Although he is a painter, his work has much in common with the dense digital psychedelia of post-internet art, such as Kari Altmann’s Soft Mobility (2014), which organizes thousands of small, interrelated images on screen in an infinite scroll and reminds us of the overwhelming amount of digital imagery we process daily. Inspired by ancient Indian spirituality, Francesco Clemente combines pattern, notation, and multiple points of view in paintings that also have affinities with Thornton’s.

    However, by framing his body of work with the exhibition title “Pareidolia,” Thornton taps a more familiar phenomenon to which almost every viewer can relate—apprehending imagery in formless clouds—to create a bridge between his fractured experience and more ordinary, cohesive perceptions of reality. His use of multiple points of view, such as the blue and brown sailboat that emerges from the same sections of paint as the map-like composition in Witch Doctors at the Eye of the Solar Epoch, conjure this common kind of pareidolia. In inviting us to ask which content comes first, the boat or the map, he leads us toward an understanding of his own hallucinatory visions.

  • “Quicktime,” Rosenwald-Wolf Gallery, University of the Arts, Philadelphia (Two Coats of Paint)

    In his influential Art in America article “Provisional Painting” (2009), critic Raphael Rubinstein traced a history—from Joan Miró to Mary Heilmann—of “works that look casual, dashed-off, tentative, unfinished or self-cancelling,” that “constantly risk inconsequence or collapse.” In Rubinstein’s analysis, this attitude provides an easier yoke for artists tired of laboring under modern painting’s grand and burdensome history. Readers of this blog will also be familiar with parallel discussions of Casualist painting, a contemporary tendency to integrate the form’s traditionalism with improvisation, the off-kilter, and the seemingly offhand. “Quicktime,” a concise group exhibition at the Rosenwald-Wolf Gallery of the University of the Arts, Philadelphia, adds to this expansive conversation with a focus on painterly speed, spontaneity, and time span.

    In the show, twelve recent, mostly large-scale, conventionally stretched works share fast-looking brush strokes; few visible layers of oil or acrylic; a graphic, flat appearance that emphasizes surface; and the impression—confirmed in the curatorial statement—that these paintings did not take long to make.

    Amy Feldman’s acrylic-on-canvas paintings, Mars Arms and Sooty Sweat (both 2016), are daringly spare. They look as if Feldman toted a spray gun to achieve the flat grey grounds’ uniform sheen and then, narrow brush in hand, repeatedly raised and lowered her arm to create simple chains of curvy shapes. Marina Adams’s similarly large scale but highly colored works flank Feldman’s in the gallery. With their glowing bright, harlequin-pattern blocks of thin wash over still-visible graphite guidelines, they appear like skeletons of—or sketches for—ambitious modernist works. Both artists works here display the qualities of what Rubinstein called “body doubles.”

    Works by Patricia Treib and Melissa Meyer have a calligraphic quality, reminiscent of the writerly gestures of Louise Fishman or the pictograms of Jane Irish, though these comparative examples bear the marks of having been worked over many times. Treib’s Camera (I) (2013) is a pared-down still life of a vintage-looking brown camera complete with zoom lens and, perhaps, books and a case. This photographic subject matter reflects on another kind of speed or immediacy in image making, and one that deeply impacted the field of painting.

    The works in the exhibition raise the question, for me, of what it is that we value about painting right now—where we locate meaning and value in paintings made quickly. While asserting the ascendency of speed, the “Quicktime” curatorial statement betrays an anxiety about these works being perceived as purely provisional, casual, or fast—and immediately addresses this anxiety by emphasizing the opposite, namely long-term persistence in hard-won studio practice, paraphrasing Marina Adams: “it is not actual time that is needed to make a specific work, but the accumulated years of committed studio time.”

    This shifting of where and when artistic labor happens feels pertinent at a time when funding for the arts is again under threat, younger artists still feel pressured to justify their choice of paint as medium, and we all feel wary about the exploitation of various forms of creative labor. Artists feel these practical pressures just as keenly as the imposing weight of art history. Under such fraught conditions, “Quicktime” proposes a position from which it is still possible to paint.

  • Douglas Witmer’s simplicity

    It is timely that Douglas Witmer’s solo exhibition, “Dubh Glas” at Tiger Strikes Asteroid (TSA) in Philadelphia, opened shortly after the Guggenheim’s Agnes Martin retrospective closed to the public. Witmer’s group of ten softly geometric, gesso and acrylic paintings on canvas are reminiscent in atmosphere and texture of Martin’s darker works, made in the mid-2000s, in which rough washes of greys and tempered blacks soaked into her large square canvases, subtly distorting their stretched surfaces. Hung nearest to TSA’s entrance, the visible sections of black gesso in the lead-hued In Plain Sight (Hiding) (2017) seem to absorb the light that streams through the window opposite.

    In a 2012 interview with Libby Rosof on the artblog website, Witmer observed that growing up in the farmland of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, imbued his practice with a sense of slowness and an awareness of doubt:

    That’s a tendency in my art work, not a mission. My work is intuitive. But it does come from my background and those values. Artists who come from a Mennonite background are conflicted. It’s a tradition that does not value visual arts. The culture is pragmatic. What does a painting do? … I’m a secular Mennonite. The idea of simplicity, the idea of humility, those are things I find meaningful, and I put them in my work.

    In this way, Witmer’s paintings share affinities with the modest scale and materiality of the late, celebrated Philadelphia artist Bill Walton’s body of work, whose sensitive use of paint, gesso, charcoal, and graphite draws attention to the subtleties of humble materials, such as cut newsprint, folded paper towels, and frayed squares of cotton tacked to gallery walls. Each work in Witmer’s austere Winterbrook (2015‒17) series of six small panels brings out a different relational quality between paint and canvas: black wash opens up the flawed pores of the canvas grain; dense, dry paint marks the presence of the wooden stretcher as in a rubbing; carefully applied, grey and white thinly glazed layers make another panel’s surface appear taut and tremulous like drumskin.

    As Witmer’s spare collection of non-images questioningly explore paint’s potential, they also conjure associations with photography and digital culture. I Alone (2017), a portrait-oriented canvas in which an opaque black square hovers over grey wash, resembles a undeveloped polaroid or a blank computer screen. Shake the polaroid or switch on the monitor, and perhaps an image will emerge.