Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Artists Congregating to Discuss Issues

Robert Boyd



So this thing is happening tonight. The Artist Town Hall meeting at the El Dorado Ballroom. The hosts describe it thus:
The focus of this meeting is to collectively discuss the growing needs of artists living and working in the Houston area. Topics of discussion are open but could include issues such as artist stipends, public art and exhibition opportunities, affordable housing, studios and health insurance. The Town Hall format will be interactive, offering multiple opportunities for participants to offer input and ask questions.

The meeting will be facilitated by three respected Houston artists: Ayanna Jolivet Mccloud, Carrie Schneider and Patrick Renner. Their role will be to help the audience identify some of the needs, questions and concerns that the Houston artist community is grappling with today and issues for the future. 
Don't go if you aren't an artist--for example, if you are just a critic.
This is an event facilitated by artists, for artists. If an artist works for a visual arts organization they are welcome to come as their artist self, but NOT as a representative of their organization. 
Bill Davenport offered some possible discussion topics over on Glasstire (as a critic who is also an artist, I think he would be welcome.)

I'm not going to suggest discussion topics, but I will suggest that a large room full of artists (or anyone) is not likely get much done except make a lot of noise. That's why the House of Representatives has all those committees and sub-committees. So that's what I suggest. Artists, figure out the issues that are important to you (and these may be the ones Davenport suggested), then create volunteer committees to investigate each one. Perhaps the goal can be for each committee to produce a slide presentation for their topic. Then in a subsequent meeting, the committees could present their slide presentations Pecha Kucha style.

As for me, I'll be home watching House of Cards. If any artist wants to talk about the meeting afterwards, please feel free to comment below or send me an email at robertboyd2020@yahoo.com .


An earlier gathering of artists: Front Row: Stanley William Hayter, Leonara Carrington, Frederick Kiesler, Kurt Seligmann. Second Row: Max Ernst, Amedee Ozenfant, Andre Breton, Fernand Leger, Berenice Abbott. Third Row: Jimmy Ernst, Peggy Guggenheim, John Ferren, Marcel Duchamp, Piet Mondrian (1942)

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Fungus Forest: El Ultimo Grito

Robert Boyd

In the science fiction graphic novel Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, most of the world is covered with a highly toxic forest of bizarre gigantic fungi. The artist, Hayao Miyazaki, visualized this forest as a beautiful place with towering forms that look like microscopic fungi made enormous. The scenes set in the forest are the most stunning images in a manga full of arresting artwork.


Hiyao Miyazaki, Nausicäa of the Valley of the Wind volume 1, page 6, bottom panel, 1982

I was reminded of these forest images when I saw Garden Object by the team of Rosario Hurtado and Roberto Feo, who call their design studio El Ultimo Grito. The artists call Garden Object a combination between an English garden and The Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch. The colors of the installation were chosen from The Garden of Earthly Delights.


Hieronymus Bosch, The Garden of Earthly Delights, 1490-1510, oil on wood panels

I can see the idea of a creating a bizarre environment or setting like the Bosch painting, but Garden Object differs in a fundamental way from its inspiration. El Ultimo Grito have created towering tree-like structures. Viewers find themselves in a forest-like environment, which is why I thought of Nausicäa of the Valley of the Wind. But the first two panels of  The Garden of Earthy Delights is set on a lawn more than a forest. Garden Object encases the viewer from the top. It's not quite a forest canopy, but the structures do tower over the viewers.


El Ultimo Grito, Garden Object, 2014, mixed media


El Ultimo Grito, Garden Object, 2014, mixed media

The colorful patterns on each of the stalks were made with circular stickers, custom printed for this show. Each sticker has parallel bands of color. Despite the highly geometric pattern that is obviously mass-produced, when the stickers are affixed on an irregular surface overlapping one another, with random orientations, they start to look almost organic. The intense color mitigates this.


El Ultimo Grito, Garden Object stickers, 2014, mixed media

And the funny thing about the stickers is that while from a distance they create a semi-random pattern and seem like elements of pure color, when you look closely at them, each one contains a signature of sorts--a line of text that reads "EL ULTIMO GRITO @ RICE GALLERY 2014."

The use of stickers is interesting and ironic. Their work often involves working in public places. When I think of stickers in public places, I think of visual pollution as people ranging from street artists to marketers cover every flat surface capable of being stuck to with crap, while shop owners and municipal workers perpetually labor to scrape them off. El Ultimo Grito take what is a minor street nuisance and turn it into an integral part of their public artwork.

 
El Ultimo Grito, Garden Object, 2014, mixed media

Several of the stalks are topped with circular forms containing video screens. The images on the screens are hummingbirds, which gives this artificial garden a little movement.


El Ultimo Grito, Garden Object, 2014, mixed media

There is a room off the main gallery which is used for a small fountain.


El Ultimo Grito, Garden Object, 2014, mixed media

Earlier work along these lines has been sited in outdoor public spaces. These structures are, in essence, elaborate park benches. They are meant to be sat upon, not just looked at.


El Ultimo Grito, installation at La Casa Encendida, Madrid, 2007 (Mocoloco)


El Ultimo Grito, Mexico City installation, 2013 (FAD)

At the Rice Gallery opening, many of the viewers tried out this functional aspect of the work. But there is something fundamentally different about this work in a gallery and the same work if it had been placed, say, outside Brochstein Pavilion. In Rice Gallery, this is an art object only. The relationship it has with its viewers is more specific and controlled than the relationship it would have as a functional piece of public art. For one thing, most of the people who see it in the gallery are people who are seeking it out--who want to see art qua art. If it had been placed outside in a quad, the interactions would have been less controlled and aestheticized.

Consequently, it is puzzling to me that it is not very different from their genuinely public pieces, such as the very similar public installation they built in Mexico City recently. What they lose by bringing it into a gallery is the broad social engagement that a more public piece has. But what they gain, as installation artists, is the ability to fully use the gallery. But they passed on that. This seems like a lost opportunity. After all, they could have put their sticker patterns on the floor, the walls, the ceiling. I hate to say what an artist should have done because they're the artists, not me. But I will. To make this installation a true environment rather than a sculpture in a grey cube, they should have done something to the floor and walls. Think for example of Gunilla Klingberg's floor and window stickers for Wheel of Everyday Life. Or Wayne White's painted floor and walls for Big Lectric Fan to Keep Me Cool While I Sleep. And there are many other examples of artists using the floors and walls in the history of this gallery.

Garden Object is beautiful and eye-catching, though. It seems ungenerous for me to fault it for not being exactly what I would have liked it to be. Despite my peevish complaints, it's worth going to see, and to sit on.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

El Cuerpo Sutil: Homage and Brutality

Betsy Huete

It was jarring to walk into Sicardi’s downstairs gallery and immediately make sense of the pairing of two seemingly disparate artists: Miguel Ángel Rojas and John Sparagana. Largely conceptual, Rojas often makes work that either consists of or references material of an historically underrepresented social class. Sparagana, on the other hand, while perhaps his process may be unconventional, tends to make work that falls within the realm of conventional painting. So what brings these two together? Surely Sicardi didn’t simply pick a couple of names out of a hat.


El Cuerpo Sutil, Installation view, from sicardi.com 

“El cuerpo sutil” translates in English to “the subtle body.” With that key bit of information the connections quickly start being made: both artists employ time-consuming and painstaking bodily energy to make their work, specifically with their hands. And since both seem to point to historical moments, the exhibition title probably also suggests the kind of body that constitutes a collective remembering. What happens when artists engage in that kind of tug-of-war, a murky battle of recalling, dismissing, and ultimately losing information that nevertheless remains engrained in our collective imagination? Laura Wellen in the brochure that accompanies the show suggests, at least in the case of these two artists, that a kind of empathy forms. “…Both propose a kind of empathy, something slightly unconscious, even physical.” What’s weird about this exhibit is that the artists’ treatment of the materials and even treatment of the subject matter is not only not subtle, it’s rather brutal and insensitive. So much so that it is enticing, although problematic because it is wholly unintentional. What is most offensive about El Cuerpo Sutil is that it isn’t intended to be offensive.


Miguel Ángel Rojas, Por Pan, 2003-2013, Silver thread, banana leaves, corn flour, looped video, Dimensions variable, from sicardi.com

It isn’t entirely clear what exactly Rojas’ installation Por Pan (2003-2013) actually comprises of. The gallery’s material list intimates that the giant rope he has spun was made from the very grass he discovered within the walls amidst the destruction of a Spanish colonial house. Wellen calls it a braided rope that Rojas eventually painted silver, and Rojas’ artist statement claims it to be silver thread. After spending an extended period of time with the work, it appears as though Rojas is probably right. Formally and materially it is spindly, matted, and beautiful: thick, twisting spirals shooting off errant lines, splotched with muted reddish clay. But this homage—a rope that should what? rescue? provide an exit? repurpose itself back into architecture? is instead pinned to the wall, a two-dimensional installation robbed of its conceptual potential. It includes a video on a small flat screen in the lower right corner of Rojas creating the rope, washing himself in reddish clay in an effort to dye his skin the color of the indigenous peoples he is paying homage to (does anyone else find this at least slightly racist?), as well as an offering of banana leaves and corn flour in the lower center. Again, these three elements pinned to the wall neuters its materiality, telegraphing to the viewer how it may show up in her house, screaming to be commodified. And this homage to a low, disenfranchised social caste can be yours for only $70,000! Not that there’s anything wrong with selling work and making money, but the price and presentation seems awfully disingenuous and incongruent with Rojas’ message.


Miguel Ángel Rojas, Por Pan detail, 2003-2013, Silver thread, banana leaves, corn flour, looped video, Dimensions variable, from sicardi.com

John Sparagana, on the other hand, makes work that ought to be flat. Most, if not all, his work for El Cuerpo Sutil comes from his Crowds & Powder series, where he generally took iconic images from magazines ranging anywhere from the Kennedys to protests in Cairo, rubbed them nearly incomprehensible with his fingers, enlarged and printed them several times, often painted over parts in oil color, cut them into tiny squares, and reassembled into large, hand-pixilated images. In the exhibition catalogue of said series, Benjamin Paul claims Sparagana’s intent reaches far beyond the traditional postmodernist notion of hand-pixilation. “…His method forms the basis of a subtle struggle with the dialectical role of images in mediating history” (Benjamin Paul. “Ghosts of History.” Crowds & Powder. Corbett vs. Dempsey. Chicago: 2013. p. 3).


John Sparagana, Crowds & Powder: The Street, 2013, Archival inkjet prints with oil stick, sliced and mixed, on paper, 68”x100,” from sicardi.com

That key word again: subtle. How exactly is any of this subtle? Sparagana’s work may be ghostly and entrancing, the revelation of his process and effort mind boggling, but it isn’t subtle. In fact, Sparagana wants us to know, quite loudly and blantantly, that this is his revisionist take of historical moments, and that we should pay attention to him—which runs counter to Paul’s claim. It seems that Sparagana is less interested is meditating on how images mediate history and more interested in simply mediating history himself. And this raises some pretty interesting questions: what role does the artist have in inserting his hand into, mediating, and generally fucking with our collective remembering? What right does he have? After all, these are our images, our histories, and our traumas.


John Sparagana, Crowds & Powder: The Street, 2013, Archival inkjet prints with oil stick, sliced and mixed, on paper, 68”x100”

A particularly traumatic event Sparagana has taken on is the bombing at the Boston marathon. Crowds & Powder: The Street (2013) depicts a snapshot of the scene—terrified runners and onlookers clamoring for a safe place. Enlarged and hand-pixilated, all the victims have been whited out, centrally revealing an ambulance in the background. While it is certainly lush and disturbing, it begs the question: what exactly is the viewer supposed to take away from this? What fed Sparagana’s impulse to—lovingly, patiently, methodically—chop, mutilate, cover up, erase, and ultimately reify this horrific national moment? It’s this confounding narcissism that makes the work tick, that keeps it interesting. Every other read renders the work slick and sterile.

El Cuerpo Sutil cleverly and somewhat poignantly touches upon the artist’s and even gallery’s role in mediating collective remembering and advocating for and giving voice to impoverished classes. Unfortunately, that poignancy seems completely unintentional.

El Cuerpo Sutil runs at Sicardi Gallery until February 22, 2014.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Studio Visit: Fernando Casas

Virginia Billeaud Anderson

Fernando Casas’ teaching schedule in which his current class on “Plato” follows one on the “Philosophy of Art” at Rice University brought a memory of an art historian in a snit because Casas was “teaching Velazquez,” a subject he obviously thought was out of Casas’ field. Knowing Casas to be a gifted lecturer who fills up a class room, it occurred to me that professional envy caused the territorial outburst.

More than Casas’ technical skill and art commercial success, more than his three upcoming simultaneous gallery exhibitions, the thing that inspired my recent studio visit is his reputation as a thinker.


Fernando Casas, The Mirror of Time - Rice University, 2013, Oil on Canvas and mirrors, 90 x 136

Virginia Billeaud Anderson: You have a Ph. D, in philosophy and art collectors that span the globe. The philosopher and artist seem easily reconciled in you. Comment on this.

Fernando Casas: Although I am primarily a visual artist, as you said, I studied philosophy and teach it regularly. philosophical ideas have influenced my art to a great extent. I think that a careful examination of the history of art shows that it is, at its very core, a philosophical endeavor, for it is a visual/auditory/etc. articulation of an understanding of who we are, of where we are, of why we are. Hence I do not make that much of a difference between art and philosophy – they are interwoven.

VBA: Should philosophy be defined as the search to understand who we are?

FC: There is no accepted definition of philosophy. One of the first things one learns in a philosophy class is that an important philosophical question much in dispute is the question what is philosophy? I surely don’t have a ready answer for it. Indeed, philosophy is an attempt to know who we are and where we are, but this is not a definition, and is true also of the sciences. This I don’t think is controversial. More controversial I think is my view that art is, likepPhilosophy and science, an endeavor to understand who we are. I hold the view that the great works of art of human history show us, every time anew, who we are, where we are, etc. For this and other reasons I do not make a sharp separation between philosophy and art. Let me explain. El Greco was a philosopher and you can easily read his Neo-Platonic philosophy in his paintings. You can also read Velazquez’s humanism and Rothko’s existential stance in their works. Do we have any doubt that Bacon’s view of human beings is different from, say, Botticelli? Goya’s view of humanity underwent a radical change: it moved from an optimistic Enlightenment inspired view of humanity to a profoundly pessimistic and dark view. This we can see in his paintings. I can go on and on.

VBA: The title of your upcoming show at Gremillion Gallery, The Perfection of Time, announces a primary area of artistic interest, time. The simple fact of three simultaneous gallery presentations exemplifies time, while your installations and related paintings and drawings more complexly bespeak time, some by interacting within and across galleries, so let’s discuss time.

FC: Time is a central notion of philosophy and of science and a most difficult concept to approach artistically, since it has no color, no pitch, no taste, no volume and no smell, and yet we experience it. How? It is the most familiar and yet the most obscure reality, as Augustine pointed out. Yet it is at the very center of who we are; at the very center of all reality. I wanted to bring out some of its puzzling reality and how essential it is in weaving the world that we live in.

VBA: Jesus Christ, Fernando, it took you five minutes to mention Augustine; if you veer into Aristotle you’ll be talking over my head.

FC: Aristotle influenced Augustine on the topic of time as you know.

VBA: Guilt-burdened Augustine, who tells us he “learned to love God late,” delayed his salvation so he could fornicate and otherwise gratify his corrupt nature. It makes me sad Augustine considered the scholarly pursuits he loved to be impious interruptions of prayers for forgiveness.

FC: Augustine was baffled by the notion of time, for surely our experience of time is problematic, in fact, disturbing. For science, time is static and doesn’t change or move. But we experience time as changing, as a Flow. This is undeniable, yet makes no sense at all!

Your reaction to my painting Holding Time - The Rothko Chapel delighted me because you said you saw no differences in the panels, which is precisely the point. Normally we would expect a sequence of images to change slightly like a movie reel, the changes representing the passing of time. But my images are the same. Why? Because I wanted to represent an experience of time closer to reality. How? By challenging your expectations that the images would differ, it helped you to realize there was no difference except that time has passed. The only difference was time and the only thing that changed was time. So you see I confront the viewer with the reality – or unreality – of time, this most perplexing part of all our experiences.

I will explain. The development of serialism in the 20th century opened up space for the representation of time, and the possibility of a viewer having an explicit experience of time. Working with series, I intend for the viewer to experience time itself, that ephemeral element present in every perception, which whenever we attempt to grasp it by any means, it becomes again, a “no-thing.” In a sequence of images, like a movie reel, or Monet’s Rouen Cathedral series, spatial arrangements, objects, illumination etc. are the things that change. We don’t see time changing. This is inferred. You can’t logically conclude from my approach that each image represents a different time because of changes in the objects represented, so you realize that the only thing that changed was time itself, and you! That is, the time you took to look at one image, then another, then another. That’s why I have placed mirrors in many of my series.


Fernando Casas, Holding Time - The Rothko Chapel, 2012, Oil on wood and rope, 24 x 95”

VBA: Tiny mirrors in your installations and wall-mounted pieces make the viewer’s reflection an element in the artwork.

FC: I consider the role of those mirrors as the “stitching” of images. In my paintings of sequences of rooms, for example, the viewer sees her reflection in one room then again in the next identical room, the only difference between the two experiences is time has passed. As the viewer moves along those images she is, metaphorically speaking, “stitching” time.

VBA: What’s with the ropes?

FC: Ropes also “stitch” images of successive “moments of time” and symbolize reality emerging from coordinated interplay of many elements, for no single strand runs the length of the rope but all twisted together create a structure of indefinite extension. They are an imperfect allusion to the linear “flowing” of time.

I have more to say about mirrors. During many years of making art, I have created images of other people, i.e. portraits, group portraits, etc. But in this three-gallery exhibit there is not a single image of a person, except for myself. Why is this? Other people do not matter? Exactly the contrary; a viewer finds her image on the mirrors, the reflected images are, as you say, an essential part of the artworks. Now it can be terribly risky to make mirrors part of art because our natural inclination is to fixate on our appearance: How’s my hair? Is my tie crooked? Do I look old? If a viewer focuses only on her appearance, her reflection on the mirror, and ignores the complete work, then my work is dead. My intention is for the viewer to see herself as part of the image that surrounds the mirror, in other words, to see her mirror-image inside the work of art. When this happens, a profound and marvelous example of co-constitution occurs, it occurs because of my contribution and because of the viewer’s “correct” contribution, a new thing emerges and the work of art comes to life. To force correct viewing, and discourage fixation solely on appearance, I use small thin mirrors, sufficient to recognize ourselves, but too thin for a full image, which reflect only pieces of ourselves. So you see Virginia my art illustrates crucial cases of co-constitution, because art exists only when it is experienced. If nobody reads a poem, the poem doesn’t exist; it is just paper and ink. It is the same for the visual arts. Works of art are co-constituted by the artist and the person who experiences them.

VBA: It is stated specifically in your artist statement, co-constitution is the “organizing idea” for the three exhibitions.

FC: This is a wondrous phenomenon, that by virtue of the simultaneous interplay of various factors, a totally new reality emerges.

VBA: I’m feeling remorse over displacing those precious beasts. It’s clear your dogs were banished from indoors for my visit, and find this unacceptable.

FC: Gaia! Karma! Stop that! I can’t allow them to come inside, they would want your attention and it would be impossible to talk. And you’re a woman. You know both of those dogs were rescued from dangerous environments before they came to me. Gaia suffered a horrible accident when she was only months old, and was successfully operated on by the Austin Humane Society, but required a prolonged recuperation, and it was a woman, a foster mother, who took care of her during her recuperation. Since she’s been with me I’ve noticed her special affection for women, probably because of her foster mother.

VBA: Do they sleep with you?

FC: Yes.

VBA: Your elevated skill reveals academic training.

FC: I began young. My parents were lovely. They paid for private lessons, in Bolivia.


Fernando Casas, Dinosaurs’ Tracks, 2009, Oil on canvas with hinges, 64” x 114’

VBA: Say something about the repeated motif of the missing head.

FC: It represents the void in our visual field. The source of our perception is a visual blind spot. Consciousness cannot see itself. After years of mapping the visual world, to find that it is incomplete, was a startling and profound discovery. This is an important element in my art.

VBA: To illustrate the visual field must require rigorous observation.

FC: Years of observing and recording. My pictorial investigations of the visual field began in 1974 when I made a radical shift away from non-objective art because I decided there was much new to be found in representational art. In 1976 I began to artistically analyze the visual effects of binocular vision which helped me understand that our visual perception of the world comes from combined inputs from the left and right eyes, from which our mind “chooses” what we actually experience, selects certain things from the two inputs and organizes them into a unified visual experience. With a bit of effort it is possible to see what the mind normally forces us to ignore, such as the peripheral, to which we are unaccustomed to paying attention. My artworks capture these “hidden” visual realities. They suggest that the “linear perspective” window-like portion of the visual field is artificially narrow and ill conceived, and that by paying careful attention, the larger visual world can be perceived. By 1979 I had progressed to depicting the surrounding “spherical” visual field on a flat image with six equidistant vanishing points. It was then I realized it is possible to create an image of everything that visually surrounds us, except of course, of my own head. But it required several more years for me to accept that the visual world is irreparably incomplete.

VBA: Fernando, if the mind edits down to one visual experience two sets of optical input, does that mean it actually creates the reality we perceive?

FC: Yes, reality gets constructed in the mind. The world that we know is the result of the input that comes from “out there” and the peculiar way that our sense organs and our minds grasp and organize this input. Think, for example, of color, let’s say yellow. Vincent van Gogh had the experience of yellow when looking at sunflowers. I ask you, where is this yellow? Surely not in the sunflower itself! A colorblind person would not see the same flower as yellow. If you see the flower at nighttime, under moonlight, it would look gray. Colors only exist in the minds of the sentient beings that have those experiences; out there are only wavelengths of radiation. The mind plays the same kind of role in our understanding of the world as it does with our experiences of color, sounds, etc. Just as we “see” the world only from the human sensory perspective, we can only “understand” the world with our conceptual categories, with our scientific theories. That’s why I say that reality is constituted by the mind and in this sense also exists only in the mind. I intend for my art to shift the viewer beyond the narrow experience of reality to an extra-ordinary experience.

VBA: Not easily, I read some of your published works on the void in our visual field, and learned that the observer is in a paradoxical relationship to it.

FC: This is remarkable. Any attempt to produce a complete depiction of the visual world fails because visual information comes to an end at a place beyond which nothing can be seen, the void or blind spot, which is “the place” occupied by the presence of the mind that experiences that world, by the observer who in principle is not part of her own visual world, but is certainly a necessary condition for its existence. The visual world is necessarily incomplete because it depends for its very existence on the presence of an observer who does not belong to it. In other words we are conscious observers firmly located inside the visual/spatial world that we experience, and also altogether outside of it.

VBA: Is this some kind of new discovery?

FC: Emmanuel Kant, Satre and others formulated theories on the relationship of the self to perceptual experience and Ludwig Wittgenstein held the view that the metaphysical subject is the limit of the visual world. What is novel about my analysis is it rests on pictorial illustration that used an all-encompassing system of visual representation. My mapping the entire structure of surrounding visual space identified the blind spot, showed the visual world to be incomplete and discontinuous, the self to be by necessity a localized absence, both present in and absent from the visual world.

VBA: Quite amusing to see you sniff at convergent linear perspective. Your writings dismiss that faithful system of spatial representation as invalid. How insolent.

FC: It is a limited way of organizing three-dimensional pictorial space on a flat surface, because it fails to take into account a wealth of fascinating visual phenomena that a careful observer finds in the surrounding visual reality. I altered the system to expand its representational capacity, so it allows an observer to represent her entire visual world using a six point non-Euclidian spherical perspective system.


Fernando Casas, Duality: The Labyrinth of Self-Deception (detail), 2013, Graphite on paper, 76” x 42”

VBA: Pictorial investigations of the visual world got you written about in ARTnews. They called your art “hyper-intellectual.”

FC: They said my art teaches our eyes new ways of looking.

VBA: It’s some distance from Montrose, and the wild bamboo was unexpected, but your home is splendidly designed with living space that flows into multiple studios.

FC: I built it myself, with the help of a friend.

VBA: Everything, plumbing and electrical?

FC: I contracted out the septic tank.

VBA: The painting Dinosaurs’ Tracks seems to signal an additional artistic concern. We see the Fernando figure with the missing head to suggest the discontinuity of the visual field, a curved horizon to indicate the curvature of the visual world that we fail to notice, and certainly allusions to dinosaurs speak of time, but you also appear to be contemplating our ultimately mysterious existence.

FC: I place myself sitting on what probably was a muddy riverbed on which dinosaurs walked millions of years ago leaving a superb track of fossilized prints. Needless to say the painting is an invitation to compare us with the dinosaurs. But the comparison is at least on two levels, one obvious and the other not so. The obvious one is that we humans are also just an animal species, part of the evolutionary process and our life is as precarious as those of the dinosaurs. Cracks on the rocks, chasms, volcanic sediments, craters, etc., emphasize this. And all of these too signal the passage of time. The less obvious comparison and a problematic one is between the fossilized holes of the dinosaurs’ tracks and the “hole” that appears in the painting, in the place where my head is.

VBA: In my opinion the painting expresses precisely what you call the “exquisite finitude and fragility” of life. Dead animals and dark planetary gasses make a similar statement in Laocoon, another piece with a “missing head” Fernando figure. You are referencing another void, the existential one, in that before birth and beyond death there is a blank, about which we know nothing. Now you get to answer my favorite question for philosophers, except those overly Thomistic. How do you feel about the fact that we will never know why we exist?

FC: Yes, we do not know why we exist, have no idea where we come from or where we go after death, if anywhere. But the fact that we don’t know this doesn’t imply that we will never know. Perhaps we will. We don’t know that either. But I see here no reason for despair, life is, or at least it can be, fascinating and full of meaning.


Fernando Casas, Spring - God, 2003, Mixed media on wood, 96” x 40”

Fernando Casas (b. 1946) presents Co-Constitutions in Houston, Texas. The Perfection of Time opens at Gremillion & Co. Fine Art on Thursday January 30--opening reception 6-8 pm. The Limit of the Visual World opens at G Gallery on Saturday February 1--opening reception 6-9 pm. Duality opens at Redbud Gallery on Saturday February 1--opening reception 6-9 pm. All images Copyright B 2014 Fernando Casas – Artist, All rights reserved.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Autumn Knight invokes Robert Rauschenberg at the GAR

Dean Liscum

I wasn't sure what to expect when I drove to Galveston to see Autumn Knight perform The Ghost of Robert Rauschenberg, a piece conceptualized by Eric Schnell and Sallie Barbee, at the Galveston Artist Residency. It was a sunny Saturday in January (1/11/2014) and the appeal of the solitary, windswept beach and the frisson of confronting a ghost was enough to get me in the car. So I went with it.  When I entered the gallery space, it was evident that Knight had crafted a piece that was all thoroughly Rauschenbergian.



The stage with its sand and drift wood recalled the Port Arthur native's childhood environment. The bedsheet-esque backdrops hanging from the ceiling alluded to many of his famous combines, which merged sculpture and painting through found objects and painted images. The casting smacked of Rauschenberg. Flaunting the convention of traditional Noh plays in which male actors play both male and female roles, Knight, an African-American female, played the role of Rauschenberg, a white-Caucasian male. Even the score referenced Rauschenberg. As percussionists Brandon Bell and Craig Hauschildt played xylophones with horsehair bows and the cymbals with their fingers, the original piece by Thomas Dougherty exhibited the influence of the music of avant-garde composer John Cage, one of Rauschenberg's close friends.



I can only imagine Rauschenberg's glee, epitomized by his impish smile.



The performance was a modern Noh play, which is a form of Japanese musical drama that's remained primarily unchanged since 13th century. The fact that it was based on the choreography of Rauschenberg's own Noh play performed when he was collaborating with Cage and others makes it a re-imagining of modern (i.e., Rauschenberg) interpretation of a Noh play.



Given the number of artistic interpretations, the performance could have resulted in no Noh play at all.



I'm not a Noh play expert, but it seemed to adhere to the form. I'd categorize this modern re-interpretation as a Kami mono in which Knight plays the Shite, which is the protagonist in human form. The waki, the Shite's counterpart or foil, is never seen because it is nothing more than Rauschenberg, nothing less than his life.



To this untrained eye, the narrative/conflict played out as man vs. himself\woman vs. herself. (I appreciate the gender ambiguity, but it's tough to write about.)



The Shite, and make no mistake Knight is the SHIT-E in this performance (check out the scowl in the following pic) is born/emerges, ...



struggles, dies, and ...



rises as a ghost to exit stage back...at least that's my somewhat flawed understanding of what transpired.



I was never so sure of the plotline, but Autumn's energy, grace, and concentration was unmistakable and well worth the drive. You can experience it for yourself on March 15, 2014  as the GAR will present the performance second time.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

The Bart Book of the Dead

Robert Boyd

The catalog says it best: "Sketch Klubb is a group of friends who get together every other Saturday morning to draw." It was 12 guys, but one of them, Michael Harwell, recently died. 1,000 Crappy Barts for Michael Harwell plus Klay Klubb is a tribute to their lost compadre.



When you walk into the big back gallery of Box 13, there is a vitrine with an open sketchbook. This is Harwell's sketchbook, and the page we see has 16 drawings of Bart Simpson's head. There are a minimal number of lines in the Matt Groening-designed head of Bart, and Harwell deliberately takes them apart.

Starting from this page, the surviving members of Sketch Klubb--Seth Alverson, Rene Cruz, Russell Etchen, Sebastian Forray, Lane Hagood, Cody Ledvina, Nick Meriwether, Eric Pearce, Patrick Phipps, J. Michael Stovall and David Wang--drew 1000 versions of Bart Simpson, which are on the three walls surrounding the vitrine.







They aren't very memorable drawings. The goal was quantity over quality. This may reflect the ethos of Sketch Klubb. They've put together a few zines and a book before, but I suspect the idea is to get together and draw without having an endgame in mind. Doesn't matter if it's "good."



Not that there weren't a few drawings that were clever. Like this Creature from the Black Lagoon Bart.



Or this Bart who looks a little like Hank Hill crossed with Walter White.



How about an airbrushed Bart with 13 eyes?



Or a sweaty Bart with a beard and boobs for eyes. (There were a lot of mutant Barts in the show.)



The work was hung in a off-hand, unprofessional way--pages curled up in the humidity. But that seemed right. After all, they weren't creating something for the ages--this was a temporary tribute to Harwell that no doubt recalled their casual Saturday morning get-togethers.

Slightly more finished work was on display in the front gallery of Box 13. These were ceramic objects made by Sketch Klubb. None of the work was labeled, so for the purpose of this review, just assume a collective authorship for these bizarre ceramic knick-knacks.





(Thank God the "MAN MILK" jug was empty.)










Some of them are pretty funny, and they seem like a natural extension of the artistic ethos of Sketch Klubb.

The individual artists in Sketch Klubb do a wide variety of work on their own, but as diverse as their styles are, I'd say that what they have in common is an element of humor. The question I have is that was it their sense of humor that drew them together in 2005, or is their sense of humor as artists partly a result of their time together in Sketch Klubb?

I saw this exhibit on opening night. The crowd was boisterous and good humored. I wonder what it would be like to see when the galleries are quiet and unpopulated.



Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Carlos Hernandez's Gig Posters

Robert Boyd

Live and in Person at the Rice Media Center is a show of gig posters by silkscreen printmaker and Burning Bones Press honcho Carlos Hernandez. The show features walls full of bold, colorful posters, most advertising musical acts that have came through town over the years.



The posters are under glass (or plexiglass), which is not the ideal way to see them because of the reflections on the glass, but it's a necessary evil with work on paper. One could also criticize the clean white walls--these posters would look better in the grungy confines of a rock and roll nightclub or a dorm room wall.



Still, it's nice to see so many at once and to be able to consider them as a body of work.

The art world has problems with this kind of thing. For one thing, these are advertisements. They're fundamentally commercial. There is a client somewhere who commissioned this work. The posters don't have the autonomy that a bona fide work of "fine art" has. They aren't the pure expression of an artist's will. One might think that postmodernism would have swept away these distinctions, but not really. Maybe if we wait a few decades, the art world will come around on this stuff.

Nonetheless, rock posters certainly aren't just advertisements and they have their own art history. It's worth remembering a little of that history because it informs Hernandez's work. In San Francisco in the 60s, a group of artists began making silkscreen posters for rock shows. The one main rule of making a poster was "readability"--the type and the image had to be clear. These artists--people like Victor Moscoso, Alton Kelley, Stanley Mouse and Rick Griffin--broke that rule with glee. They created hand-drawn typography that was deliberately difficult to read, for example. They would place two colors together that were the same value, so instead of one color "popping" out from the adjacent color, the colors would have a vibratory effect that simulated a psychedelic experience. Sometimes the posters were hand-drawn, sometimes they featured photos--but the photos rarely were of the bands or singers being advertised. These artists loved to use deliberately antique graphic elements (photos, typography), modernized by being printed with intense fluorescent colors.

The sixties rock poster set the stage for future posters like this, but the idea of the artist-driven rock poster faded in the 70s as rock music became more corporate and less localized. Rock poster art was revived when the punk scene came along, first via cheap xeroxed flyers and later with the return of the silkscreen rock poster. Frank Kozik started designing flyers in Austin in 1981 and is generally credited with reviving the art of silkscreen rock posters. Kozik was not much of an illustrator, but he was a great designer. Like the 60s artists, he loved to dig up old images and recombine it in his posters--in visually arresting and often quite disturbing ways.

Après Kozik, le déluge. Soon every town had its own poster artists doing silkscreen gig posters for the local palais de rock. Here in Houston, Uncle Charlie (Charlie Hardwick) is popular, as is Hernandez.

Around the same time as Kozik was recreating the silkscreened rock poster, Art Chantry was the art director for a music publication in Seattle called The Rocket. He worked with photographers and illustrators in a more-or-less traditional way, but he also started to use old images and old design--design that was, as he put it, uninfluenced by the Bauhaus or Paul Rand. The design of cruddy newspaper ads. He designed posters for rock shows and art shows at Seattle's Center on Contemporary Art where photographic images would not be halftoned, but would instead be reproduced by crude xerography. His work had a witty working-class feel--it was literally grungy and fit right in with the grunge scene in Seattle.



I mention all these artists and designers because you see a lot of their influence in Hernandez's posters. Look at the photo of Andre Williams in the poster above. It seems clear that Hernandez took an existing photo and xeroxed it, creating a rough, high contrast image. And he doesn't even try to stay "in the lines" with the red shape under the photo.



Ditto with this Supersuckers poster. The image looks vintage and slightly sleazy in a coy retro way. The photo (and the background) are reproduced in high contrast and not halftoned at all. (Halftones are a photo-mechanical method for creating print-ready images that show subtle changes in value in a given image.)





While Hernandez doesn't go as far as the San Francisco poster artists, he often uses hand-drawn lettering more for a visual effect than for ease of reading.



His lettering is distinctive. It has a feeling of being carved, as if he were doing woodblock prints or zinc plate engravings.



That "engraving" feeling extends to his drawing as well and is one of the the things that defines Hernandez's work. In addition to the influence of earlier rock poster artists, Hernandez is influenced by José-Guadalupe Posada, the great Mexican printmaker from the early 20th century. This influence was made obvious in his work for Messengers of the Posada Influence at the Museum of Printing History recently, as well as at his annual Day of the Dead Rock Stars exhibits at Cactus Records over the years.



This is what sets his poster work apart. While it is firmly in the tradition of the silkscreen rock poster that began in the 60s, the influence of Posada's Mexican revolutionary printmaking gives Hernandez's work a flavor all its own.

Live and in Person! Gig Posters and Other Printed Matter by Carlos Hernandez is on display at Rice Media Center through January 30.