Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Confronting the Deep: Christina Karll Studio Visit

Virginia Billeaud Anderson

We were barely ten minutes into our drinks at Poison Girl when Christy Karll mentioned parallel universes. I knew at that moment I would investigate the art she is exhibiting in Journey Through the Trees and Beyond, which opens at the Jung Center on October 4. Over the course of several studio visits I learned the following:


Christina Karll, Symbol Transcendence, 2006, Latex and plaster on panel, 96” x 48”

Virginia Billeaud Anderson: You comfortably use words like “time travel” and “force fields.” What solar system did you come from?

Christina Karll: I know. I don’t fit in. I never did feel like I belong here.

VBA: Me too. Your Jung Center artist statement announces quite decisively that the drawings, paintings and three dimensional artworks originate primarily in your subconscious mind, so let’s discuss the hidden and unconscious sources of your art.

CK: There’s no other explanation for the narrow columnar forms that appear so frequently in my drawings and paintings. They are unfamiliar, and must come from an unknown part of my consciousness. It’s true they are partially inspired by Chinese landscape painting, in which tall rocky peaks summon nature’s energy, and which in Taoist belief express the vastness of the cosmos. And I’ve entertained the idea that the vertical marks continue to emerge because cells in my body hold memory patterns of past human existence in the Himalayas. It’s possible my imagination devised them to symbolize the big mystery at death.

VBA: According to the artist statement, recurring images of distorted stair cases also surface unconsciously.

CK: Yes, the deeper less accessible part of my mind must be their source, because I never consciously decide to walk up to a canvas and paint one more staircase. Some collectors believe the ascending “steps” express our journey to higher awareness, and surely expanded consciousness is a valid interpretation. But it’s significant that I painted Water Stairway after reading the The Tibetan Book of the Dead, from which I learned about the four colors the dead person sees in the Bardo state between death and rebirth. Those colors float through my painting. When my father was dying I urged him to focus his consciousness on the radiant white light described in the book.


Christina Karll, Water Stairway, 2011, Latex paint on panel, diptych, 96” x 96”

VBA: Christy, your familiarity with Jung’s essay on the Tibetan Book of the Dead got my attention. In the early seventies I first came to know the piece in which Jung articulated that the apparitions in the Bardo state, which are projections of our minds, are essentially part of a journey to meet the self, which corresponds precisely to the point at which we meet the divine. Jung stated, “One’s own consciousness is a radiant Godhead itself.”

CK: You can see how he familiarized himself with Hindu, Gnostic, Tao, and Christian traditions. I like that. And it interests me that although he was a scientist, he studied the occult. Did you know Jung participated in séances?

VBA: I can’t look at your images of staircases and strange waterfalls without thinking of Pat Steir. How familiar are you with her work?

CK: I’ve studied it closely. In fact I visited her studio on one of my trips to New York. It’s not that I purposefully set out to imitate her, but her art has been tremendously influential. Actually it was Gael Stack who introduced me to Steir’s work, years ago, she looked at my work, and came up and handed me a book on her, my art was similar, the images as well as the process, first the meditation, then the mark making, it was all familiar. Once I attended a lecture at the CAMH where Steir was part of a panel discussion, and I could actually see her aura, literally see it, not the other speakers’--only hers. I spoke to her afterwards and told her I saw her halo and she looked deep into my eyes, as if unsurprised by that.

VBA: Jerry Saltz described Steir’s paintings as “internally lit,” an apt summation of your paintings. You are surely aware that Steir believes an unseen force directs the pouring and removing of paint, it is done according to the universe’s rhythm.

CK: The pulsation guiding Steir is the chi, but when I studied this flow I learned that the correct word is “Qi” and it is pronounced “Ji.” Pat Steir was influenced by classical Chinese landscapes. Those landscapes represent a cosmic force, and mine do that, the animating force. My art is a meditation on energy.


Christina Karll, Untitled, 2013, Latex and plaster and conté pencil on panel, 60" x 48"

VBA: Do you practice meditation?

CK: Every day I stretch and just receive the energy. It’s a way of thanking the universe. Also for me, walking in the woods is meditation, as well as working in my studio. Once I’m in the zone, drawing or painting becomes a form of meditation. It could even be considered channeling. I often have music playing while working, and quite often I dance, I love to dance because it raises the energy. I move my body and redirect good energy and animation into the work, and also I think positive thoughts. It works, and it makes a difference. Jackson Pollock did a similar thing in the early part of his career when he borrowed ceremonial movements from Native American sand painting rituals to allow his unconscious mind to form mythic images. He was like a shaman, moving rhythmically around the painting to try to open up lines of communication between the supernatural and natural worlds. I remember reading that Giacometti also tried to inject mystical power into his work. He was interested in magic and alchemy. When I made large paintings for a restaurant commission they were on the floor of my studio, and I moved around them in a meditative way. It makes me feel as if I am part of the painting.

VBA: The image of bundled sticks is far out, admittedly the most perplexing of the repeated and unconscious motifs. By rendering it in bronze you seem to have elevated it to mythic status.

CK: Those bundled sticks have become a primary iconographical element in my art. The image first appeared in drawing in 1990, followed by a painting series, and then I created it in the three dimensional using bronze, which indicates to me it’s extremely important to my psyche, but I don’t know its meaning. On one level the biomorphic form voices my concern about humans harming the planet, while it more broadly signifies the universe’s connectedness. In the 1990 drawing Earth-patch Bundle I depicted the stick bundle floating in a mysterious landscape, it levitates in the tree tops and hovers in its own force field. By combining, layering and erasing the form it becomes ambiguous, and vanishes and reappears. Its wider significance which is not yet fully understood, not yet fully revealed to me, relates to quantum physics and the limits of time and space. I’m talking here about the nature of reality.


Christina Karll, Earth-patch Bundle, 1990, Pastel and conté pencil on paper, 58” x 64”

VBA: Mercy. We’re confronting the deep. This level of contemplation puts me in mind of Pascal’s admission that the silence of infinity frightened the pants off of him. The immensity of the unknown sent the scientist running back to church. Your stick bundle is a pictorial reference to extra dimensional reality. Do you associate it with your deceased sister’s essence?

CK: I certainly do.

VBA: Do you think she exists?

CK: Somewhere on another plane, in another dimension. Look, there are parallel universes, and they are right here! I actually began making art after my sister’s death, her death was the impetus for my art. She was the true artist, she was a great artist, it was so easy for her to create, and it is very difficult for me. I struggle constantly, like I am with this large Untitled, it’s going through so many phases. I’m sure I began making art to connect to her once I lost her, and it might sound silly, but at times I feel as if I’m channeling her. Every once in a while I say “Susan, I need some help here,” I do, I ask her for her help, to send me energy. If I could harness her creativity, her talent, I would be so good.

VBA: Leading physicists, Brian Greene, and the late Werner Heisenberg who won a Nobel Prize, would agree with your statement about parallel universes being right here. In their understanding of quantum physics, parallel universes exist alongside our own, and there are possibly eleven multiple dimensions curving through ours, which in my estimation calls for a radical revision of our beliefs about ultimate reality.

CK: This expanded view of reality is the reason I used the word “beyond” in my exhibition title. I’m trying to understand myself, as well as the mystical aspects of existence, through a wider investigation of quantum physics, philosophy, comparative religion, mythology and even ancient writing. My art is a journey to understanding my own deep inward mystery. Rothko did that. He was a visionary. When I saw the Rothko exhibition at the Tate I learned that he valued repetition, he believed that if an image was important enough to paint once, it should be done over again and again, like my bundled twigs. This was aligned with Jung who made it a rule to never let a figure or figures that he encountered leave until they had told him why they had appeared to him.


Christina Karll, Antler Mountain Chair, 2014 Mixed media, 36 x 22 x 24 inches

VBA: Even without knowledge of the biographical fact that you help Jane Goodall raise money to protect chimpanzee habitats, one “gets” your connection to animals, which is detectable in the art. Comment on the theme of animals.

CK: The bond with them is practically indescribable, it’s extremely deep. The animating force or consciousness that runs through everything is in them too, and I want to understand it. They are immensely mysterious. Animals interact without words, which seems advanced to me, there’s probably a lot there to enlighten us.

Look, I’m not a vegetarian. I eat meat. Several things are going on in works such as Antler Mountain Chair. For one, the antlers have a magical totemic quality. I’m also commenting on inhumane treatment in the way we harvest animals for food, and the trafficking of exotic animals. Clear cutting of forests destroys habitats which is devastating to animals. The lumber companies are dually complicit because poachers ride on the logging trucks to capture exotics and to kill for the illegal bush meat trade, which operates at about $19 billion annually and leads to species extinction. And did you know that the Ebola virus which is blasted all over the news because it’s killing all those people in Africa can be linked to eating infected wild game or bush meat?

There’s another connection. Dreams as you know are the mess of our unconscious mind, and they are also a source of my art. My painting of the human figure with the deer face that gazes directly at the viewer is grounded in a vivid dream in which I was a deer, I was actually in a deer’s body, and extremely frightened by a noise from a machine that was coming closer. I felt threatened by something awful and hidden, but close by. I often call that deer-face figure “Shakespeare,” I’m not sure why but I’m relating him to the greatest writer of human tragedy in the English language.

I want to tell you something because I believe it’s relevant to my art. For my entire life I’ve been inarticulate, which is probably an important reason I paint. When I was a child I was painfully shy and developed a slight stutter, and felt uncomfortable around groups of people. My mother took me to the speech therapist her friend's son was seeing, he was a handsome, shy boy and I had a crush on him. My condition gradually improved but his worsened, and years later I learned sadly that he killed himself and I know it was from crippling self-doubt, because I’ve felt it. As a child I spent quite a bit of time alone, with my dog, with animals and out in nature, and my communication skills improved. Looking back, I find links between the past and the path I’ve chosen. This is called “introversion,” one of Jung’s favorite terms by the way. This interview is another introspective process for me, a scary one.

VBA: The installation you created for the Jung Center’s main gallery is tied to the theme of animals, and has much deeper implications.

CK: My installation I Will Become a Mountain Again, (material prima) visually suggests animals and mountain landscapes, as well as my body, and is based on Jung’s correlation of the principles of alchemy as detailed in the Magnum Opus to the process of realization of the self, which he called individuation. According to Jung’s construct the “negrido” alchemical stage symbolized by the color black stands for darkness, confusion, and the shadow, and the “albedo” stage symbolized by the color white denotes purification, spirituality and understanding. The piece is made of stacked layers of sheer colored metallic fabric that symbolize the alchemical transformation of common metals into gold, and nod to the four alchemical symbolic colors. It cites our evolution through hazy incomprehension to enlightenment. You will notice bare feet beneath the fabric, they are haunting, no? Those are casts of my feet, and they complete the image of my personal transformation into a deer and a mountain, and the integration of my psyche.

It’s important you recognize that my paintings also model the stages of the Opus because they evolved in phases. Their ghost images and visible traces resulting from alterations, beneath layers of poured and dripped paint, are important components. These artworks represent an act of transmutation.

VBA: Integral to transformation is that absurd notion of time.

CK: Precisely, time is an ingredient in my art. And, it’s so weird that time might not be real, even if it feels real. Moments do seem to move forward.

VBA: Einstein spoke of relativity’s “incomparable” beauty.

CK: Beautiful yet inexplicable. When my father was dying he had some kind of revelation about time. I don’t know what happened to him, but his expression indicated it was transformative. He was unconscious, then he came back, and he said, “Christy! Time is all relative!” I think he travelled. When he was unconscious he held his body straight with his toes pointed forward, and his hands flat on each side, like he was floating. I believe he was time-travelling. What’s spooky is he saw something in my future that upset him. He said “Oh no! Christy, it’s you, no!” I wonder about that.


Christina Karll, Untitled (Connectivity) Slate Blues and Greens, 2006, Latex paint, oil stick and conté pencil on panel board, 96” x 48”

VBA: Several times we’ve discussed important Neolithic sites we have visited. Being at those sites, Catal Huyuk is an example, reinforces for me the extreme depth of time, and the fact that human consciousness extends so deeply through it, and invites me to wonder if consciousness and intelligence are eternal, in the Vedic sense. The Upanishads tell us everything existed in the beginning, and it always will.

CK: When I saw Neolithic sites in Scotland it touched something deep within me. I saw myself! It went beyond perception, I felt connected to the earth and the cosmos, and thought “I am this.” It was deeply felt, and inspired my art. Some symbols and figures were quite unfamiliar and Jung might have categorized them as primordial images and archaic remnants without known origins, but they felt familiar to me. We probably share DNA with others from distant eras, and I’m trying to capture that mystery in the art. One way is by incorporating texture made from organic materials. I create relief in my paintings with a mulch of paper and leaves and hair, usually my own hair.

VBA: How can anyone have that much hair? It’s Pythian.

CK: Oh, my mother thinks I should cut my hair.

VBA: So how come you haven’t used the word “spiritual?” I’m usually up to my ass in the word spiritual when I talk to artists. They love to use that word.

CK: My art is spiritual because it’s a tool for self knowledge.

VBA: Self knowledge is the most sensible thing one can achieve according to Socrates, and by the way, your philosophy coheres with the fundamental spiritual premise that where we attach our inner mind, is where we meet the self, and is precisely where we find heaven and hell and the gods.

It came to pass that a fellow artist decided it was important to set me on the right track regarding your art. Last year Keith Hollingsworth contacted me and encouraged me to “investigate” Christina Karll’s art. “Dig beneath the surface,” Keith insisted.

CK: And I didn’t know my friend Keith talked to you about me, until recently. Naturally when I heard, I felt I had to follow up.


Christina Karll, Journey Through the Trees, 2009, Latex paint on canvas, 96 x 60

Coupla Guys Sittin' Around Talkin' About Art Fairs

Robert Boyd

I wrote about Brian Piana's podcast, Spill Some Stuffearlier this year, and now I have the pleasure of being a guest on it. He wanted to talk about art fairs. We started by talking about Frieze and the smaller satellite fairs in New York and compared those fairs to the two we have in Houston, the Texas Contemporary Art Fair and the Houston Fine Art Fair. We discuss a lot of specific artworks (Jonathan Monk gets a lot of ribbing), and close with a brief discussion of an art fair that I'd like to see in Houston.

When Brian Piana decides to engage in a new hobby, he goes whole hog. This was evident in the excellent home-brewed beer he served me, and in the podcast set-up he uses. It consists a large chrome-plated microphone (that looked like it could have been used in radio broadcasts from the 1940s) mounted onto a wood plank, with two microphone screens on flexible necks between us and the microphone. Visually, it was amazing! This was sitting on a small table. I sat on one side and Brian was on the other. He was monitoring the recording on a computer screen as we spoke. And all this set up paid off--the interview sounds great. You know how when you hear your own recorded voice, it usually sounds really weird? At least for me, it never sounds right. Up until now, I've always assumed that had to do with the way we hear our own voices. But now I wonder if that's true. I was amazed at hearing my own voice on Piana's podcast--it sounded natural. It didn't have that "off" sound that recordings of my own voice usually have.


Spill Some Stuff's podcast studio

Even though I managed not to sound completely dreadful, Piana as always sounds great. KUHF should give him an hour every week to chat with whoever he likes. (Of course, it's hard for me to be completely unbiased about a full hour of me spouting off on this and that. Because obviously it's great.) Anyway, Spill Some Stuff won't exclusively deal with art in the future, but so far it has really had some great local Houston art content. Give it a listen.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

HFAF 2014: The Good Stuff

Robert Boyd

OK, I was pretty harsh on the Houston Fine Art Fair here and here. These things are always a mixture. You have the good and the bad and a lot in between. The problem with HFAF was that the bad was so bad, and there was so much of it, one wonders if good galleries like Shoshana Wayne Gallery and Mark Borghi Fine Art will want to continue their association with the fair. Art fairs need to be curated to an extent, and there was little sense that HFAF was particularly selective.

But even if their inclusion criterion was nothing more than a gallery's willingness to pay the booth fee, some good art sneaked in. Here's some of my favorites.


James Surls at Wade Wilson Gallery


James Surls at Wade Wilson Gallery

I love James Surls and was struck by how nice these large sculptures look inside (I think they are meant to be outdoors sculptures). I was a bit surprised to see Surls associated with Wade Wilson (I though Barbara Davis was his local gallery when he bothered--but a look at the artists page on their website suggests that is no longer true.Wade Wilson Gallery closed their Houston location after opening a Santa Fe gallery. I was a little surprised to see them in Houston--at least one Houston artist had to sue Wade Wilson to get paid in recent years.


Michal Rovner, Yaar (Laila), 2014, LCD screens, paper and video, 46 1/2 x 40 1/2 x 2 3/8 inches at Shoshana Wayne Gallery

Not surprisingly, there wasn't much video art at HFAF. I think there were literally more lenticular artworks than video artworks. But one video piece I liked was this eerie one by Michal Rovner, featuring two lines of people endlessly marching on what looks like the face of a cliff. A group of cypress is in silhouette in the foreground. The latter feature seemed slightly unnecessary--the point of the work was the endless line of marchers. But as I looked closely, I realized that the center tree covered a seam between two video monitors. I guess you have to work with monitors that are actually manufactured, and if you want to have a nearly square image like this, connecting two monitors is the only way to do it. It detracts from the main idea, unfortunately. But I still found Yaar (Laila) to be a rather haunting piece.


Sabrina Gschwandtner, Hearts and Hands Brown and Blue, 2014, 16 mm polyester film, polyester thread, 23 5/8 x 23 1/2 inches at Shoshana Wayne Gallery

I saw Sabrina Gschwandtner's work earlier this year at Pulse. Aside from creating very interesting collages with old bits of 16 mm film, her surname has the highest consonant to vowel ratio of any other artist that I know of. Her pieces require a lightbox to be seen properly. Because the strips of film are sewn together, there is a rather quilt-like quality to her pieces. I find the patterning quite hypnotic.


Sabrina Gschwandtner, Hearts and Hands Brown and Blue (detail), 2014, 16 mm polyester film, polyester thread, 23 5/8 x 23 1/2 inches at Shoshana Wayne Gallery


John Chamberlain, Flywheelsonata, 2007, painted and chromed steel at Mark Borghi Fine Art

This rather antic piece by John Chamberlain exudes a happy feeling not always present in his work, which can be a little anxious in part because the association one may draw from it with car accidents. I know he always claimed to be a formalist, but still his work is from the high tide of the automobile (and thus the auto accident). It's nearly impossible not to think about that. But here, by using narrow strips of brightly painted sheet metal, I get an entirely different feeling.


John Chamberlain prints for sale to benefit the Asia Society

In addition to the John Chamberlain sculpture, HFAF was auctioning off two John Chamberlain prints (and some other artwork) to benefit the Asia Society.


Larry Poons, Untitled #13, 1973, acrylic on canvas, 55 1/2 x 29 inches at Mark Borghi Fine Art

This alarming snot avalanche by Larry Poons was perversely fascinating. 


Luis Jimenez, El Buen Pastor, colored lithograph, 1999 at Redbud Gallery

Redbud Gallery had several Luis Jimenez prints, including this powerful portrait of Esequiel Hernández, Jr., the goat herder killed by U.S. Marines in 1997.


Jim Dine, Double Iron Man, woodcut, 68 x 98 inches at Adamar Fine Arts

When I saw these antic woodcuts, I immediately thought, "Wow!" I would have never guessed that they were by Jim Dine. There is something about these two faces that really grabs me--a combination of the crude cartoonish rendering, the intense and unexpected colors and the restless texture.


Donald Sultan, Screen Aug 25, 1987, aquatint with relief print on reverse, 63 x 144 inches flat at Parkerson Gallery

I wish they had displayed this Donald Sultan on the floor so that we could see both sides of the screen. The image on this side is simple, but I love the smudginess.



Bert Long, Search, 1987, mixed media, 26 x 44 1/2 inches at Deborah Colton Gallery

Great colors on this Bert Long at Deborah Colton Gallery, which had one of the more interesting booths at HFAF.


Suzanne Anker, Carbon Collision in the Diamond Mind 33-40, 2013 metallic glazed porcelain at Deborah Colton Gallery

Suzanne Anker's little porcelain statuettes look decidedly dangerous.


Ferhat Özgür, Corps of Honour, 2011, watercolor on paper, 15.75 x 23.62 inches at Deborah Colton Gallery

Ferhat Özgür had a whole series of bizarre, slightly martial watercolors, including this tender moment between two Turkish soldiers.


The Houston Artists Hall of Fame



Jackie Harris, The Fruitmobile, 1967 Ford station wagon modified 1984

The fair devoted a considerable amount of space to the Houston Artists Hall of Fame, an exhibit of artists chosen by Patricia Covo Johnson. The idea is that there will be new artists added each year. In a way, it might have been a bad idea for HFAF to host this because it showed how weak most of the exhibitors were in comparison. It was nice that Johnson included an art car (one of the very first art cars, in fact) , recognizing the importance of this oddball vernacular art form to Houston.


Jesse Lott, Ascension of the Fire God, ca. 1974, wire and other found materials


two Jim Love sculptures


Manual (Ed Hill and Suzanne Bloom), Louis Corinth in Vermont, gelatin silver


Mel Chin, Cross for the Unforgiven, n.d., AK47s and steel


Alabama Song's booth

As they did last year, HFAF comped Alabama Song a booth. Work was hung salon-style and was for sale at all different price points (good idea!). They also had some participatory art happening. Rocky Wang played ping pong with all challengers.


Rocky Wang taking all comers with a shoe

Despite the fact that he handicapped himself by playing with his shoe instead of a paddle, Wang eviscerated every challenger.


Rocky Wang's hat with a tiny ping pong paddle


Rabéa Ballin at Alabama Song


Miguel Amat at Alabama Song

Miguel Amat will be having a show at the Blaffer Gallery later this fall--I'm looking forward to it and so should you.

Fotofest also had a booth which featured an intriguing selection of Arab photographers.


Ahmed Mater, from the series Illumination (Ottoman Waqf), 2014, gold leaf, tea, pomegranate, Dupont prints at Fotofest


Ahmed Mater, from the series Illumination (Ottoman Waqf), 2014, gold leaf, tea, pomegranate, Dupont prints at Fotofest


Hassan Hajjaj, Odd 1 Out, 2000/1421 from the series Kesh Angels, 2009-2012, c-print, walnut wood frame, tomato cans at Fotofest




Lalla Essaydi, Harem #29, 2012, chromogenic print at Fotofest

So it wasn't all bad. But HFAF still has to improve a lot, and their trajectory over the past couple of years has not been in the right direction.



Return of the Asshole

Robert Boyd

Noted vandal Uriel Landeros (see thisthis, this, this and this)  returns with a new series of drawings he calls his "prison series." He posted them on his Facebook page. He describes them thus: "Its like telling a lion to stop being a lion, what dosent kill u makes u stronger. Short preview of my Prison series. The people of change, Patriots, Activist and other influential people." He includes portraits of Julian Assange, Edward Snowden, Carlos Slim, and Joaquin "El Chapo" Gúzman. Other drawings include a self-portrait behind bars, a masked tagger striking a heroic pose and a couple of "sheeple." Lord they're terrible. But the ballsiest picture is a portrait of Tony Shafrazi.


portrait of Tony Shafrazi by Uriel Landeros

I've lightened the image from Landeros's dark Facebook image so it's a little easier to see. Shafrazi is a very successful gallery owner, but he is best remembered as the asshole who spray painted Guernica in 1974. (Obviously a role model for young Uriel.) Of course, I prefer to think of him as the asshole who assembled a contemporary art collection for the Shah of Iran shortly before the Iranian revolution. (There are many Shafrazi-esque assholes now, selling pricey art to various Gulf State despots as we speak.)

That the little asshole should pay homage to the big asshole seems only fitting, no?

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Argument for the Elimination of Art Fairs in Houston: HFAF 2014, part 2

Robert Boyd

(Continued from Part 1)

STUNT ART!



Federico Uribe at Art Nouveau Gallery

To paraphrase Hennessy Youngman, that's too many pencils, therefore "art!"


Wang Ziwon, Mechanical Buddhahood, 2014, urethane, metallic material, machinery, electronic device (CPU, motor), 37 x 9 x 25 inches at Keumsan Gallery

Why not have a slowly moving slightly creepy doll man in your collection?


Wang Ziwon at Keumsan Gallery


Geraldo Feldstein, Fernandito, iron and resin

"Like."


Nathan Vincent at Emmanuel Fremin Gallery

Hey, just because it's stunt art doesn't mean I hate it. I liked Nathan Vincent's massively blown up crocheted army man sculpture. It may be nothing more than nostalgia for me, but it looks really cool. Maybe that's enough.


Nathan Vincent, Gold/Silver/Porcelain Glock, 2 x 6 x 6.5 inches each

Another set of Nathan Vincent sculptures. If they didn't sell at the art fair, maybe they could bring them back and sell them at the gun show. At $500 apiece, they are quite competitive with real Glocks.


Chris Hedrick, two thumbs up, carved linden, 24 x 15 x 4 inches at Koelsch Gallery

The biggest show of stunt art was a booth full of Chris Hedrick's wood carvings at Koelsch Gallery. But his "stunt" is his supernatural woodcarving ability and his sense of humor. In a world of deskilled conceptual art, I still doff my hat to anyone who can do what Hedrick does, and the fact he does it with such wit only makes it better.

CARTOONS!

 


Bram Reijnders, Saving All My Love For You, mixed media on canvas, 28 x 50 inches

You know me. I love comics. But is there any lazier subject matter in contemporary art than cartoon characters? It's almost always infantile instant gratification. Jeff Koons and Takashi Murakami know this, and so do many less famous artists at HFAF.


Bram Reijnders, Famous Mouse Escapes, mixed media on canvas, 33 x 72 inches


Nelson De la Nuez, Be Happy, hand painted mixed media on canvas

Sure, these kinds of figures can be ironic, or can have powerful resonance by using common childhood tropes. There are ways to use them meaningfully in art. But that wasn't on the menu at HFAF.

Nick Veasey, Superman Takes a Break, c-type x-ray phootcgraphic print, 60 x 47 inches at Evan Lurie Gallery


Terry Thompson, Cap'n Crunch Pop, 2012, oil on canvas, 40 x 60 inches

Fifty-odd years ago, this kind of thing was transgressive and bracing. Now it is pure shit.


Gary John, Comic, acrylic on Korean Newspaper, 30 x 30 inches

Sometimes an artist brings a particular personal style to cartoons, and sometimes that works. But not Gary John's pieces, alas.

MATCHES THE SOFA!

 



Dina Gustin Baker, Crescendo, 2008, oil on canvas, 50 x 64 inches

Some pieces seem to be marketed less at collectors than at decorators. This must infuriate serious abstractionists, but let's face it--people like art that looks good in their house. In a way, the sign of a true collector is that her collection makes no sense as decoration. In other words, it doesn't look good with the couch.


Haessle (sic) at Kips Gallery


Kim Keunjoong at KP Projects

This isn't to say that these works are necessarily bad. I was really impressed by this intensely colored painting by Kim Keunjoong--the flowers were like decorative embroidery, and the line of gnomic text provides an unexpectedly straight contrast to the swirling curves of the flowers. So maybe this would have appealed to a collector. But just as likely it appealed to a decorator.

JUST PLAIN BAD.

 

I could post photos of bad art from this fair all day long, but this post is getting too damn long. But I did want to spotlight these two exceptional pieces.


Jacques Lebscond at Frederic Got Gallery


Yuroz at Murloge Gallery/Off the Wall Gallery

I love how Yuroz churns out kitsch paintings in a watered down version of a style that ran out of steam almost a hundred years ago. (There's a great picture of him meeting the Pope on his website.)

THE MOST OFFENSIVE ART AT HFAF

 


Max-Steven Grossman, (top) Art SP, 2013, photo composition on lucite, 48 x 100 and (bottom) Musica, 2014, photo composition on lucite, 48 x 100 inches at Axiom Contemporary

Max-Steven Grossman's lifesize photos  of libraries offended me more than any other piece of art at HFAF. This was a very personal offense. Lot's of things that offend other people don't offend me at all, but the fundamentally anti-intellectual conception of these photos sickened me. I love books. I love reading. These images take the place of books, almost literally. The space they occupy on your wall is the space you could have for actual books. Indeed, if you wanted to, for the price of one of these photos, you could very likely buy copies of every single book pictured--with money to spare for some Ikea bookshelves. You could carefully arrange the books you just bought to look like these photos. And as an added bonus, you could read the books if you so chose.

Grossman's photos in effect say, "Books are fine decorations, but what kind of brainiac loser actually reads them?"

OK, I will admit--these last two posts have been cruel. But HFAF deserves it. This art fair was a slap in the face, a statement that Houston deserves all the kitsch they can shovel down our throats. We've seen the two art fairs, TCAF and HFAF, dramatically shrink this year. I question in the long run if Houston can even support one art fair. But I know in my gut that we can't support two. As lame as TCAF was this year, if one of these fairs has to go under, I hope it is HFAF. Perhaps in such a circumstance, TCAF could absorb all that's good in HFAF and become a better art fair.

Because there was good stuff in HFAF. In the last two posts I've focused almost exclusively on the negative. But my next post will be a catalog of things I liked at HFAF.