Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Exhibition Review #1: Hadley Holliday


The Solway Jones gallery is not an impressive space. Tucked away inside a nondescript, run-down office complex in Chinatown, the single-room gallery is small and rather industrial in style: cement floor, exposed wood-frame ceiling, florescent lights. Perhaps this is for the better, however, as the unpretentiousness of the gallery makes it all the easier for the current exhibition – a collection of the paintings of Hadley Holliday – to dominate the space. Eleven works are on display, united by Holliday’s use of stripes, geometric forms and colorful composition. In some paintings, such as Fool's Paradise (pictured), Holliday paints stripes into a elaborate yet elegant, multicolored swirl. In other works, U-shaped stripes stack one upon another, rainbow-like, or form co-centric grids. Many of the paintings are scattered with drips and spots, and as Holly Myers notes in her review of the exhibition, Holliday “generally guides the stripes around them.”

Of particular note is Holliday usage of acrylic paint on unprimed canvasses, a choice of medium that gives her work a unique style. With the pigments free to fully saturate the canvas, her colors are simultaneously vibrant yet gentle. This medium also allows the colors blend into one another, creating a complex, layered visual that is reminiscent of silkscreening.

Moving beyond their formal beauty, however, Holliday’s works raise some intriguing questions on the direction of painting in the twenty-first century. As Myers alludes to in her review, one cannot view Holliday’s work without wondering “Why a return to stripes in 2009?” To answer this question, it is necessary to return to the debate surrounding painting’s return to prominence in the 1980’s, and with it the
re-popularization of figurative art.

This dramatic shift in the art world generated both positive and negative reactions, aptly represented by the writings of Barbara Rose and Benjamin Buchloh. Rose was a vocal supporter of these developments. In “American Painting: The Eighties,” she harshly criticizes the conceptual, video, and performance artists of the 1960’s and 1970’s, arguing that these artists stunted the art world with “the idea that to be valid or important art must be ‘radical.’” With artists now free from “puritanically precise and literalist styles,” Rose joyfully notes that painters of the 1980’s are “dedicated to the preservation of painting as a transcendental high art, a major art, and an art of universal as opposed to topical significance.” No longer will art be judged on its sociopolitical critique, but rather it’s aura, “emphasizing the involvement of the artist’s hand…[in] creating highly individual visionary images.”

Buchloh, in contrast, argues that “the specter of derivativeness hovers over every contemporary attempt to resurrect figuration, representation, and traditional modes of production.” Curators such as Rose, in his view, are simply refusing to view “developments in the larger context of these historical repetitions, in their nature as response and reaction to particular conditions that exist outside o
f the confines of aesthetic discourse.” Thus, art of the 1980’s is every bit as reactionary and political as the art of the previous two decades; it is just reacting to new conservatism of Reagan and Thatcher. Buchloh also problematizes Rose’s emphasis on a painting’s aura, arguing that this fetishization serves only to reframe painting as a luxurious, high cultural product.

With this historical context in mind, let us return to Myers’ review of Holliday’s exhibition. Noting that Holliday’s work is “proof that there’s joy to be found yet in what has come to seem a dull and largely reactionary genre,” Myers uses the words “reactionary” and “joy” to describe the paintings. By juxtaposing t
hese two words (and their accordant meanings), Myers is in essence incorporating both Buchloh and Rose’s viewpoints. And this, I would argue, is exactly why Holliday is using stripes in 2009; as a contemporary artist, she must grapple with the conflicted legacy surrounding the return of painting in the 1980’s. Her works are conceptual and reactionary, but they also radiate with joy and exhibit an aura, a masterly touch. In short, her paintings prove that the Rose-Buchloh dichotomy is a false dichotomy.

It is difficult to categorize Holliday’s paintings within any specific art movement. They are too free-flowing and sensuous to fit neatly within the 1950’s abstract expressionist cannon, yet they are too abstract to fit within the “postmodern” cannon of the 1980-1990’s. While they share characteristics the color-field movement of the late 1950’s, Holliday’s press-release denies this affinity. But once again, this is precisely the point. Holliday’s press-release concludes with the following sentence: “Holliday’s works all joyfully nod references to American painting’s history while simultaneously acknowledging closer relationships with fashion and the decorative arts.” Her work, like that of many contemporary artists, acknowledges Rose and Buchloh but pledges allegiance to neither, in order to carve out a personal niche somewhere in between.

Bibliography:

Buchloh, Benjamin. “Figures of Authority, Ciphers of Regression: Notes on the Return of Representation in European Painting.” October (1981): 39-68.


Myers, Holly. “Artist of a totally different stripe.” Los Angeles Times, September 18, 2009, Arts Section, D23.


Rose, Barbara. “American Painting: The Eighties.” Arts Magazine, 1980.



Thursday, September 24, 2009

Blood and Ink - A. Conway Hubbard

"Blood and Ink"

A. Conway Hubbard

POVevolving Gallery, Los Angeles.

I discovered this show last weekend while wandering through the Chung King Road galleries in Chinatown. The exhibition consisted of approximately 30 original prints by Los Angeles-based artist A. Conway Hubbard - who happens to be the son of L. Ron Hubbard! Hubbard uses drypoint intaglio printing, a printing process in which a copper plate is inscribed directly with a steel needle. As press release described the show: "For this exhibition, Hubbard has printed each intaglio plate in varying ways, using both traditional black inks and his specially created 'blood ink.'" And yes, "blood ink" refer to just that - ink in which Hubbard's own blood is the primary ingredient.

In terms of style, the nudes themselves were beautifully rendered, almost photo-realistic in detail. Due to subtle blurring that occurs as result of drypoint process, the black ink prints took on a distinctively “antique” look. Moreover, as shown in the below left photo, many of the prints were created with a curved edge on top, a format characteristic of the daguerreotype. Hubbard’s framing choices furthered this “antique photo” style. All the black-inked prints were framed either next to the reddish “blood ink” plates; the effect was much like that of a photo and its negative.

Beyond Hubbard’s stylistic choices, however, I found it particularly interesting to consider “Blood and ink” – and it’s portrayals of the female form – within the context of our class discussion on feminist critiques of art. His portrayal of the female body did not fit with that of Chicago or Bengalis (who sought to discover an essential “female” art), nor did it fit with Kelley (who questioned the social construction of feminity and the female form). Rather, his prints reminded me of the work of Lucien Freud – technically suburb, expertly executed, but ultimately objectifying and somewhat disturbing. If anything, Hubbard’s prints resembled vintage porn photos.

This disconnect from a feminist art critique was only furthered when I read Hubbard’s bio in the press release. Describing his background, it notes: “Drawing was never easy for him but his passion drove him forward despite the many defeats…through careful study and application, he was eventually to succeed in developing a unique and distinctive technique and style.” Clearly, Hubbard views himself as a masculine “master painter” of old, who struggles valiantly to create his art.

While I can’t say I was a fan of Hubbard’s prints, the show was nothing if not intriguing.