Tag Archives: abstract

Monday 03/13 2017
Cinema Fatalite: Ben Murray at Moique Meloche

“In Life Review, Ben Murray’s solo show at Monique Meloche Gallery, Chicago, continues the artist’s reconnaissance of the maddeningly amorphous landscape of memory, here pinned to the walls in its most dramatic form. The “life review” is the classic, quasi-paranormal event wherein one’s life flashes before one’s eyes—in totality, crystal-clear—during a near death experience. A fictional trope and indelible fact to those who have experienced them, the life review is memory armed with the exigency of death, its celerity contrary to every little thing we imagine about ourselves—that we are some grand elegy in our total, that we are incapable of reduction to a series of scenes—when in fact we are, of course, nothing but scenes, none ever seen from the same perspective twice, singular in both our mind and the minds of others.”

Read the rest of my review in New American Paintings

Wednesday 12/28 2016
On Blood and Abstraction: Rebecca Morris at Corbett vs Dempsey

” … perfect save a pox, the red of dried blood—it’s the brightest color in the whole room, really, this dried-deoxygenated-but-still-too-fresh blood, each splock with its own idiosyncratic hair style, pili radiating as if from the weakest sun, clumping into constellations, gentle parabolic forms like arched eyebrows, carrying in them a sense of ad-hoc exigency, the kinetic beautiful violence requisite for their application demonstrated in their forms, an abstract take on a passage from a Bret Easton Ellis novel—The bathroom reeks of bleach and disinfectant and the floor is wet and gleaming even though the maid hasn’t started cleaning in here yet; Glamorama, pg. 256—a form of silent violence, an echo of a moment captured in all of its chaos atop a bone white grid, gleaming with gold, surrounded by marble, a porthole into God’s own bathroom…”

Read the rest of my review of Morris’ eponymous solo show in New American Paintings

Tuesday 09/27 2016
Blades, Waves, and Rhombi

Interference builds upon the rhombus-heavy infrastructures of digital art and information, as well as wave forms inspired by synthesizers and medical imaging devices. Finley tapes out each shape, then begins the painstaking process of painting them.The works appear backlit by bright neons, and shimmer with an ethereal iridescence reminiscent of polarized sunglasses, motorcycle windscreens, and pearls. The paintings hover between the naturalistic—the rippling, bait ball effect of Lost in the Waves—and the futuristic (a piece called Debug is built with the angular skeletons of digital animation; a histological study of corrupted computer code).”

Read the rest of my write up of Shannon Finley’s solo show in The Creators Project

Saturday 03/26 2016
Telescopic Views

“Park attempts to channel nature in all of its ungainly, uncanny beauty, and while all of the pieces are abstractions, they inspire telescopic views of our physical and metaphysical world; an intricate collage of woven paper, plied with paint and singed with graphite, resembles waves of water and skeletal muscle both, as well as the vast array of waveforms which subsume us—light, radiation, sound, thought—yet remain hidden.”

Read the rest of my review of Kwag Jean Park’s solo show at Andrew Bae Gallery in Newcity

Saturday 11/21 2015
Two Paintings with One Stroke

“To create the paintings, Fletcher prepares two canvases, one on the floor—his tee box—and another on the wall; these are placed in what he call his ‘kill room.’ The opaque box made with plastic sheeting, clamped to the overhead light fixtures via silver alligators, drape down to the floor like ghostly kudzu. Fletcher steps into a Tyvek coverall, drapes his mask around his neck, and picks up his implement of choice, an Illinois-made Tommy Armour ‘Big Scot’ 7 iron, to tackle the par 3 opening of his second series.”

Read the rest of my profile of designer/artist Kyle Louis Fletcher’s golf swing series at The Creators Project

Tuesday 04/21 2015
The Scarlet Self

“Their borders are fringed, cloudy, a particulate demarcation of crimson gnats, and that fuzz is really what the fuss is all about, an adroit—if blatant, once one sees it—analogue to the fungible nature of perception, memory, and self; there are images contained within the blood brumes, although it is only by the grace of Angel Otero’s exposition that we are privy to this, as they have been translated, riven, reconstituted, and then pressed—like a witch!—into their current, beautifully abused form; these were photographs once, the ultimate form of mimesis, until a triturator has placed his hands upon them, riven them, splayed them…and look at the bloody, powdery mess made of ipseity now!”

Read the rest of my review of Angel Otero’s Lago at New American Paintings

Thursday 02/26 2015
The Joy of Flighty

“Let’s run through those amorphous associations real quick, those things which Shore’s two sets of abstract works (there are really three series here, two of which are abstract while the third, which will be parsed separately, is more representational) echo: Mesoamerican design motifs, Cretan labyrinths, late 70′s/early 80′s Japanese and American video game sprite design, collapsing stars, team sports uniform and logo design—this one is immensely important, giving the show its name and the majority of the pieces their singular characteristic—and first edition hardcover John Updike Rabbit novels, all of which come together, far more gracefully under Shore’s aegis than your reviewer’s, into some inherently approachable, pleasingly intricate, and eye-shaking works which both hum like fluorescent tubes and shimmer like DXM-induced snake skin tessellation in a dark room.”

Read the rest of my review of Rebecca Shore’s Corbett vs. Dempsey exhibition in New American Paintings

Wednesday 01/21 2015
Morning Stars

” … the legs, splayed from their coxal knots and resembling a Humboldt squid just in mid-lunge, are transversed by the formless men of street and lavatory signage … “

Read the rest of my review of Paula Henderson’s exhibition … Looking For You in the Mirror … in Newcity