Photo courtesy of Field Studio.
THE DEAD DON'T DIE
May 14th – June 2nd, 2021
The ever-present “death of painting” is constantly looming in the shadows of a painted image, more so in recent years for abstract painting. In the mid-2010s, a wave of reductive abstract painting labeled Zombie Formalism plagued the art world. Much of this work was comprised of made-to-order, systematic, repetitive, neutral, clone-like, and often gimmicky representations of past painterly movements. This assembly line regurgitation of artwork produced products that merely stood in for paintings often with a lack of an honest interest in investigating the subject with all its vulnerability—signs of the times.
In his book “The Earth Dies Streaming,” A. S. Hamrah introduces a chapter on George A. Romero’s groundbreaking zombie trilogy of American cultural critique. While speaking about 21st-century zombie movies that mimic Romero’s works, he notes that “...a fixed set of roles is available for cosplaying a repeatable drama that already took place somewhere else…The new zombie films cannibalize Romero’s films in an attempt to remake them ideologically, so that we will stop looking for meaning in them and just accept the inevitable.” Philosopher Steven Shaviro speaks of zombies in popular cinema as continuing “to participate in human, social rituals and processes—but only just enough to drain them of their power and meaning…The zombies are devoid of personality, yet they continue to allude to personal identity. They are driven by a sort of vestigial memory, but one that has become impersonal and indefinite, a vague solicitation to aimless movement.” These two quotes could just have easily been applied as criticism to much of the work of the Zombie Formalism movement: splatters of blood are replaced by splatters of paint, gray landscapes by flat gray monochrome paintings, recycled plot lines by recycled concepts, and a frenzy of living souls running to the mall to cash in.
Of course, the artists in The Dead Don’t Die are not impervious to the idea of recycling. However, these artists seem to understand that the Warholian approach has had many a half-life, and their mimetic relationship to art history and culture is less because they can (a capitalist and colonial notion or ownership or appropriation of a saleable brand) and more because they are curious and care about the subjects they pull from. Their recycling is conversational with the predecessor and does not attempt to devour them.
After the prices and profits of works by many Zombie Formalist darlings plummeted in secondary markets, abstraction understandably gave way to a new interest, the popularization of figuration. Additionally, recent American political turmoil and the continuation of centuries-long social injustices have created a whirlwind of uncertainty, and it seems that the more easily readable, explainable imagery that representational art can offer, has afforded us some semblance of comfort, bringing rise in the past several years, to a rich cohort of figuration and pseudo surrealist representation. When the world seems to be collapsing around you, it is hard to stare at an empty square and hope that it has all the answers, or at least any new answers to increasingly complex problems.
Taking its name from the Ohio-born filmmaker Jim Jarmusch’s recent zombie movie The Dead Don’t Die, this exhibition brings together works of eight artists investigating abstract painting through a variety of approaches, breathing new life into the genre. Although Zombie Formalism seemed like the death knell for non-objective painting, there is a contingent of young artists reanimating this practice yet again through refreshing and innovative methods. Abstract painting just won’t die. Despite the fact that abstraction lost its autonomy long ago (at the very least it is now always referential to itself), the artists included in this exhibition wholeheartedly utilize shape, line, mark, process, color, materials, composition, et. al. to express the personal, something that contemporary abstraction has sought to dispel as too sentimental, too romantic, or too uncool. Maybe that is exactly what abstraction can again borrow from figuration and representation: an honest depiction of something, something more complicated and rewarding than the privileged inside joke that abstraction has often become.
Additionally, the works by the artists in TDDD demand to be seen in person to fully realize their visceral subtleties, something that cannot be translated via a small screen or PDF price list. In recent years, viewing works in a gallery has frequently been thoroughly disappointing, as many works often look great on screen, but not so much IRL. This is challenging in the time of Covid, but experiencing the work of these particular artists in a safe space with a small number of adventurous observers may just be the perfect context for these complicated and reflection-inducing surfaces, all of which are alternately palpable or ephemeral when experienced in situ.
The artists included in this exhibition are alike in their interest in materials, a sense of touch, intuition, the meandering mark, novel approaches, and refreshing personal interpretations of the function and history of abstract painting, a history, for the most part, that has excluded them.
In a recent review of his work on Vogue.com, the artist Alteronce Gumby is quoted saying, “I look at these paintings as spaceships to take me to another planet, another solar system, another galaxy, to somewhere away from planet Earth…I want to go to a place to live without the baggage of cultural identity. It is trying to use color and abstraction—and the history of light and space—to take me there.” And take us there he does. Using colorful gemstones and painted glass shards that Gumby applies to the canvas by hand, his vibrant, mosaic-like paintings could be closeups of Impressionist canvases, a Mark Bradford detail, or the night sky in one of James Abbott McNeill Whistler’s Nocturnes. His use of color is transcendent. As much as his work carries us off to alternate places, its sharp fragmented surfaces keep us in the here and now. His act of labor and the bloodshed of working with razor-sharp substances reminds us of the cost of commodity and our feet remain firmly planted on this earth.
Lumin Wakoa’s small, intimate paintings are comprised of tessellating brushstrokes that have a similar density to Gumby’s broken glass. Leaving behind the traditional practice of working on an easel or wall, Wakoa completes her oil paintings as they lay in her lap. Making a work in this manner, cradling it between legs and hands, seems to undermine the notion of a painting being an item and instead is treated more like a companion, at least during the act of making. As elusive as her imagery is, the paintings themselves are specific. In her four small canvases there are hundreds of brushstrokes and not one of them feels out of place. It is no surprise that she uses memory and her own poetry to guide her work. Wakoa’s buildup of surface is like the cadence found in the sum of the lines of a poem. You can’t understand the first sentence until you have read the last.
If Wakoa’s and Gumby’s work are about building up a painting’s surface through an additive process, Willa Wasserman’s paintings seem to make almost everything disappear. Working on small linen canvases, she utilizes the age-old techniques of silverpoint and metalpoint, employing a traditional process in an untraditional fashion with the help of bulky brass or steel wool in lieu of a more controllable fine-point tool. Wasserman’s dispersed and haunting images grapple with the ghosts of painting, all the while giving us something to look at that is obscured or erased precisely enough to push against the preconceived notions of all things fully nameable. Are the paintings sincere? Are they ironic? They are ironically sincere.
While we are on the subject of what might be absent, Vaughn Davis Jr.’s large paintings provide gateways and gashes of negative space in his unstretched, unpredictably shaped canvases. Although torn, ripped, stained, and slashed these paintings do not feel violent or destructive. Instead, they read like acts of resilience. Like a surgeon Davis implements precision, dissecting and distressing his canvases and blurring the lines between sculpture and painting. Like all things that have lived, his canvases show the wear and tear of gravity, decision making, happenstance, circumstance, fragility, and growth.
Ravi Jackson’s shaped and stacked works also feel sculptural, expanding towards the observer. His paintings read as largely unplanned, with parts and pieces added at will and paint applied as if testing a household wall for a prospective paint color. In one painting, planks of wood are hinged to the surface and grommeted paper hang on the structure like a door and a curtain respectively, both painted with swaths of color. His use of familiar everyday materials is reminiscent of the domestic, constructed space. A drawing sits in the center of one painting with notes handwritten in sloppy cursive. The simple drawing of a “two-sided banana” as the text indicates, could refer to an object that either exists in the kitchen or hidden away in a bedroom drawer, but the loaded imagery of the presumed fruit takes us elsewhere too. Jackson’s work sits somewhere between the known space of buildings and the unknown space of abstract mark making. Another of his paintings reads somewhat like a prison window, although it is mostly a surface full of wide, expressive brushstrokes. The centrality of this window and bars in the painting brings to mind the abstract paintings of Peter Haley. Only there is one difference: Jackson’s cell feels lived in, used, and not as fun, a different investigation of the sensation of color.
While Jackson’s work address ideas of place, Theresa Daddezio’s work concerns itself with space. Highly sophisticated bands and curves of color in varying widths meander across the surface of her paintings. At times it seems like these works are portholes to infinite space, but instead they are trapped in a vast world of interconnected lines that spatially sit within the length of a half of an inch. This must be the view an atom has. The brain initially wants the works to identify as digital, but they don’t. They are handmade paintings, as if woven, and created by someone with a hypersensitivity to color while also possessing the rare trait of patience, a necessity to mix and apply paint with such decisive and powerful influence.
Olivia Drusin’s paintings also heighten the senses, although more minimal in nature than Daddezio’s work, but equally mesmerizing. Her paintings call to mind the patterned and geometric work of Bridget Riley and Anni Albers, but if the artist’s studio had run out of tape and was constructing motifs from memory without a strict design in mind. Both paintings dissolve the expected depth of the picture plane making atmospheric perspective the closest tangible thing to the audience and possibly the paintings’ subject. Drusin’s wobbly motifs and winding concentric circle allow a wandering about the canvas and makes us wonder what the work would have to offer if we could touch the subtle faces of each canvas as if each painting were a braille.
Aptly, we end with the work of Alvaro Barrington. Each artwork’s title references a date, 1953 and1968, the latter is coincidentally the release date of Romero’s Night of the Living Dead. His two small paintings, both body part-esque, one with fresh flesh tones hinged to the paper by a bloody-looking stripe of red paint. Philip Guston, one of Barrington’s many stated influences, seems to be close by. In the other work, a long serpentine piece of hair-like yarn moves through the right side of the painting, again hinged to the paper with a red stroke of paint as if it almost grew from there. Barrington’s work feels accumulated, as opposed to placed. His paintings attempt to bring order to chaos. The beautiful and immediate layers of paint are contrasted by coarse and uneven edges inherent in the burlap paper surfaces. The paintings are further contained by handmade raw wooden frames that feel like they were produced in a woodshop instead of by a commercial framer. These frames remain open without the constraints of glass, allowing his images to freely live and breathe all the while reaching out into our space to touch us.
So, why won’t the dead just die? It is, perhaps, because painting itself has less to say about the world around it than the individuals who continue to make them. One thing is for sure, these eight artists are not sleepwalkers.
–Shawn Powell
This Saturday, September 30th, at 3pm.
Please join us for an artist talk with Gianna Commito around the works in the current exhibition, Slip Lanes.
Commito will be in conversation with Abattoir about her abstract painting practice and influences, her unique use of casein paint, and more.
Visit our exhibition page to see images and read more information about Slip Lanes, including a text by Michelle Grabner.
Refreshments will be served.
RSVP to emily@abattoirgallery.com