By Show and Tell
By Bree Davies
By Bree Davies
By Cory Casciato
By Emilie Johnson
By Robin Edwards
By Bree Davis
By Josiah M. Hesse
Among the several shows around town right now that illustrate the continuing power of the figure are two that close this weekend--so you've got to hurry. The first is a painting show, while the second one focuses on sculpture.
At LoDo's 1/1 Gallery, Denver household name Patti Cramer presents a large and impressive solo show entitled, not surprisingly, Patti Cramer. Cramer is well-known both because of her fifteen-year run in the exhibition schedules of a number of the city's best galleries and because from 1982 to 1987, her charming and wry "Overheard Conversations" cartoons appeared in Westword. These cartoons put forward Cramer's signature approach to her compositions, which is still seen in her most recent work at 1/1. Many of these recent paintings, such as the large and vibrant acrylic on canvas "Spring Fling," are densely populated with figures enriched by her detailed approach to backgrounds.
Cramer's subjects, typically stylish, upscale types, are most often seen at leisure. They chat over lunch in a restaurant or run into each other on the street or in a shop. They are thus caught by the artist in a state of social interaction. Cramer explains that her interest in documenting the activities of small groups of people stems from her favorite hobby--observing them. "When I'm traveling, all I do is watch people," she says. But the style also reflects her lifelong interest in Italian Renaissance art, which made this kind of picture a standard of that era.
Like so many others in the last few centuries, Cramer has traveled to Italy to further her art studies. And she has made the history of Italian art a scholarly pursuit. According to Cramer, the work of the fifteenth-century Renaissance master Masaccio has been particularly important to her.
At first this may seem odd, especially given Cramer's unabashedly expressionist brushwork and the conventionalized, simplified and abstract approach she takes to her model's faces. Neither attribute, after all, would seem to have much to do with the art of the Italian Renaissance. But notice Cramer's hieratic and linear picture design in the acrylic on canvas "Gams and Gamberetti" and her reliance in the same painting on bold, pure colors--both of which are just like Masaccio. Even easier to see is the influence of mid-century modern artists, especially those who continued to express an interest in the figure during the abstract tidal wave of the postwar period. Cramer points to Italian modernist Marino Marini and American master Milton Avery.
In addition to Cramer's social-scene paintings, the 1/1 solo show presents other traditions she has long worked in. There are, for instance, the portraits that take an even more simplified and conventional approach to the subject's faces than do the society paintings. In "Violet," a diminutive acrylic on canvas, the apparently chic woman's face has been reduced by Cramer to just a few daubs of paint. Even more abstract are Cramer landscapes such as "County Kerry #3" and her horses, in particular the large and moody acrylic on canvas "Best Foot Forward" (one of the most obvious nods to the neo-expressionist movement with which the artist has had a peripheral association).
A short ride west of town to Golden reveals another fine show in which artists are attempting to use the figure and at the same time create contemporary work: the eighteenth annual North American Sculpture Exhibition at the always worthwhile Foothills Art Center. Since this show has been juried, it really shouldn't be thematically unified at all. But it is. What happened? World-renowned San Francisco-based sculptor Manuel Neri, who was the single juror, chose, with a few token exceptions, only those pieces that supported his point of view about sculpture. Neri's exquisite work derives from the figure, and so does nearly everything in this show. (This sort of self-absorption is inevitable, and it's what makes all artists bad judges of the work of others.) As Foothills director Carol Dickenson points out, this year's version of the sculpture exhibition is "a show made up of statues instead of sculptures."
None of this is to say that the exhibition isn't worth the ride to Golden. Fully half of the 69 pieces Neri accepted are very good, and only a handful of the other half are genuinely awful, like Tom Decker's lamebrain ceramic "Deerman" or Robert Deurloo's pedestrian bronze of a stag "Mountain Monarch" (both of which were cash prize winners, no less). But it's quite easy to sidestep the fallout from these atomic Bambis and focus instead on the abundance of fine material the show encompasses.
Los Angeles artist Georgina Rothenberg is represented by the exquisitely crafted bronze "Untitled Female Torso," which reveals only the vaguest of anatomical details. The brown and green patina she employs is itself a great accomplishment. Also combining keen aesthetic judgment with accomplished technique is San Francisco artist Dennis Gallagher, whose adrogynous ceramic figure "Untitled (9-91-I)" stands on a small platform like a life-sized totem. John Barlow Hudson of Yellow Springs, Ohio, shows a reclining nude that looks like an unfinished classical sculpture; the figure in "Gaia Torso" seems to be emerging from the black-veined white marble.