print September 1983

John Duff, Robert Mangold, Bruce Nauman

Although there is no perceptible link between the work of these three artists, each of them was formed in a climate more ostensibly attuned to conceptual concerns than is today’s, and their work shows it. Both Bruce Nauman and John Duff came to the forefront of their generation with the surge of so-called materials-and process-oriented artists, Nauman as a neo-Dadaist high-jinkser, Duff as a sculptor of nonrepresentational forms. Robert Mangold, somewhat the oldest of the three and a bona fide reductivist, stands apart from them in the “no-hands” look of all his paintings; whereas Nauman and

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John Torreano

During the 12 years that John Torreano used glass jewels in his paintings their role evolved from a collaborative to a dominant one. First employed as specific sources of light within painted fields, they gradually became the entire encrusted, sparkling surfaces of his works. Over time Torreano developed a kind of ersatz pointillism, one that incorporated the obligatory fragmentary marks of painted color but relied for the most part on the faceted planes of the jewels and their pigmentation for an optical mix in the pictures. In choosing jewels as a material he created for his work an a priori

print Summer 1983

Vija Celmins

Despite its dour, reserved appearance I have come to understand Vija Celmins’ work as celebratory, as an intense, specific recreation of the joys of seeing. The graphite-on-paper drawings, painted cast-bronze rocks, and prints of this show confirm my feeling. The drawings, views in various scopes of phenomena in outer space, extend Celmins’ concerns of the last decade or so. Products of protracted, pointillist labor, they radiate the energies they ostensibly depict. The painted bronzes, each shown paired with a found rock which it exactingly duplicates, bring sight back to earth in an abrupt

print Summer 1983

Cheryl Laemmle

The sympathetic specter of René Magritte floats around Cheryl Laemmle’s paintings. Illusionistic, handsomely painted, and “realistic” in ways reminiscent of the demure work of the Belgian fantasist, her work similarly is based on a set of images laden with associations. But unlike Magritte, Laemmle seems not to engage these symbols as parts of a larger rebus. There seems to be no narrative, no cumulative meaning to her paintings. They are enigmatic, but they are not puzzles.

That each is in itself a small drama Laemmle makes pointedly clear. Elaborately rendered frames are painted on the faces

print May 1983

“New Abstraction”

The inference of novelty in the title of this show was misplaced. The 16 paintings, two by each of eight artists, are recent and they are abstract, but there was nothing new here, nor could there be. There were two anomalies—Jerry Zeniuk, with his multicolored, camouflagelike pictures, and Howard Smith, with thinly washed, atmospheric canvases. These aside, the painters were represented by monochrome works of varying scale (mostly large), which seem to address the question of how elementary the painted surface can be made before it forfeits significance.

Within the subgenre of allover painters

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Patricia Patterson

By force of their execution in a style wholly dependent on almost academic realist drawing, and of their content—recollections of the Irish countryside and the hearthside life there—Patricia Patterson’s paintings should collapse into a muddle of sentimentality, but they don’t. To the contrary, when her scenes of a small village and its residents combine with the larger, more patently evocative quotations from an Irish kitchen she created within the gallery, significant questions about realism, depiction, and the subjects of art come into focus more clearly than in more consciously stylized,

print April 1983

Loren Madson

With this gallery-sized sculpture Loren Madsen took what I thought I knew of his work and turned it inside out. Whereas his earlier pieces seem to be about levitation, this one addresses compression. If other work celebrates various elegant denials of its aggregate weight, this one makes its own mass and the support of that mass its central feature. Compression here has its physical correlate—a weighty oak beam running the length of the whole piece—as well as more iconographic, even autobiographical ones: glimpses of a number of Madsen’s earlier sculptures are to be had. But the composite effect

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Tom Otterness

Tom Otterness fashioned a race of standardized cylindrical figures, genus homo Babariens, and put them around the middle space of this gallery in friezes at the tops of the walls and as an entry gate around the door leading into this space from the outer room. White as the walls themselves and suavely tucked against the soffit, these bas-reliefs of cast, squatty, distinctly Babar-like people told a number of stories simultaneously. The characters divided into female, male, a King, and some androgynous small fry. The mass of them were hard at work, mostly carrying a large spherical load or a

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Charles Garabedian

Charles Garabedian’s urge to classicize forms, which seems to me the steady impulse through all his paintings and drawings, finally distinguishes his work from the pseudo-naive figuration that might otherwise be considered kindred. Garabedian is a naive of sorts, a late-starting autodidact who lives in Los Angeles; his twenty-year career can be seen as one long aspiration to authenticity. In itself, that motive guarantees little more than a body of earnest work—more often than not, deadly earnest work. Garabedian’s pictures evade that fate, however, in large part because of his quirky and catholic

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Sol Lewitt

Precisely why, from the very beginning of his production, Sol LeWitt balked at being considered a minimalist, preferring instead the denominator “conceptualist,” becomes more clear each year. Certainly in these two gallery-sized environments fundamental differences with minimalism, and, for that matter, with conceptualism as we think of it—plastic didacticism—abound. With its increased, enveloping scale LeWitt’s wall drawing has evolved into decoration, albeit a severe, ostensibly rational kind of decoration.

The continuity of LeWitt’s enterprise, which by now qualifies as a magnificent obsession,

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Howard Hodgkin

Seen on the heels of shows of recent work by his British compatriots Ken Kiff and Hugh O’Donnell, Howard Hodgkin’s new paintings reinforce the general impression that French color has migrated across the Channel. Kiff seems the lateral heir to Odilon Redon’s florid symbology and his palette, while Hodgkin is an even more direct descendant of Edouard Vuillard’s dusky brilliances and tranquil, domesticated universes. Though somewhat larger than I remember his last works to have been, Hodgkin’s paintings, then as now, are resolutely those of an intimist.

Hodgkin’s technique, which owes much to his

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Judy Pfaff

The vortices, palpable and impalpable, that swirl through Judy Pfaff’s three-dimensional installation extravaganzas can be taken as a leitmotiv of her work as a whole. Alternately centripetal and centrifugal, and sometimes both simultaneously, her compositional method has rarely found so hospitable an arena as the stairwell connecting the new and the old sections of the Albright-Knox Art Gallery.

Here, for the first time, the spectator was obliged to climb up into one of Pfaff’s pandemoniac microcosmos—to great effect. Rock/Paper/Scissors began at ground level with relative calm: irregularly

Richard Armstrong