Los Angeles

Martin Lubner

Ernest Raboff Gallery

Using the paleness of his white canvas as an element into which his Slavonic-looking still lives and morbid women can plastically move or disintegrate into nothingness, Lubner caresses dry or oily, muddy, smudged, sickly color onto rather than into genre scenes. Defaced, wicked women, sometimes nude, are starkly painted in arrangement which barely tolerate decoration. This is not to put the artist down. On the contrary, he has something important, though disturbingly unattractive, to say. Perhaps the very ugliness of the pigment application is his point; perhaps this troubled offensiveness is what he is trying to tell us about. If so, he has succeeded.

Arthur Secunda