Los Angeles

Bruce Conner

Ferus Gallery

Suspended between the surreal and the erotic, the assemblages of Bruce Conner are in the style we have come to associate with him for some time now. Whether bitter, tinged with pathos, or of a rococo mood, all of the pieces deal in one way or another with the decay of life. However effective the assemblages may be to a limited audience, the artist does run the risk of redundancy in both theme and material. Decay can in itself decay, and one wonders what would become of the art of that decay should Conner ever desert the dusty attic and the broken chest in which he finds the tattered fabrics, shabby fringes, raveled stockings and mildewed mementos from which he fashions his objects. Conner is best in such as Homage to Joan Brown which in its own way shares some of the directness of association one finds in its more positively stated predecessor, Dove’s Grandmother. But the real skill and creative potential of Conner is seen in his drawings of which there are only three in the exhibition. Here, the image, filtered more carefully through the imagination, is revealed as a veritable Pandora’s box and the mementos of decay take on an existence, alive and exciting.

Constance Perkins