Los Angeles

Harry Nadler

Dwan Gallery

Nadler’s sometimes-tachist, sometimes-Lebrunesque, sometimes-Gorkyesque, sometimes-black and white, sometimes-pastelish colored oils, are evidently interim experiments while the artist tries to get squarely seated into an esthetic more strictly compatible with what he might have to say. The exhibition as a whole displays a schizophrenic confusion, as if, perhaps, Nadler is too closely involved with artists’ styles he admires rather than what he himself has to decide and then do. As a technical interpreter of formal drama, a stage-setter, he is extraordinarily skilled and cannot be dismissed lightly, for he definitely has something of urgency pending. Such a work as Encounter No. 2, for example, augurs well for his future.

Arthur Secunda