San Francisco

Serge Trubach, Jack Carrigg

Triangle Gallery

Trubach’s idiom, though generally, non-objective, defies easy categorization and eludes labels. He has developed, to a superlative degree, the potentialities of extremely minute and sensitive modulations of surface in conjunction with very subdued and yet scintillating inflections of color, which in turn generate his unique style of kaleidoscopic “spatial mobility” and “rhythmic organization.”

In this showing he is exhibited at his highest powers in the following state­ments: “Oval” and “Winter Sun,” each a flexibly explorative, yet harmonious unity of thought and material, executed on wood panel; “Act of Gold” (oil and gold leaf on canvas) and “Scarlet Weave” (oil on masonite). “Day Rise,” a small canvas which does not imme­diately catch the eye, rewards a little scrutiny with moving and poignant sur­prises. Overall, the work is warm, vi­brant and spontaneous, yet highly so­phisticated in the ways of facile and “intellectual” technical craftsmanship.

Of a younger generation and akin to Mr. Trubach in spirit, although con­trasting in style and syntax, is Jack Carrigg. It does not concern him that non-objective coloristic experiments with a bichromatic palette, in terms of alter­nate vertical striations of one color and larger areas of another, are by no means novel. What is important is that for Mr. Carrigg this method is a point of de­parture for his own highly individual expression. There is slight over-simpli­fication in ascribing to these rewarding experiments a two-color palette, because there is a penumbric interaction be­tween the “striation pigment” and the “area pigment,” and slight variations in tonal value are disposed with great sensitivity.

These are striking canvases. They are much more complexly organized than a casual glance would deceptively lead one to believe. A painter of Mr. Carrigg’s unique awareness and singular vision will bear watching.

Unheralded artists of the sensitivity and acumen of Mr. Trubach and Mr. Carrigg will come into their own as. we sober and mature and as we cease to require, annually, a new vogue in art, as we demand one in automobiles from Detroit.

Palmer D. French