Boston

Doug Anderson

Stux Gallery

Though Doug Anderson is barely out of art school, his career has skyrocketed in the past two years, and he’s on an inevitable track toward New York. Yet the remarkable invention and charged ambiguity of his paintings dissolve our usual distrust of the wunderkind. Anderson is on to something; what it is remains unclear, but it is exactly this elusive, ungraspable quality that suffuses his work with extraordinary seductiveness. It encapsulates the fractured confusion of a culture caving in on itself, and stimulates the ironic paradox of viewer identification with inversion and disassociation.

Anderson addresses the big themes, equating the global with the intimate. He is obsessed with the sexual foundations of fascist technocracy, the collusion of sexism and militarism. Harshly futuristic, Anderson’s female figures are like sci-fi Amazons of the ’50s imploding on the imminent nuclear holocaust

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