
I’d never stopped by before, but the small crowd, mostly a core of regulars and Voxers was welcoming.
First I looked at the show, to which I had given only a cursory look on First Friday. I was surprised by the number of people using silkscreens and stencils and airbrushes.
In addition to the Samantha Simpson, Amy Adams and Eva Wylie pieces, which I admired last time (see First Friday post), this time I visited everything else.
Just when I had declared to Roberta two days earlier that sculpture was dead (I was dead sure I was right, too, so maybe it was my brain that was dead), here was sculpture that was quite alive. Three of the pieces involved reflections of color on walls–a tactic that brought to mind some Kevin Strickland pieces I had seen at the Project Room.
Yun’s pieces were chock full of other references. “Oh, C’mon” (left) were several pairs of particle boards edged in orange tape from Home Depot resting against the wall on a low, ceremonial pedestal, looking like tablets or scrolls or screens. The tape cast an orange aura on the wall behind, suggesting something almost religious or supernatural, or at least the idea of slowing down and taking in the magic of the world around us.
“Get Your History Straight,” (right) half the advertising slogan Philadelphia used to market itself to gays (the other half is And Your Night Life Gay) is a sort of deck of cards structure made from paint chips (also from Home Depot), the colors reflected on the wall. The pipe-like shape blends right in with the real pipes in the room, and the little gray (floor color) pedestal, just a box, really, elevates it again above the reality of the pipes, and again requires a slowing down to take in the magic.
Yun again makes you notice in “Ooops” (top) and “Come to Philadelphia” (left). In “Ooops,” she’s also thinking about the way that old plaster walls look in the deteriorating old city where next-door buildings have been razed, and how what’s old sifts down and casts is spell over what’s below. In “Come to Philadelphia,” scented markers are barely visible through a slit on the side of a carefully finished box mounted at face level. The scent as just loud enough if you get close enough to notice it. The box makes me think of the three wise men carry frankinsence and myrrh in what I imagine were sandalwood boxes. But inside, here, are children’s markers, the experience of them something to be enshrined.
I was also struck by the materiality and sculptural implications of Anne Schaefer’s “Per Square Foot,” (right below) its individual squares implying objects rather than paintings.
I stayed long enough for the talk and here’s some of what I heard, in the order I heard it:
From Anne Schaefer

Schaefer is putting chance in the hand of whoever shows her pieces, but not in their manufacture.
Eva Wylie was absent, but Anne represented her:

From Amy Adams

There’s no materiality to her surface (she works with an air brush), not much illusion of depth, only the illusion of the imagery, and she mentioned David Reed (left, a Reed painting) as one of her influences.
From Gus Boyce

I’m not sure he nailed down in his mind his rationale for such specificity in naming the pieces versus the uninflected material and minimal detail in the pieces themselves. But the craftsmanship was meticulous. He cited sculptor Charles Ray and Victor Hugo (for his drawings) as artists he liked.
From Stefan Abrams

From Linda Yun

She likes to offer surprises and treats, and in the piece with the scented markers embedded, she pictured people swiping their noses along the opening like an ATM card. She also liked the feeling of violating the sculpture’s space.
From Samantha Simpson
Simpson is throwing down the gauntlet, ready to duel highbrow, unfriendly art. She said that art education weans young artists away from what’s easily pleasing to what’s sophisticated, smart and inaccessible. She felt that popular culture got all that was good in visual art, and high culture got austere minimalism. So she decided, after learning to scorn everything that drew her to visual art, to return to the things she liked as a child. She’s deliberately decorative, using color, prettiness, drama and narrative, using them as strategies to say something bigger and make her message accessible.
Her mural at Vox is about her grandmother, who she had just spent time with at a lakeside place called Rockyview, full of sick, elderly people. The badgers are her grandparents. Simpson has “millions of stencils,” which she used with an airbrush to create the piece, “Incident at Rockyview” (left). Right now, she’s been looking at Pre-Raphaelite art with its cheesy, romantic, over-the-top, feminine decorative qualities, as well as 17th century and Japanese prints, and Maxfield Parrish sunsets. Her work is not ironic.
I don’t know what else she said because I had to leave, but whatever I heard made me love what I loved all the more, and made me reconsider what I didn’t love. I won’t say I changed my view and judgment, but I will say that even the work I found less than convincing was made with great thought, and any one of these artists has enough cooking to make me look forward to where they go.