ART REVIEW: Narrative paintings at Craig Krull Gallery accentuate Los Angeles’s complicated history
The conventional wisdom about art in America is that New York is where the art gets made, and then it’s sold in California—in places like Los Angeles. The City of Angels is a city with a large population of wealthy art collectors and a rich cultural history of its own that has never included a particular school or coterie of defining visual artists. Perhaps in response to Los Angeles’s lack of specific painting tradition, Narrative Painting in Los Angeles, currently on view in Santa Monica’s Craig Krull Gallery, aims to shine a light on local contemporary artists whose work chronicles the particularities and peculiarities of the city I still call home.
I did not know that the neighborhood that houses the Venice Canals was racially segregated in 1910 when the Venice Canals were dug, thus these men were employed in creating a paradise they would never be allowed to inhabit. Most significantly, then, there is a deliberate distance created between viewer and the subjects of the painting, all of whom resolutely refuse to engage the spectator’s gaze with eye contact.
And while the title does a lot of the historically-specific heavy lifting, Sandow Birk’s “The Mid-Term Elections (Skate Park),” it’s easy to imagine Birk’s Dutch-influenced aerial view of town square marked with both polling place signs and children playing was based on something the artist himself observed. The work seems to have elements of both real life and the allegorical: the focus of the individuals in the work is not necessarily on voting, but on their own activities and one another, arguably downplaying the monumental task of democracy–particularly tense on election day in 2018.
One of the standout works in Narrative Painting in Los Angeles embraces obvious apocalyptic allegory and comes away better for it, despite its eye-rolling kitsch and obvious preachiness. There is nothing subtle about Carl Dobsky’s “Birds of Paradise,” a large-scale painting that is immediately arresting and rewards patient looking. The artist, working in a realistic style, has crafted a Bonfire of the Vanities for the Beverly Hills set: a group of fancy partygoers cavort poolside while a wildfire rages in the background. It’s quite exciting to pick apart the painting and identify the nods to classic art historical themes: there are traces of vanitas still life painting in one corner, where a jumble of grapes and shellfish sits beside a glasses and bottles of wine, theatrically illuminated for purely dramatic effect. The occupants of this painting drink, smoke, and laugh, either blithely ignoring the deadly fire slicing across the black sky or (perhaps more likely), knowing that it won’t touch them. Indeed, several of the figures in the background are depicted taking a selfie with the fire behind them. Even if their fancy hillside mansion burns down, they will always be able to relocate and rebuild and begin the same cycle all over again.
The moral judgement we as the audience are encouraged to render to the occupants of “Birds of Paradise” is clear, raising a fascinating conundrum: this work is on display in a commercial gallery in Los Angeles. Ostensibly, it is for sale, and will likely be sold to someone with the disposable income to buy such a large painting, so do the figures in their hillside estate tittering and partying as the world burns down also represent the inevitable buyer(s) of “Birds of Paradise?” If so, what a neat trick for Carl Dobsky.
In a similar vein, Lola Gil’s paintings on display are also personal and deeply symbolic, using the motifs of masks and cameras to indict Los Angeles’s camera-ready, artificially smiley atmosphere. Her thoroughly creepy style can best be described as Mexican surrealist painter Leonora Carrington (1917-2011)-meets-Balthus (1907-2001), painter of erotically-charged narratives involving young girls. In “The Memory Room,” Gil depicts a female figure riding on the back of a male figure, in an interior setting, both holding cameras, as a cabinet of faces leers around the corner.
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