Salon Zürcher is to fair weeks what New Hampshire is to primary elections. Armory Week 2017 kicks off Monday with the 16th edition of this boutique fair, an early bird special that hands the keys to Zürcher’s Bleecker Street premises to six galleries from Paris, Brussels, Oslo, Provincetown (MA) and Hangzhou, China, whose Inna Art Space’s booth is pictured here.

Tuesday, February 28: Moving Image New York at The Tunnel, 269 11th Avenue

Jefferson Pinder’s Afro-Cosmonaut/Alien (White Noise) is, according to his gallery, Curator’s Office of Bathesda, Md., “an escapist video narrative that ends in destruction when the protagonist plummets back to Earth after a mystical space journey. Like the doomed Icarus of Ancient Greek myth, the epic fall comes after reaching a brilliant zenith that is both mesmerizing and lethal. This white-faced Butoh-inspired performance is a crude metaphor of the civil rights legacy. Taking cues from experimental films, Pinder plants himself within the work, asking the viewers to watch the images of propulsion and power.”

Wednesday, March 1: Spring/Break Art Show, 4 Times Square

Spring/Break was the most anarchic and exuberant of the fairs back in the days when it was staged in the old USPS administrative offices – a David Lynch-like time-capsule of New Deal bureacracy. Now Spring/Break has been given a break in the form of two floors of a glass and steel high-rise 22 stories above Times Square. But there is no corresponding corporateness in the resulting display. The organizing principle remains: each room has its own curators who sometimes include the exhibiting artists themselves. It was gratifying for artcritical to see some of its own writers among the curators. Eric Sutphin, for instance, has brought together an inspired coupling of New York School painter Rosemarie Beck, who was active from the 1950s onwards with classically sourced, abstractly composed multi-figure compositions, and contemporary mannerist, Angela Dufresne, with her swirling, voluptuous, cinematic scenes. Each display has a neat little office of its own, with spectacular views of the midtown skyline. Too spectacular, sometimes, as it can overwhelm what’s on view. Inspired, therefore, was the decision to hang works in the blinds-drawn windows in one mini show, Thing Gap Method, selected by artcritical writer Megan Liu Kincheloe and featuring Sophia Flood, Sascha Ingber, Kelly McCafferty, Sarah Tortora and Kincheloe herself, whose Dice (2017) is pictured here. DAVID COHEN

Thursday, March 2: The Armory Show at Piers 92 & 94

It’s a good year for texture. Well, so is any year probably, and a good year for anything else if all you want to do is scatter evidence for some such glib hunch amidst the labyrinth that is the city’s biggest art fair, conceptual bread crumbs, so to speak, to trace your way back to the front door. But as the first piece to grab my eye was a fabric work by Jayson Musson at Philadelphia’s Fleisher-Ollman texture became my trail. Next stop, a cunningly camp “salon” for Florine Stettheimer, presented by Jeffrey Deitch, showing latter-day acolytes of the society heiress pioneer of the American avant garde where a 1990s shlock horror wedding cake of impasto by the unjustly forgotten Thomas Trosch abstractly emulated Florine’s Harlem beach scene that presides over the display. From there it was texture everywhere, whether the geological encrustations of Bosco Sodi, preponderant in the fair and to be seen, for instance, at Galeria Hilario Galguera of Mexico City, Blain Southern and Paul Kasmin; the very 1950s-looking sculpted netted grids of Michelle Grabner at James Cohan; or the painterly reliefs of Miguel Barcelo at Thaddeus Ropac. The tactility can even manifest vicariously, as in the Vik Muniz Isis print of a strangely mottled version of Picasso’s The Dreamer, at Edwin Houk. Haptic experiences grounded the gaze amidst the accelerating flow of spectacle. DAVID COHEN

Featured item from The Armory Show 2017: Mernet Larsen at Various Small Fires

Various Small Fires, the Los Angeles gallery, has a solo show of preparatory sketches by Tampa, Florida-based painter Mernet Larsen in the Presents section of The Armory Show 2017. Larsen, who also has a work on view at James Cohan Gallery’s booth at the same fair, has only recently come into her own since retiring from a distinguished career in art education, memories of which pervade her frequent return to the motif of the faculty meeting. Rooted in an earlier abstract practice as well as explorations of Japanese prints, Larsen’s jocular imagery thinly disguises her fascination with unconventional perspective systems. She pursues radical spatial solutions that eschew conventional single-point perspective in favor of parallel perspective, reverse perspective and eccentric, seemingly improvised but in fact rigorous fusions of different systems within the same work. By destabilizing the location of the viewer, sometimes indeed to the point of inducing vertigo, she forces us to know, rather than merely see, the situation. DAVID COHEN

Friday, March 3: VOLTA NY at Pier 90, 12th Avenue @ 50th Street

Ruth Hardinger’s striking Volta display at David&Scheweitzer Contemporary draws together disparate forces: the artist’s passionate environmental activism, her longstanding affinity with Mesoamerican culture, and historically informed, critically sharpened investigations of working methods. These are all felt in works such works as Bundle of Rights, a sculpture in plaster and rope, and Reading the Clouds, a tapestry collaboration with Mexican weavers, seen at the Piers. Meanwhile, back at the rancheros, that is to say 56 Bogart Street, the same gallery presents an ongoing retrospective overview of Hardinger work in different media. There are tapestries, a calendar, hanging works in paper and assembled sculptures. Obsessive-compulsive minimalist hatch drawings worked on varyingly rough and smooth surfaces are installed in a grid that conforms to the Golden Rule. Dating from the 1970s, this work manages to resonate with a recent, altogether more robust and spontaneous cast concrete and found slate sculptural arrangement. What binds these efforts across the decades is the humble yet inventive presentness of their maker. DAVID COHEN

Saturday, March 4: The Art Show at Park Avenue Armory, 643 Park Avenue @ 66th Street

The New York art fair scene can be confusing to the uninitiated: the most prominent fair, The Armory Show, takes place at a convention center on the Hudson while the Park Avenue Armory hosts an unrelated fair of its own, The Art Show by the Art Dealer’s Association of America. The work shown in the actual armory tends to be more conservative than the offerings of most of the other fairs, but there can be some surprises. PPOW’s booth this year is devoted to the work of Betty Tompkins, an artist who has been painting portraits of the pudendum for over forty years. Today she is best known for her colossal coital canvases, but her smaller works on paper, such as “Censored Grid #1” from 1974, provide a more intimate view of an intimate act. ROMAN KALINOVSKI

Independent (Art Fair) at Spring Studios, 50 Varick Street

Memo to Independent Art Fair, organizers and exhibitors alike: Enough already, put up some labels.

In the early days of the Basel Art Fair (the real one, in Basel, Switzerland) galleries would get an official reprimand from the all-powerful committee if the labels didn’t include prices. Dealers complained that having to ask was an icebreaker with collectors. But to have to ask who the artist is – never mind the title, medium, date? This is elitist, pretentious and anti-intellectual. To the innocent “general public” this says, this isn’t for you folks. To professionals it is impertinent and irritating, putting one in the humiliating position of asking when you half-know and gobbling up precious time in doing so. For new, unknown artists with foreign names it is a total downer: who is going to remember it, next time? And for collectors, having to beg for basic information has all the novelty and subtlety of a robo-telecall.

Despite this mishegas. Independent is still one of the most pleasing visitor experiences, thanks in no small measure to the gorgeous venue. My epiphanies on this visit were mostly three-dimensional for some reason: Beverly Buchanan’s shack constructions at Andrew Edlin; a bafflingly kinky saddle mounted on a scaffold “horse” by Magali Reus at London’s Approach; and a dynamically voluptuous bronze by the late Hungarian-born Norwegian sculptor Ervin Løffler, exquisitely installed by Oslo gallery VI, VII with works in dye on canvas by young New Yorker Landon Metz (Photo: Sebastiano Pellion) DAVID COHEN

Sunday, March 5: NADA New York at Skylight Clarkson North, 572 Washington Street

A work by Brenda Goodman presented by Jeff Bailey at NADA, the New Art Dealers Association, 2017 fair. NADA was founded in 2002, launching its first fair that year in Miami. This year sees some changes in its New York outing: the time slot has switched from Frieze Week to Armory Week, and they have a new venue in west Soho. In tune with the self-styled progressive profile of the association, half of ticket sales are to be donated to the ACLU. DAVID COHEN

This year’s iteration of the NADA fair was probably the most visually exhausting of the art fair week group, with dozens of galleries competing for attention in micro-booths that barely allowed one person to stand comfortably inside. Most of the galleries were from around New York but there were some international standouts, such as a selection of digital prints by Chris Dorland, courtesy of Super Dakota gallery from Brussels. Dorland’s glitchy work, made using a broken scanner and printed on eight foot tall aluminum panels, offered something monumental and digital in a fair that leaned towards the modest and traditional. Pictured: Untitled (corporate cannibal), 2017. ROMAN KALINOVSKI

Monday, March 6: Spring/Break Art Show, 4 Times Square

As befits the most youthful of the fairs, Spring/Break has an extra 24 hours of energy and determination than the others: it is the one fair in Fair Week that makes it to the Monday of the next. And here is an artist who knows how to capture zest. Aneta Bartos, whose dad Zbigniew Bartos has a lifetime of competitive bodybuilding behind him. Naturally, it was to her that he would turn, aged 68, to capture his musculature in its last glory. A room of buff, nicely toned father-daughter photographs takes home trophies for audacity and composure. DAVID COHEN

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July 22 to August 15 2010
362½ Warren Street
Hudson, New York 12534
518 828 5907

This exhibition of oil paintings from the last two decades makes the discerning viewer long for a proper retrospective of Brenda Goodman’s oeuvre. The Detroit-born artist uses events, often painful and psychologically scarring, from her personal life, such as the tragic death of her partner’s son, the loss of a beloved pet, childhood ostracization and lifelong health issues, to influence her abstract inventions. Her combination of figuration and abstraction works seamlessly on conceptual and formal levels, and even when she focuses a specific composition on one or the other, the two stylistic approaches are never separate. The abstractness of the work is cohesive and consistent even in her more figural works and you will find surrogates for the human figure in all of the wholly abstract paintings in this exhibition. When Goodman is making paintings that have easily discernible forms in them, such as the artist sitting or standing naked in her studio studying and absorbed in the act of looking at her own paintings, as in her Self Portrait series, or the figures and weirdly illuminated environments found in her Singing series, we always feel as if the artist’s subjectivity is present in her layered and dense colors, carefully and subtly worked surfaces, and the distortions of space, perspective and form she utilizes.

Goodman creates imagery that is archetypal in the classic Jungian sense, without any literary pretensions or irony. Although her paintings are filled with specific references they are in no way obscure, uncommunicative or a form of therapy. The core experiences of all of our lives are still worth making art about, without resorting to ahistorical pastiche. Goodman’s art proves that if we excavate our emotional experiences by making a serious attempt to master tools and materials of one form or another through time, art works will emerge that will resonate with meaning for a wide swathe of viewers.

Goodman’s paintings are testament to the fact that all space, time, and events in paintings are virtual, that they exist in the mind and in imagination. The abstract forms and masses of lines she invents always suggest a figure or a head, and these appear to be resigned to whatever state of being they are in, be it sad or happy, or experiencing some transformation or tumultuous emotional upheaval. In her Troubled Waters series, for instance, an abstract blobby rock-cloud shape is a surrogate for the artist and other important people in her life, with disturbing stitches in the place of mouth or orifice to denote a face. Goodman’s work is a strong and individual member of a long line of paintings and sculptures that include anthropomorphized abstract shapes. Artists that Goodman has a kinship with include Arshile Gorky, Adolf Gottlieb, and Henry Moore.

Four large, wonderful paintings from 2009-10 included here, Crossing Over, Burial, Loss, and Hard Choice, are abstract environments which could read either as interiors or exteriors. They are maps of painful emotions. In three of them, a large and dark looming shape commands the viewer’s attention, but the small figures, whether cat and human, which are positioned atop, beneath, or within them, are the driving forces of the images. The figures in these battered but not hopeless landscapes must contend with events and forces beyond their control. The subjectivity of the artist is mediated and not necessarily in charge. Accident and a lack of preliminary sketches on the part of the artist allow the process of painting itself to reveal things. But the triumph of expression is always clear in the sense that the humanoid forms have a dignity to them. There is no narrative element in these paintings, but the artist confronts herself again and again, and through the details of her life she reveals the struggles of human consciousness.

The light-filled and layered surfaces of her paintings make apparent how deeply the craft foundations of painting matter to Goodman. She loves to use a variety of traditional and non-traditional tools to achieve the perpetually revealing painterly terrains in which to immerse our eyes. She uses ice picks, Q-tips, metal spatulas, brushes and palette knives, and cake decorating tubes, as well as admixtures of wood ash of varying coarseness and oil paint to make the final images mysterious. The interplay of translucent washes and opaque smears leaves the viewer wondering how the paintings were made.

Goodman manages to create profound and moving worlds that touch on the core themes of death, loss, pain and longing, joy and celebration, self exploration and self discovery. Her depictions of ritualistic events, as found in paintings like Troubled Waters 4, 2009, often include processions of invented beings. Without being pretentiously philosophical or heavy-handedly literary, and avoiding clichés through sheer inventiveness, Goodman’s compositions tap into a collective consciousness that all of us can relate to. And it isn’t only the abstract forms in her paintings that appear animated or alive; each brushstroke and scrape and drip is infused with an animistic energy.

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April 23 to August 3, 2007

“Eccentric Bodies”
group exhibition with Harriet Casdin-Silver, Bailey Doogan, Orlan, Ernestine Ruben, Berni Searle, and Linda Stein. Mason Gross School of the Arts Galleries
33 Livingston Avenue, New Brunswick. 732- 932-9407, ext 27

June 14 to August 3, 2007

Both exhibitions are part of the Mary H. Dana Women Artists Series

Does anyone call him or herself an Expressionist these days?  The bloviated gigantism of the “Neo” 80’s finished off, deliberately no doubt, what the cool reactions of the 60’s and 70’s had started, and the word “Expressionist”––also its variants: ism, istic, big E, small e––can hardly be handled thereafter without the smirking forceps of quotation marks.  But these terms were once indispensable, and maybe enough time has passed for the restoration of their nuance.  The best painters of the day, after all, have generally been expressionists, at least for a time.  (An all-star roster would start with Titian––older and in a hurry––run through late Goya and early Cezanne, and end with de Kooning and Guston.  This skeleton line-up can be filled out according to taste and emphasis.)  Expressionism has always entailed an alchemical negation of technique, per se, but what was forgotten in the extremity of rhetoric that blossomed like catbriers around the New York School (and has been with us ever since) was how mucking around with paint could also be a way to get at visual reality––a more convincing way, potentially, than even the most transcendent design or optics.  Vermeer’s rooms are unsurpassably alive but his people, even those half dozen that seem charged with thought, have several fewer dimensions than a Rembrandt self-portrait with its skin that is paint that is skin.  Rembrandt’s lopsided 350 year-old eyes, helter-skelter paint ridges and all, look right into yours.

By the 1950’s, however, the correlation between expressionist brushstroke and inner state was revealed to be purely indexical––calligraphic rather than graphic.  In any case, what reality was there for painting to capture apart from the here and now of the process and materials?  At the time it hardly seemed to matter that de Kooning was already extricating himself from this cul-de-sac with violent “glimpses.”  Nor that Pollock, at the end, had been trying to move back to his Jungian, Tintoretto-bedeviled roots––though alas, he was unable to surf his alcoholic fury anymore.  The cleanest break of all, of course, was Guston’s return to the figure by way of the cartoon, and to most people it only made sense in retrospect.  The consummation of Expressionism as purest Abstraction had become for him, paradoxically, a kind of formalism, as if he could foresee all those 30-foot shmears painted with really big brushes silting up in the museum basements of the future.

It happens that there is a direct route of transmission between Guston’s work and Brenda Goodman’s, as we’ll see in the following interview, which she and I conducted in the spring of 2006 and in early 2007.  Goodman, now in her 60’s, is simply one of the most vital painters anywhere.  Her work is both expressionistic and undeniably real––sometimes tender as a wound, sometimes crusty as a rock.  Though she is in well-known public collections––e.g., The Detroit Institute of Arts, MacArthur Foundation, The Agnes Gund Collection, the Carnegie Museum––and has had numerous one person shows––e.g., at Howard Scott Gallry, Nielsen gallery, Cavin-Morris, Revolution in Detroit, Phyllis Kind in Chicago––she is massively underappreciated for what she has done and is doing.  An upcoming retrospective in the Spring of 2007 at Rutgers will go some way to redress Goodman’s lack of recognition––and who knows after that?  Brenda Goodman might be just the sort of tough-minded prophet to make gorgeous, dark, painterly self-investigation––that is, Expressionism––trendy again.

David Brody: Brenda, you’ve been working in New York for how many years?

Brenda Goodman: I moved here on May 8, 1976 to this very loft in Chinatown on the Bowery.

DB: And before that you were…?

BG: Detroit.  Where I was born and bred.

DB: When did you start painting?

BG: I used to draw little cartoons when I was 8.  So I knew I liked art then, but I didn’t know I was going to be an artist.  When I was in high school, I started taking classes at a small art school in Detroit called The Society of Arts and Crafts.  It’s now CCS (Center for Creative Studies) and they offer a degree, but back then, it was a small art school.  I got a scholarship to study there full-time when I finished high school.  So I went there for 4 years and then I taught there for a couple years and then I knew if I didn’t get out I’d be one of those people who would be there forever.  I knew I had to leave, so I left.  I taught here and there and did my work and then I had my first one-person show at a co-op gallery in 1973.  It was the only avant-garde gallery in Detroit.

DB: So you were learning about contemporary art in art school in Detroit?

BG: I can’t say I was learning about contemporary art, it was a very traditional school.  You had to draw a still life for 6 months before you could actually start painting.  Then you had to use earth colors and then you could eventually use color.  We didn’t do things out of our imagination, people didn’t talk philosophically to us, we just looked at things constantly, either the figure or the still life.  And that was my training.  As I got older and left art school, and was tuned into what was happening in NY, I would read the art magazines.  I was influenced to some extent from contemporary work that was being done outside of Detroit.  But there was also the Cass Corridor.  This was a community of Detroit artists and we were all in one building.  We all had studios together.  The Detroit Institute and the Chicago Museum of Contemporary Art did a show about us in 1980-81.

There was a really good gallery in Detroit that started to represent me in 1974—Gertrude Kasle.  She mostly showed all New York artists.  Big names like de Kooning, Guston.  And then she took me on which was a real honor.  She brought in Marcia Tucker.  I got to know her when she was in Detroit, so when I got to New York at least I knew Marcia.  I started helping her out and volunteering when the New Museum wasn’t even a museum, when it was in the Thread Building in Tribeca.

DB: I’m trying to get my bearings.  I know that the relationship between artists and other artists, fashions that are coming and going, are very fluid and not linear.  Were you connecting to stuff that seemed like the most advanced stuff going on?  Or were you connecting primarily to stuff that was happening in an earlier generation?

BG: I think it was mixed.  Certainly I was into my main influences: Dubuffet and de Kooning, Guston, Soutine and Gorky.  I was also thinking of people like Pat Steir who was doing more conceptual pieces like the birds and the weathervanes from 1971, very different than what she is doing now.  And Joan Snyder with her stroke paintings.  There were other contemporary people I was interested in.  And, I did try to get in touch with them when I got here.  Wasn’t so easy.  I was somewhat tuned in here, but not in an avant-garde way.  I wasn’t into installations, or radical art––certainly not political, or even feminist work.  I was in my own world.  Even in the Cass Corridor, my work was separate from what other people were doing.  When I got here I was pretty isolated.  I didn’t know how to network and I didn’t network.  I stayed in my loft and painted, and taught drawing and painting classes.

DB: You mentioned Guston and I’m wondering how you came to be conscious of the transition in his work, from what was seemingly all-out abstraction to figuration, although it wasn’t as sudden or as absolute as some people think. There is the experience of shifting between abstraction and figuration that your body of work has in common with his.

BG: Early in my career, I was doing symbol paintings, where I had a symbol for myself and everything in my life.  They were very specific and personal but after 13 years of the symbols, I was wanting to have the paintings come from my unconscious and not have it be so personal.  So my work switched around 1985, and for 11 years I painted just abstractly until I got worn down, in a way, by the process.  There were certain things I couldn’t express.  That’s when I did a series of self-portraits, in 1994, because I wanted to deal with something that was very personal and I wanted to transcend something, so I went back to the figure––I wentto the figure I should say.  I felt it had that particular content that I was missing in the abstractions.  And yet the abstractions were so freeing and were coming from such an unconscious place and felt so important, so I integrated abstraction into these self-portraits, which made them specific yet ambiguous.

DB: A lot of people talk about Guston being important for their work, especially people of my generation, but you had an actual relationship with him.

BG: He really liked my work and we exchanged a few letters.  But the thing about Guston, as with de Kooning, and as with Gorky, Soutine, and Dubuffet, which were the big ones in my life––then Morandi later on––you have a connection to them.  You’re on the same wavelength, or whatever you want to call it.  You have this affinity with certain artists and there’s a reason why you’re influenced by them, because there’s something of them already inside you.

DB: The 1994 self-portraits seem like an intermediary state between pure abstraction and the more decisively figurative work you’re doing now.  There’s a full continuum in your body of work, and you’re always jamming it all together into the frame, as if to see how everything talks to each other.

BG: I’ve spent my whole life as a painter experimenting with materials. And so, I have a very wide range of materials and techniques that I use.  I don’t have to stop to learn a new technique inorder to communicate an emotional experience. What I have always loved doing in painting, even when I was a student, was combining thick and thin and glazed and opaque all in one painting and making it work as a visual whole. I find that tremendously challenging. I also move back and forth between abstraction, figuration and the combination of the two a lot in my work as well as changing scale from very small to very large….power in the small painting and intimacy in the large ones.  All these things are part of me now and they inform each painting I do

DB: The work you were doing before 2003 was abstract figurative painting.  There might be hints of realistic space and light, hints of figures, but at most they were no more definite than in late Ensor, say, and they floated in something like this weird psychic space.  In the beginning of this series of self-portraits from  the last few years, you were very explicit about painting figures in spaces with light hitting them, and you explored that in drawing and painting with characteristic intensity.  In a way that is a return to a traditional approach, but if so, it is also contemporary, given the return of the figure in painting everywhere, and because people can put feminist readings onto this work.

BG: Absolutely.

DB: Was that change organic, coming from within the work?  Or is it from looking around at what’s going on?  I mean, do you think its part of your responsibility to respond?

BG: That’s a very interesting question.  But that’s not my driving force—I certainly don’t go out of my way to think “how can I make this look more contemporary?”  The earliest of the new paintings surprised me because the self-portraits in ‘94 were much more abstract and more generalized.  You wouldn’t recognize it as me.  You knew it was a figure looking like it was doing something, eating mostly.  I was dealing with being overweight, with eating issues as my starting point.  It turned out there were a lot of other levels of interpretation.  When I started the first ones of the new self-portraits I was coming from a similar place. In self-portrait 1, 2003 and self-portrait 4, 2004. I had a desire to paint myself much more naturalistically; I felt it was important not to have a veil between me and my feelings, between me and the viewer.  With the earlier ones it could be anybody.  I wanted the work to be open.  So much contemporary painting is not open.  You know, it’s like a wall—you can’t penetrate it.  You have no clue who the artist is, or why they’re even doing what they’re doing.  Which is fine—I mean you can paint for different reasons and come from different places.  But for me it’s always been crucial that I reveal myself, share my journey.

So the first few had heads of my inner demons behind the figure of me and in those I wore a mask..  They seemed so vulnerable  I felt I had to hide somewhere.  And then  after 4 paintings I removed the mask and was ready to face my audience. I felt vulnerable but strong.

DB: The jump from all-over to figure/ground seems to me a bigger one than from abstract to narrative or Expressionist to naturalistic.

BG: In the self-portraits from 2003-04, I would place myself in a bare room where the scenarios would get played out.  After I did these figures in the rooms, I decided to do some small paper pieces of me in my studio rather than as an isolated figure.  And what was exciting for me about these was that I wanted to incorporate all the things I love to do in one piece rather than say, oh I have a desire to do abstract painting now so I have to stop doing the self-portraits.  What I was able to do in these pieces, was put my nude, vulnerable self into my studio, among my canvas, brushes, and paints. Within the studio, I am either looking at or painting an abstraction. All my canvases staked against the wall, gave me yet more room to play with abstract elements. I didn’t have to give up anything. My figurative abstract needs were satisfied.

I had Kiki Smith over when I had just finished these and she said, you know you should approach some galleries from a revisionist point of view because usually it’s a male in the studio with a model, or a male at the easel, and here you’re a nude figure in your own studio with all your paintings and your tools around you.  There aren’t many paintings like that, she said. So I thought, well that’s interesting, that’s not something I was thinking about—I was thinking about what I feel in my studio, the vulnerability.

This painting is about my mother who was diagnosed with lung cancer in 1972.  After 6 months she went downhill.  My relationship with her was very volatile but we were also very close. Her life was difficult. I didn’t come from a family that showed a lot of physical affection.  The emotion was yelling and screaming, basically about money.  When she was diagnosed I was 29.  I didn’t know how to deal with it.  I didn’t know what to do.  She looked at me and I looked at her and she said through her eyes, “I don’t want to talk about this.”  And it was clear, so we didn’t.  There were no hospices, no social workers, you know, there weren’t all the tools we have now to deal with cancer.  And so when she was in the hospital—the day she died was on my birthday, interestingly enough—I was at the end of her bed and I just watched her die.  I couldn’t do anything other than that, and through the years I’ve thought if I could do it over again, given who I am now, I would have sat next to her and held her hand!  Back then, I couldn’t do that, I didn’t know how to do that.  It was terrifying.  I don’t know if it would even have entered my mind. I couldn’t express this abstractly—an abstract painting can’t do that, it just can’t.  It can’t go to those very specific places.  So as long as I was painting this way I felt I could revisit places in my life that needed healing.

DB: It’s refreshing to hear an artist so committed to the painting process and the materials of painting talk about a therapeutic value to art; with someone else it might sound hokey but in your case it connects to a visionary, Expressionist history of figure painting as a summoning of spirits, if you want. And maybe if figurative painting’s not doing that then it’s not engaged?

BG: But this is what my work has always been for me.  If I didn’t deal with issues in my life, whether they come from something that’s happened to me from the outside, or something I’m going through inside, I don’t know if I would paint.  There’d be no reason for me to, because my work is about my own personal journey.  The key is to know enough about painting ––to have painted long enough—to make it more than just a personal thing that stops there.

After I finished painting my mother, I started thinking about stonewalls.  It’s funny; I used to call my mother “stonewall” so everything is all very connected.  A lot of what these paintings are about is just dealing with the obstacles of life, of being human.  Worry. My fears of getting older.  That’s so much what this body of work is for me.  The fear of dying.  I think about it alot.  I try and use my work to help me cope with my anxiety—to balance it or sort it out, or do something with it.  So one day I was just thinking of a black stone wall sitting in my studio, and how impenetrable it felt.  And sometimes I feel that about my life and the things that have happened and the things that haven’t happened.  Self-Portrait 18 started as a big rock in my studio, and then when I started to paint, it became the back of my body.

DB: The figure and the rock have been going back and forth now for quite a while.  The big figures are filling up space, almost squeezing the edges of the canvas, and then there will be a cleft that will allow just a little bit of space.

BG: I was thinking of the body as stone, the body becoming rock, and the graphite lends itself to that kind of feeling and texture.  There is a lot more ambiguity.  I just want to say something about the drawings, having spent all last year doing them: things change in them very fast—one drawing informs the other much quicker than in the paintings.  In the drawings, so many things happen—that large long 190” 5 panelpiece I showed you—it started with a representational figure on the left and ended on the right with the figure as monolith.  And then that became part of the vocabulary.  All of that happens when you put one piece of paper up after another.

DB: It’s hard to look at this new one, the one with branches and not think of a gravestone.

BG: Well it is, in a way. The monolithic shape I used in the last panel of the long drawing didn’t  reveal its meaning until I did this drawing with the branches.  Then I saw that it was the shape of the gravestone that my brother and I picked out for my mother which was black granite. it was just a shape that I really enjoyed making, but recognized it as soon as the piece was finished  So, after I did this whole piece, you know, I’m sitting back and I see something going on in the bottom that was just a little light shape, and I kept staring at it and then I saw a little black shape within it  and I said, Oh God, this is like a tombstone within a tombstone.  It felt so spooky to me.  It was like a little dream within the piece.  And, then I said, Well, I’ve got to bring it out more!  I just hope this isn’t a premonition of my last piece!  And those drips on the right hand side of the entrance, they’re just drips from the branches.  But then they became like little praying figures.  They’re in the perfect place.  It just all fell together.

DB: That evolution seems typical of your work.  You have some kind of a space and an object or figure that looms up and takes over the entire painting and then you find a way to go into that and open it up again.  Even your abstract paintings seem like a continuous efflorescence of big, impenetrable masses that are then opened by a void, which in turn becomes a presence, which takes over the space.  And that’s why you have this piled up effect of spaces within spaces.  You can grasp this quickly from your work—you push things to the point where they become really formidable and monolithic and overbearing sometimes, but then you find some light or some space within that—there’s a process of continuous renewal going on.

BG: After doing the gravestone drawing, you can see something shifted.  I started taking pictures of rocks and trees in Central Park. It just felt like there needed to be space, some shift.

DB: In this new one you just put out, these seem like rocks in a kind of grassy, winter landscape with bare trees.  The rocks are looming up in the foreground.  The surface of those rocks is very worked and suggests flesh.  It feels like an equivalence of rocks and being.  The rocks have an animated outline quality as if they were talking to each other.

BG: Right.  As I thought they should.

DB: A nervous kind of interaction between them.

BG: One is falling off.

DB: And, yet, the whole thing is controlled in spite of the roughness of the surface.  It has an almost Chinese landscape quality to it, the space of it, the mood of it: contemplative, but with a large dollop of anxiety.

BG: That’s good.

DB: Maybe it’s the color as well, the light.  Even though the surfaces are modeled, the light isn’t casting shadows.  It isn’t theatrical light.  It’s light that feels like suffusion.

BG: A couple of people said about this one, and I wasn’t aware of it when I was doing it, that the trees on the on left became the fissures on the rock.  It creates sort of an ambiguity there.  It was an interesting observation.  Obviously, it felt right for me when I was doing it.

DB: The fissures are key I think.  They might start as a very gestural mark, a kind of scrawling, attack-mark, and then you push it to the point where it becomes illusionistic in places.  There is a little flap of skin that is folding back and there is a void behind it.  Illusionism plays into the figurative associations you have with the rock.  But it also encapsulates your approach to painting going back to the beginning: refusing to wall-off gestural abstraction from narrative.  Maybe a young painter coming up wouldn’t think twice about that.  But where you come from and the way you’ve done it, it’s against the grain.  Going back and forth like that way.  Yes, there is the example of Guston, but few others.

BG: You have to keep in mind, he had a very cartoony edge to him I have never been interested in.

DB: I see no reference to the cartoon in your work.  When you have imagery that is more summary than illusionistic, it’s clearly Expressionist rather than Pop.

BG: I agree.  You used the word “animated” and these two rocks are animated, but not cartoony.

DB: In this fissure, it’s just the process laid particularly bare.  It keeps opening up into illusionistic landscape.  And landscape becomes texture becomes skin becomes rock which becomes just paint.  The whole thing keeps cycling around until you find the maximum psychic impact.  It’s very rare.  I don’t see that kind of painting around much.

BG: I guess for me why my work doesn’t ever seem “current” is that I  try and stay with the intensity and the emotion, the feeling, without making it ironic.  If anything, in this body of work I wanted to take all the veils away.  I don’t know if I have, but I do everything I can to not distance myself in my work.  Otherwise, I wouldn’t do it.  Where we are now in the art world is that artists go out of their way to distance themselves. I try to do just the opposite.

DB: Okay, let’s hypothesize: fashions do change and let’s say all of a sudden painters who are seen as having unyielding integrity and commitment to exploring self and who are masters of the medium are valued again––a ridiculous fantasy of course!  Agnes Gund bought a painting of yours…

BG: A big drawing.

DB: And I know you have other heavy hitters who have supported your work over the years.  Given that, it’s not so far-fetched to imagine some prominent gallerist coming in tomorrow and giving you a big show; Jerry or Roberta write about you and things happen.  Is rage at not getting the recognition you deserve part of your creative fuel?  If all of a sudden massive success overtook you, could you handle it?

BG: So far I haven’t had that opportunity (laughs).  What can I say?  I think I could handle it.  It would nice to experience the other end.  In many ways, my career has been very successful. I wake every morning of my life doing what I love to do. It may not come from the outside as much as I would like but inside I feel successful.

DB: What’s more important to you, conviction or delicacy?

BG: Both are important, but it ultimately has to feel right. So what’s important to me?  Every square inch has to mean something.  There’s no corner of the painting that doesn’t have the same amount of conviction andintegrity as another part. Every square inch should be important and full.

DB: Here’s a related question: is it possible for a painting to go too easily for you?  Do you need to feel like there’s something at stake in the painting––that there’s been astruggle?

BG: Well, that’s always an interesting question.  I think I’ve painted long enough to understand this. If something flows out and everything feels like it’s brought up to a level of meaningfulness and integrity then it’s perfectly fine if there was no struggle in it.  An example of this is a very recent painting of me,  Linda and our 11 year old Australian Shepherd. It was the day we found out the biopsy on a lump she had was cancer and she needed surgery. This was the first time we had to deal with her having something this serious and scary. I was totally distraught and went in my studio and painted us – fast and furious for 3 hours and then it was done.  It said it all for me. This kind of cause and effect does  not always happen like this nor is the channel to paint it but sometimes it is magical. Most other times the key thing is to work past the initial, spontaneous gesture making the painting fuller and richer but still preserving that  initial feeling. And that’s not always so easy.  What I’ve learned most about painting in 46 years is the act of surrender: to look at something and to know that you can keep stubbornly working on it to make it look like the way you think it should, or you can let go of that preciousness––that precious area that’s keeping the painting from being finished.  You can just wipe it out and trust something bigger than yourself to let it resolve.  So through the years I’ve  gone from taking days or weeks to let something go––that act of surrender––to minutes..”  To me this is one of the most spiritual  aspects of painting.

This past fall I continued to push the self-portraits into new and undiscovered territory for myself. I began adding sculptural, 3-dimensional elements to the pieces, using wood and papier- mache. The figures are now animated—even moving rather than stoically standing still.

The newest work along with the one of me, Pookie and Linda  are a series of large head self-portraits. I am still so much in the process,  I haven’t fully digested their meaning, but I’m enjoying myself thoroughly.

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