I didn’t expect to write about the new show from Mark Bradford, who has been called by Guy Trebay of The New York Times “if not the best painter working in America today then certainly the tallest,” when I walked into Sikkema Jenkins on Tuesday morning.
Despite the whimsy of Trebay’s “best/tallest” assertions, a credible case can be made for the former. My first in-person exposure to his work was in 2008 at the otherwise execrable Unmonumental exhibition that inaugurated the New Museum’s Bowery building. At the time, I wrote:
[… Nancy] Spero’s work, along with Mark Bradford’s “Helter Skelter & Helter Skelter II” (2007), can be considered not merely the finest in the show but quite possibly the best contemporary art on view anywhere in New York. Bradford’s behemoth collages, stretching across another 70-foot wall, with their silver paint over torn-up advertising posters lacerated by networks of fluid, incised lines, are as tough as the street and just as resistant to simple answers or unearned beauty.
Since then, Bradford has remained pretty much in his comfort zone while making occasional forays into installation and sculpture, which is why I didn’t think I would find much to write about. His trademark mixed media collages, often created on a very large scale, tread a line between map-like patterning and text-based abstraction. His work is consistently masterful, and for that reason risks becoming expert — reflexive instead of revelatory.
Not that the new work, almost all of which was made this year, is any different, and in fact the piece in the gallery’s anteroom is a little disappointing. Titled “Promise Land” (2012), its palette is dominated by an eager-to-please combo of pink, red, white and yellow, and its repeating rows of words (presumably grafted, as with all of Bradford’s collages, from its billboard source material) can be read as “LIVING SOBER” or “SOBER LIVING” — a theme the artist has used before.
I should admit that I generally find Bradford’s use of text a distraction when it is as baldly articulated as it is here. It too-bluntly engages the eye, forcing the negative shapes around it into a subservient role as a busy backdrop. Without a countervailing visual exponent, the painting’s resonances are sharply circumscribed.
The rest of the current show employs text minimally or not at all. Since Bradford’s modus operandi has changed little over the past seven or eight years, these paintings may seem like more of the same, but nothing feels shopworn unless, like “Promise Land,” it doesn’t quite match the achievement of the others.
There are only a few that fall into that category. For all their familiarity, Bradford’s new works are almost all undeniably great paintings. I am especially partial to “Silver and Blue” (2012) and “Ghost and Stooges” (2011) in which the graphic and painterly elements wrestle each other for dominance. The surface of “Silver and Blue” is gashed by a swath that starts at the right edge and reaches two-thirds of the way across the canvas to reveal a network of bold, squirming black lines. In “Ghost and Stooges,” the lines have taken over the entire painting, wriggling like snakes around a deeply layered field of asphalt black and muted silver.
I would guess that Bradford hasn’t changed his approach simply because there is so much left to do in the one he’s got. In each work – whether it is the shimmering pastel-blue field of “Fuhgitfulness” (2012) or the diagonally oriented grid of vertical cuts and late-Monet coloration of “Father, You Have Murdered Me” (2012) or the scarlet threads lacing their way through the icy blacks, whites, blues and purples of “We May Be Running Out of a Past” (2012) — there is always a fresh shift in emphasis on what will go into a painting.
And what will go into a painting isn’t necessarily paint, which is the telling factor of Bradford’s postmodernism. Wade Guyton may have made it to the Whitney for inventing a new take on process and execution, but Bradford has already rethought the making of a painting in a far less flashy and far more labor-intensive way.
Bradford’s appropriation and manipulation of billboard advertisements recycle visual pollution into stunning condensations of urban life — transit systems, electrical grids, topographical maps and demographic charts splayed out in thrumming layers of color and line. By hewing so closely to the formal qualities of classical abstraction, his collage elements — drawn from local environs and pop culture through a vintage form of mass media — become blows against the influx of preciousness in the high-art temple.
But more importantly, their surfaces — accreted through improvisation and accident – are dense with the authority of their own thing-ness, resolving themselves around the colors, textures and shapes inherent in their materials. Perhaps that is why I have a problem with the text paintings, which foreground verbal signifiers over visual signification; the words seem to encumber the process while feeling superfluous to the meaning.
Beyond their formal inventiveness, there is another, more speculative reason why Bradford’s work has yet to get old. Curiously, it is not dissimilar to the way Mantegna would paint a Tuscan village in the hills rising behind the Crucifixion. By abstracting the stuff of everyday life — rather than treating as an object of irony or ridicule — Bradford is in a very real sense exalting it. Like Mantegna, he is folding his own time into a sacred space.
Mark Bradford will continue at Sikkema Jenkins & Co. (530 West 22nd Street, Chelsea, Manhattan) through December 22.
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Mark Bradford’s current approach may have a limited window of opportunity due to the disappearance of his vintage media of choice, billboards. Hence he needs to make the most of it while he can.
When I saw his combined show at SFMOMA and YBCA in San Francisco, I definitely felt the more numerous paintings at SFMOMA to be more powerful than the much larger installations at YBCA. The paintings are extremely rich in material, graphics, layers, technique, and context. Exalting the stuff of everyday life while painting with a grinder makes Bradford the most fascinating painter in America that I am familiar with.
What do you mean, painting with a grinder?
One of Bradford’s painting techniques is to excavate back into the layers he builds up by using a hand grinder. He also embeds different types of “cords” into the layers as he builds them up, then ripping the cords out to expose the layering with fabulous patterns.
Saw this show Friday with a group of painters. We were all completely disappointed. Looked like market-ready, banal abstraction. Anyone with the budget and time could make these paintings, and I’m assuming that is what he had his assistants do.
Not knocking the artist, I’m sure he is a nice guy. It is just a downer when a “painter” with the obvious financial means decides to take no risks at all.
Mark Bradford was making these paintings long before he had a budget. In fact his hands get quite dirty in the creation process. The artist is still present in the South Central LA neighborhood where he still gathers much of his material. Bradford’s story is far from banal.
I didn’t say his story was banal, I said the work, this show, was banal. To me, these were never paintings, they are abstract collages. Critics and writers seem to think that if it is on stretchers, it’s painting. Amy Sillman, Marc Handelman, Josephine Halvorson, Merlin James, etc. make paintings, from scratch. Mark Bradford creates layered collages/maps out of L.A. detritus.
Bradford’s older work is stronger. That pink, Pepto-Bismol piece with text is a step way back in my opinion.
I would have rather seen him do a show of paintings done by hand, or drawings, etc., THAT would be a cool show.
he is so boring. i hate his work. i cannot believe he won a macarthur.
Perhaps you’d like to elaborate and explain the reasons for your thinking. Throw away statements don’t really help the discussion.
I think it’s ridiculous for any critic to claim ANY artist is the “best in America!” Total hubris…his stuff is a rip off of Jasper Johns and many other influences from the 60s. BIG YAWN!!!!
Great art is about great art!
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