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Despite what's happening in the outside world, in our studios or in front of artworks we experience moments of genuine stillness, intensity, and meaningfulnessplaces on the edge of language that the world can't strip away. These aren't just imaginary flights of fancy or retreats into aestheticism. In this imperfect realm we experience the undeniable, elemental truth that sometimes, just by making or looking at art, we might discern the full range of human possibilities. This can sometimes make us cringesee, for example, how Sacha Baron Cohen's Borat character inhabits this new no-man's-zone between what we're thinking and what we're feeling.
Into this breach comes a group show organized by curator and aesthetic clairvoyant Clarissa Dalrymple, who, according to the gallery, has been "contracted for two years to suggest artists and curate exhibitions." I've known Dalrymple off and on for 20 years. With her eagle eye, quick wit, wild ways, and bohemianism, she's as close as New York has come in decades to having a sort of combination Gertrude Stein/Oscar Wilde/Keith Richards/Florine Stettheimer.
Not surprisingly, considering Dalrymple's knack for spotting new art, her five-artist show is drawn from recent graduates of two super-hip grad schoolsYale and UCLA. The subtext of her exhibition is the above-mentioned disconnect. The exhibition is nicely obdurate and anti-object. Unfortunately, it's also a bit generic-looking. Your first impression might be, "More art by boys in black and silver." Indeed, Kianja Strobert, the one woman on hand, is very good, but she also works mainly in black and silver. Still, the show feels more than prescient. While Strobert is good and her Yale counterparts, Jay Heikes and Chris Moukarbel, aren't bad, it is the two UCLA artists, Jeffrey Wells and Joe Deutch, who make this show worth thinking about.
Deutch, 28, still attends UCLA. Whether he likes it or not, he'll probably always be known as the student who brought a gun to Chris Burden's class and reportedly fired it, causing Burden to eventually quit. His very male, melodramatic, but nevertheless riveting and unnerving 20 minute video The Wandering Philanthropist displays an almost obscene enjoyment of violence and eroticism. We see Deutch in various risky situations: Standing in the ocean fully clothed being swamped by waves, setting fires in corridors, running for his life from flames, or almost being hit by a car. At two points he dons a Bosch-like bird mask. It's weirdly mythic, as well as hypnotic, and self-laceratinga merciless ballet of anger, annihilation, tenderness, and vulnerability.
Bataille wrote about "creation by means of loss." Nietzsche said that "What is beautiful has a fly in its ointment." Deutch creates not by loss but by calamity and convulsion; he makes ointment from flies. The video's muffled, rumbling soundtrack is like listening simultaneously to the biorhythms of the death drive and the life force. Deutch takes Burden's performances of transgression and puts them through a kind of structuralist Michael Snow meat grinder. His feats of near self-immolation bring us to a schizy place where cynicism and idealism, purity and destruction, order and chaos, and ferocity and love intermingle.
The best piece in the show is Wells's nearly invisible, initially annoying, intermittently boring Video to Accompany Staring at a White Wall. Where Deutsch is a troubadour-escape -artist-poet-barbarian, Wells is an explorer of the invisible inflections of life. His eight-minute video of a white wall projected onto a white wall is a kind of animated Fantastic Voyage into subjective vision, physiognomy, and phenomenology. Give your eyes time to adjust and an amazing world opens upa world that's already going on inside you anyway. Wells renders the barely discernible flashes of light, the halos, floaters, foggy glows, afterimages, and glitches that make up your visionthe oracular anomalies and overlooked phantoms you see in ways other than with the lenses of your eyes.
Wells's Video is James Turrell and Robert Irwin by way of the experimental filmmakers Stan Brakhage and Jordan Belson, along with science, magic, and biology. This video delves into the schism between inside and outside. You watch yourself watching things you've always seen but haven't seen projected before (it's a metaphysical version of Borat). You see and experience the excess of life, the libidinal charge that being alive is. Wells portrays a boundless, decentered way of seeing. He brings you to the edge of emptiness and fullness, where you're treated to something built-in and ineffable in each of us.