Back in the late 1970s, Anton Perich — a Croatian-born experimental filmmaker who circulated in the Parisian avant-garde before moving to New York in 1970 and falling in with Andy Warhol and his crowd — created his very own painting-making apparatus. What a funny machine it was…and is. At its heart is a light-sensitive sensor and an airbrush traveling in tandem across canvas or paper. Perich projects a photograph, often his own party pictures from the Warhol days, onto a canvas hanging from the wall. Each time the machine makes a pass, it adds acrylic paint here and there in quarter-inch-wide lines along its path, roughly replicating the photographic original.
Perich knew the insides of television tubes and how they encoded images line by horizontal line.For those of us old enough to remember TVs with antennas that would sometimes lose their signal, Perich’s pictures are broken down in a similar way. One man’s face is so shadowed that the picturelooks like the Shroud of Turin. Another woman with eyes downcast could be Leonardo’s Virgin of the Rocks. Even at their weakest, these pictures mark a man/machine détente.
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