“The Color of Sound” is Ken Tisa’s first paintings exhibition in more than twenty years. It’s not that he wasn’t making art all that time. On the contrary: For Tisa, art is a daily practice, and his involves not only painting, but also ceramics, collage, textile design, and scenic design. Some think of him as an artist’s artist, one who believes in the essential pleasure of expression, who delights in the sensuality of material wisdom. It’s no accident that the title of his current show at Kate Werble Gallery connotes synesthesia, an implosion of the senses, for his is art that’s trippy, stirring, and charged in a most transcendent way.
Love is never uncomplicated. Life is rife with dazzle pains. “The Color of Sound” deals in a similar mire, temperature (perhaps sensibility is the better word), but Tisa’s new paintings, all made in the last three years, reveal his inner formalist: all abstractions in gouache and watercolor, typically muted media that he gives the scale and the self-assurance of oil paint. His titles are lucid, giving nudging narrative by summoning particular points here on earth as well as in less tangible realms: Spirit Song, Night in Istanbul, Dreamtime Maze, Burning in the Flames of Love. His compositions — polyrhythmic, unruly — are multidimensional, magnetic chaos; their many elements advance and recede, come together, and fall apart, all at once.
The molten orange and red-rose trail that dominates Heartthrob screams for attention, smearing itself over a delicate web of multicolored orbs, calling for us to look closer while pushing a viewer away with its scorching palette. Squint at Big Bang, and its teeming center takes the shape of a psychedelic portrait in profile: a dark blue tadpole(y thingy) as its eye, streaming yellow masses becoming its nose, mouth, and neck. Lost and Found is a dizzying tangle of tightly drawn pathways — a candy-colored network to nowhere. Night Out is sensual, sexual, its freaky green lattice winding through a wiggling jungle of oddball stuff, some open and penetrated as orifices. Though his paintings appear to scramble or explode almost as though in a sudden flash, it takes time for Tisa to achieve such intricacy, density, and depth. It is this sense of duration, of return, that infuses his work with a meditative, spiritual frequency, as though Tisa made them, perhaps in part, as prayer.
Kali’s Dance, titled for the Hindu goddess who liberates all and destroys all evil, is the largest work in the show. Free-handed forms — like innards or comet trails or maybe a goddess’s choreographic notations — loop across the canvas. Beneath them are frenzied configurations of even more kooky, kinky figures, layers to be excavated or collapsed by the eye as it takes in the marvels of Tisa’s cosmic elsewheres made for the here and now.
‘Ken Tisa: The Color of Sound’
Kate Werble Gallery
83 Vandam Street
212.352.9700
katewerblegallery.com
Through December 22