I went to an opening at Jonathan Levine. A light-hearted group exhibit of what I assume to be mostly extremely young artists. Their imagery is largely rooted in comics or typical of the elaborate mental fantasy doodling that they will eventually shed like molting skin as they age.
There were a number of paintings that featured cutesy/uneasy human/animal combos. Yawn.
There were a number of paintings that are based on photorealism. Pretty, but…yawn.
Nicola Verlato combines the two themes that preoccupy the young artists: critters and comics in a masterful painting that has good light and motion, or maybe I’m just a sucker for a Sam Browne belt over rippling muscles.
Anthony Lister seemed to channel Francis Bacon.
Cleon Peterson is responsible for my favorite in this show because his three pics made me laugh. This is what the Vivian Girls would look like if they had been allowed to grow up. (The artist is in California so I could not ask him if he was indeed doing Darger but I can’t imagine that he’d deny it.)
When you see paintings by young artists, you can almost feel their hormones mixed into the paint. So much desire to say something and yet so little to say. This, incidentally, is why I hate Mozart. (Oh, go right ahead, and rage, you Mozart lovers. I’ve tried to like him. His music is heartless wallpaper.)