Friday, March 21, 2008

Escape.


The Preparation with Green Sky

Between my stops at PEER and Winkleman last night I happened upon Ashley Bickerton's show of new work at Lehmann Maupin. Um. Holy fucking shit! Bali-livin' muthafuckah knocks it so far off the island they're going to have to build another ocean to catch it.

A few hours of post-work Maundy Thursday drinking were immediately washed out of my system when I stood in front of these paintings. That tends to happen when you get hit with a big wave. You wake up, and you wake up fast. I had one of those art experiences where everything and everyone around you disappears. The head and the heart get very, very still. It's just you and the painting. You are gone, and you are there. And I can't imagine a better place to be than in the realm of one of Bickerton's paintings.

I go back and forth in regards to Bickerton's work, and judging from a number of conversations I've had over the years most of you do the same. There was no back and forth for me here though. No place to hide. Only escape, and all the weight that it carries.


Famili

3 comments:

Sus said...

How wonderfully lush.

SMPnyc said...

amazing

Anonymous said...

thrillingly horrific-thank you!I am excited now.