Verso 4

Reverse side of acrylic painting on unprimed canvas. 72 x 60 in.

Verso series –

These abstract landscapes are the reverse side of paintings made on unprimed canvas. They represent the untold story or meaning behind art – whatever that means to the individual viewer.

Verso 7

Reverse side of acrylic painting on unprimed canvas. 72 x 60 in.

I think of the Verso paintings as a continuation of the vanishing point of perspective – through the canvas and out into the light of day for the first time. The application of paint has subtle, yet profound differences that the casual viewer will not notice, but that would baffle an art conservationist.

Freestanding by Justine Hill at Denny Gallery

Justine Hill works her way through a painting and sorts out its meaning later, if at all. Which seems to make sense, since it’s hard to come to a consensus on art.

What would consensus mean anyway in the gallery of today? When people go to physical galleries, they schmooze and drink, with their backs to the wall. Almost seems like the art gets in the way.

The paintings are in 3-D segments loosely grouped together. Looser than a puzzle, but the shapes seem to be aware of each others’ proximity. So they are kind of Other and kind of Connected.

The surfaces are coated with sections of color and vertical dash type brushstrokes. Somewhat like digital pixelization.

She photographs the sections while she is working, to get a 2-D look before proceeding. Some kind of rationalization of dimensions that preceeds the next steps and impacts the final piece.

Quick quips on precedence and impact:

When computers became widespread I thought for sure it would impact literature. Hard to tell though, except in a roundabout way.

Artists now come to New York fully knowing what to expect, and Facebooking the hell out of it, before they arrive. That has got to have an impact on the art that gets made. Especially when you compare it to the way artists used to come. For cheap rent, for one thing.

After the precedence, there’s the impact, then there’s a stopping point. Like in Beckett – “I can’t go on, I’ll go on.”

That book didn’t go on though, not for me. It was totally over.

Not so with art – it really does go on.

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