Curated by Kristan Kennedy.
To be of the body is to be of flesh and bone, but what is it to be a representation or a stand-in for the body?
Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death. gathers together work in which the body is a painting, a shell, a gesture, a cartoon, a mask. Less portrait and more portrayal, the works included run from the highly sexualized and political to the austere and academic. When taken together, the work represents the kind of pictorial freedom ushered in by post-modernism and, furthermore, the figure post-Picabia. Seven distinctly different painters render our human form with a reverence for the architecture and meaning of the body without using “live” models as their material. The artists mine imagery from film, art history, memory, kitsch, and pop culture. It is here—between the energy of painting and the stillness of mechanization—that the work exists.
Download the exhibit essay, Shells of Our Selves. (PDF)
Critics’ Picks: “Between My Head and My Hand, There is Always the Face of Death,”, Stephanie Snyder, March 23, 2011. PDF)
“Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death,” Amy Bernstein, PORT, January 21, 2011. (PDF)
Review: ‘Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death’, John Motley, The Oregonian, January 27, 2011.
Through a kaleidoscope, darkly, Lisa Radon, ultra, February 13, 2011.