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Almine Rech Gallery Paris: PETER PERI - WE, THE CHILDREN OF THE 20TH CENTURY | JOE BRADLEY - DUCKLING FANTASY - 14 May 2011 to 30 July 2011

Current Exhibition

14 May 2011 to 30 July 2011

Opening 14.05.11 / 5 - 8:30 p.m.
Almine Rech Gallery Paris
19 Rue Saintonge
T: +33 (0)1 45 83 71 90
F: +33 (0)1 45 70 91 30

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Artists in this exhibition: Peter Peri


14 May 2011 to 30 July 2011
Opening 14th May 5-8:30 p.m.

There exist a number of intelligent and thoughtful writings[2] about the work of Peter Peri. They are excellent texts, about an excellent artist. But what may now be required, I suggest, is a small insubordination of so much intelligent excellence. Insubordination is part of Peri’s practice and, further below, I will offer some writing that may be consistent with this interest of his; writing that is not actually unintelligent (although I can do that, too), but which is, shall we say, a bit lax – willfully careless – or even, in its own way, a dissolution.

Peri has said that: “The subject of my work could be thought of as dissolution, or more precisely the fetishisation of dissolution within modernity". [3]

His work has been described, in the writings about him, as being in a dialogue with the now extinguished utopian ideals, or grand value systems, of early modernism, and the writers who have stated this are, of course, all correct in their description. It’s been noted that Peri’s grandfather was an early Constructivist[4] and in a sense Constructivism is Peri’s inheritance fortune – the art historical equivalent of a decayed noble estate, amongst whose treasures Peri, the young heir, may wander, enjoying whatever uses or strange squanders that the rights of ownership allow him.

There is a vast, potent, teeming art historical energy about early modernism; it fascinates artists, and enthralls critics and art institutions. Modernism’s original formations suggested political utopianism, geometric spirituality, avant gardism and artistic heroism, cosmological searching, the coded systems of spiritualist and occultist empowerment, abstract and formalist absolutism, and ideals of social and scientific progressiveness. Peri’s appropriations of these (mostly ruined) modernist ideals could be just a cerebral, art historical exercise, or else an opportunity for playfully ironic, retro gags. But his geometrical modernist forms are better than either; propelled forth from a mostly poetic logic (as indicated in the painting titles), he creates the visual equivalences of intense, authoritative, summary moods. Peri’s is a cosmology of various sacred geometries – there are many sacred geometries around to choose from – which he allows to glisten in the brightness of a silvery honouring, before revealing something profane; a foul night time of the dissolute, created from the distressed grunge of painted and overpainted effacement.

It’s at this point I will offer a small dissolution of the proper art critical sensibility, and disrupt, with largely unfounded speculations – my own little insubordinations – what has, so far, been a sensible, shared critical consensus about Peri. The speculations go like this. Peri is a para-military of painting. He is a spiritually stateless traveller, seeking his own country, planet or galaxy. In his youth, he was a committed graffiti artist with pronounced vandal tendencies; so committed that, unusually, he was actually imprisoned for his mark making activities[5]. In this respect Peri was a sort of reverse equivalent of the part the Constructivists played in the early Soviet youth movement – although similarly sincere and hardworking, Peri much preferred his version of asocial occupation to more traditional employment. His early painting surfaces were the hard, dirty reality of the architectural or engineered surfaces of the external world, upon which he had to climb up upon dangerously, in the dark, to access. Peri, our fearless freedom-fighter-terrorist, was engaged in a brave but possibly disturbed seeking, in which his weapons were acid, speed, mushrooms, spray paint and marker pens. His current practice travels through the hyperspace of art history; depictions of isometric and parallelogram forms of architectural and interior volume, situated in deep space, have a familial relationship with the Constructivists, but also with literary and popular science-fiction, science-horror and Francis Bacon. (See Bacon’s paintings that reference the bulletproof booth in which Adolf Eichmann appeared in court). The picture surfaces he creates approximate those of the graffiti artist. The background measuring grids in the Muybridge photographs from which Bacon extrapolated his figures come to mind as well (see also early, monochrome Frank Stella), as do those specialist template tools of the painter; the washing up bowls, na ppy buckets and dustbin lids from whose plastic-planetary circles artists have traditionally created the hypnotising curvatures of so much painting. Unlike Bacon, Peri excludes figures from his work, but shares a visual fetish for grids, nets, grills or other linear containment or boundary forms which, as the Constructivists, Minimalists and Bacon have shown, are as much a kind of theatre foreground spectacle, as theatre backdrop.

Although this collapse of properly considered, sensible thinking about Peri is nowhere near exhausted, we do have to conclude it. And what better way than with love, sex, shit and death? [6] Fetishisation, which Peri mentions, is another term for conditional erotic compulsivity. For the fetishist, this is a form of intense, perfectionist dependency. Peri’s work is an almost erotic seduction, in which a consummation of some kind – sometimes floweringly celestial, sometimes more manuring – is implied, but always denied. The love object feels present, but is absent.

The intensity of this absence is mystical and God like – Peri’s work is a visual theology of a pained, continuance of belief in it.
(Neal Brown)

[1] The exhibition takes its title from Vitali Kanevsky’s documentary film We, The Children of the Twentieth Century (1994).
[2] Writings include those by Bob Nickas, Adam Szymczyk, Martin Herbert, Simone Neuenschwander, Dan Fox, Chris Townsend, Katharine Stout, and Anna Starling
[3] Interview with Carl Freedman. Overflow and Extinction. Catalogue, Carl Freedman Gallery/Counter Gallery (2005).
[4] Laszlo Peter Peri, 1899-1967.
[5] Peri served a sentence at Hollesley Bay Borstal. Brendan Behan was once imprisoned there for three years.
[6] Or even better, with love, shit, sex, death, Georges Bataille and Friedrich Nietzsche. Nietzsche’s Thus Spoke Zarathustra (1883) was quoted by Bataille in his catalogue essay The Absence of Myth (1947); ‘“Night is also a sun”, and the absence of myth is also a myth: the coldest, the purest, the only true myth.’


Exhition 14th May - 30th July 2011
Opening 14th May 5-8:30 p.m.

If you ask Joe Bradley how he became interested in art, this is what he will say:

“I've always enjoyed drawing. When I was a kid, I would draw all the time. Cars, monsters, naked girls... fantasy stuff. When I got to school I didn't know anything about painting. My main area of interest at the time was comics. I was really into Chas Addams. I think I could have made it as a gag cartoonist, but somehow painting took over. I still love alot of the stuff I was loving 15 years ago, but I'm always looking for something new too".

Although it is sometimes difficult to uncover direct references to comics in Bradley’s recent paintings, this is a lot easier in his drawings on paper. It is a technique which the artist loves using and which plays a key role in his paintings. Following on his early interest in comics, he sometimes invites his friends’ children to work with him on some of his drawings, notably for a fanzine called Tuff Stuff.

Nevertheless, there is clearly still something childlike in Bradley’s paintings, something linked to the energy emerging from the true pleasure of painting and the use of motifs that can seem slightly regressive, primitive or poorly executed, like giant doodles.

But as Joe Bradley himself says, he does not like repeating himself. He will focus on one or other series of works for a while before moving on to other motifs. He has no fixed programme in particular, and is happy to follow the natural evolution of his work, which leads him wherever it so pleases.

Thus, the first series of works he showed in 2006 consisted of monochrome paintings of various colours and sizes which were assembled together on the wall or on the floor. Thus arranged, they formed silhouettes composed of highly schematized torsos, legs, arms and heads. For some observers, it was a critical rereading of the minimal monochrome experimentations after the fashion of Ellsworth Kelly or Imi Knoebel, more ironic than the latter, although technically less perfect.

Presented in 2008, the second series of works was entitled Schmagoo Paintings (“schmagoo” is slang for heroin). This series did away with the early interpretations that had been given of the artist’s practice. These pieces were indeed minimal works, but in a figurative register (an arrow, a mouth), and they no longer had anything to do with large coloured surfaces. These pieces consisted of a few black strokes on blank canvases. More recently, Joe Bradley has also produced very large silk-screen prints representing human figures in Egyptian-style poses, figures which in fact illustrate the shadowgraphs drawn from a magazine on how to break-dance.

The selection of works he is currently presenting at the Almine Rech Gallery is part of a new ensemble, consisting of large-scale paintings on unprepared canvases and for which he used oils, oil sticks and pencils.

As he explains, the artist did not handle these canvases with the utmost care:

“They are very rough. I've really been putting them through the ringer, so to speak. I've worked on them unstretched, mostly on the floor of my studio. They are abused. Walked on. When a painting won't cooperate, I wad it into a big ball and forget about it for a while. Although they could be read as abstract paintings, the human body is in there somewhere”.

These giant new paintings radiate both colour and dirt, and bear the traces of the somewhat performative process they went through. Their physical presence emanates something that is both primitive and great fun, between abstract expressionism and grunge, craftsmanship and pleasure. It is as if they mirrored Bradley’s vision of the world as something “chaotic, full of contradictions and miscommunication”. As he says: “Humor is important. There's no humor in heaven, but here on earth we need laughs.”.
(Nicolas Trembley)

Almine Rech Gallery Paris
19 Rue Saintonge
p: +33 (0)1 45 83 71 90
f: +33 (0)1 45 70 91 30

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