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Melissa Catanese: Fieldwork

January 4, 2009 · Leave a Comment

by Allicette Torres

Originally Published January 4, 2009 Brooklyn Art Project Blog

March 2005, Melissa Catanese

There is something that has gone sadly awry with the American dream in the photographs of Melissa Catanese. Within their hung frames at the Sasha Wolf Gallery there seems to be a gut wrenching quiet infection brewing and simmering to the point of uncomfortably. The work emanates a quiet implosion that echoes the death of an age—the age of the industrial American superpower.

Eagle, 2005, Melissa Catanese

The exceptional cohesiveness of the grouping of the work allows the viewer to catapult into a clearly specific cinematographic narrative—bald eagle hanging sideways about to fall off the screen door of an old house, blurred American flags in the distance, oil silos dripping with rot and rust; while old American behemoth trucks linger motionless in driveways. The scream of a death knell can be deafening with the absence of humanity in it’s truest sense. There certainly are people in Ms. Cantanese’s work, but they are impossible to reach with distances so far the only thing you can understand is that they are objects with human form, nothing more. In closer frames they all have their backs to the camera, almost in a hopeless indifference. And in the one frame that contains faces of actual people, is a photograph of pictures on a mantel, it depicts the existence of an unfulfilled promising past—a truncated dream deferred.

New Year\'s Eve 2005, Melissa Catanese

The forceful use of flash in the work adds another layer of dimension. The light cast under normal circumstance would be a type of blinding, illuminating light that pierces the most darkest recesses, but in the universe witnessed by Ms. Cantanese, the light has no affect in changing the view other than to show, what is just beyond the dark confines of the frame. It’s effect is of trapped immobility.

I was severely impressed with the breadth of Ms. Catanese work, her ideations of the state of our “small towns”, whether real or organized as such, exemplify one of the first well thought out points of view of the imploded America through the eyes of a current inheritor. It’s devolution and how we are grappling with this new “second rate” superpower status. I had the pleasure of exchanging words about her work and she discussed with me some of her views further in detail.

Allicette Torres: There seems to be an “impending doom” quality of your work. Is this purposeful, serendipity—a little of both? Why?

Melissa Catanese: It probably is a little bit of both. I’m quite consciously drawn to places that leave me unsettled, and in some cases, my photographs carry that response.

These environments, especially in Fieldwork, are not idyllic landscapes, but rather working class cities where I’m looking at a post-industrial landscape. It’s only natural to feel a dark undertone in these photographs because of the weight these places carry in our cultural history.

AT: Your work has a cinematographic quality, in some of your images you get the sense that the protagonist of the scene are just about to enter into the frame or just exited a second before the capture. What is happening in this universe you’ve created?

MC: Lewis Baltz describes photography as ‘a narrow but deep area lying between the cinema and the novel.’ This idea resonates profoundly with how I experience photography. It’s made more sense for me to put my pictures together in sequences as opposed to single images. When editing, I’m seeking that instant where associations arise between photographs, and for that energy to bounce back and forth. It always surprises me the different meanings, or impressions a photograph can leave me with when placed next to one another. It’s what assures me that a photograph lives and breathes.

I spend a great deal of time carefully editing my photographs, balancing ambiguities, associations, and disparities. I hope that a stream of consciousness within my work leaves me, and with any luck the viewer, with more of a feeling, or subtle impression of something happening. I think this mystery works best for me. It’s like listening to music in a foreign language and that moment when you’re overcome with a sensation where translation becomes irrelevant.

AT: There is a muffled and muted tone to your color and saturation, can you elaborate on your direction and purpose on this.

MC: I think it has much to do with the palette of the subject matter and the time and season the photograph was taken. It’s funny how this palette is probably so obvious to others, yet something so subconsciously embedded in the work for me. I’ve been told that the colors in my photographs have more in common with European photographers, like Jean-Marc Bustamante, but really couldn’t elaborate on the meaning other than aesthetic preference and a slant to a more natural rendering. But I don’t think this is always the case.

AT: Your perspective seems to be that of voyeur, what is compelling you to document as the invisible eye?

MC: Like many others who make pictures, I’m interested in photography’s relationship with reality and also how we situate ourselves and describe the world that surrounds us. I’ve been most influenced by the work of photographers who use the documentary mode and approach the world in a direct and transparent way.

Gerry Badger’s essay “The Art that Hides Itself—Notes on Photography’s Quiet Genius” has been a serious manifesto for myself and many other photographers. In it, he describes a quality, which he calls “thereness” as ‘a sense of the subject’s reality, a heightened sense of its physicality, etched sharply into the image. It is a sense that we are looking at the world directly, without meditation. Or rather, that something other than a mere photographer is mediating.’

To me, the photographs that resonate the most are about ‘seeing’ and being there—the subjects tell their own stories, and this is the driving force in the work.

Melissa Catanese is represented by the Sasha Wolf Gallery.

Fieldwork will be up until January 10

Sasha Wolf Gallery
10 Leonard Street
NY 10013 New York
Phone: 212.925.0025
www.sashawolf.com
info@sashawolf.com

opening hours:
Tue- Sat 11-18

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The Sacred Roots of Vintage Haitian Vodou Flags

November 25, 2008 · Leave a Comment

By Allicette Torres
Excerpts from the essay in the soon to be published book, The Sacred Roots of Vintage Haitian Vodou Flags, December 2008

Haitian vodou flag representing Damballah

Haitian vodou flag representing Damballah

Casa Frela Gallery has confirmed its role as a ground breaking new presence in the exhibition of Black and Latino autodidactic artists. Casa Frela Gallery’s latest offering, from the exclusive private collection of Thomas S. Schultz, M.D. is a perfect bridge that touches upon “outsider art” and it’s perennial connection to time, place and historical legacy. The 16 Vodou flags presented are handmade by Haitian folk artists. The collection spans the better-known loas, also known as spirits, in the Haitian religion of Vodou. Many of the flags presented in the exhibit are known to be over 150 years old. It makes the nature of this exhibit, precious and impressive. It is also known that some of these flags have been consecrated and used for actual ceremonial purposes, further heightening the worth of these capsules of time, religion and folklore. These period flags are the product of the syncretization of the Catholic religion and the native religion brought to Haiti by African slaves from West Africa most likely the Fon and Ewe tribes. They were able to use the Catholic saints to hide their African spirits in—there by marrying the two religions into one.

By means of this unique textile art, African slaves were able to take the Catholic saints and match their attributes to their native deities. For example, Damballah was linked to Saint Patrick, because at the time Saint Patrick typically was depicted driving out the snakes from Ireland in Catholic lore. He is seen as the great “father serpent” equal to Damballah and thus the “great creator” and protector of the universe. All of the loa have their Catholic counterparts. The flags can also either demonstrate one of the two incarnations for each of the loa; they can allude to their rada or petro sides. The “cool” rada loa, are spirits which come from mother Africa and are benign in nature. Where as the petro form of the deity is the “hot” form, meaning that they are unbridled, violent forces to be reckoned with and that originate from the New World.

The most historically important Vodou ceremony in Haitian history was the Bwa Kayiman (Bois Caiman) ceremony of August 1791 near the city of Cap Haitien that began the Haitian Revolution, led by the Vodou priest named Boukman. During this ceremony the spirit Ezili Dantor came and received a black pig as an offering, and all those present pledged themselves to the fight for freedom. This ceremony ultimately resulted in the liberation of the Haitian people from their French masters in 1804, and the establishment of the first and only Black People’s Republic in the Western Hemisphere, the first such republic in the history of the world.(1)

The Haitian Vodou flags majestically drape with an iridescence of glinting color chrome, studded fabric, intricately detailed beading and sequin. These effigies are made by hand, requiring thousands of hours to create each one. The flags are heavy with richly hued with colors that bleed out in connection to Haiti’s past struggle for independence and it’s rich religious history—a history that inextricably can not be broken. With Haiti’s staked claim to independence as the first New World and Black colony to break from it’s colonial “mother country”—France.

There at the formation of the first independent Black republic of the New World, it was a Vodou flag that was trouped proudly as a beacon to the to the Vodou deity Ezili Dantor she had become the fountain of great success for the independence and the formation of what we now know as Haiti.

Dr. Schultz’s holdings of Haitian “outsider art”, in the vein of the Prinzhorn Collection include an important cross-section of first generation Haitian masters. In the segment of his collection that comprises the Haitian Vodou flags, Dr. Schultz continues to carry the torch that was begun as a collection by Mr. Virgil Young.

Mr. Virgil Young is among one of the first known collectors of Haitian Vodou flags. He was the first to acquire the extensive collection of the displayed flags. The deceased Young is considered by many, “as one of the most important Haitian art collectors of the past century. He was ahead of the pack in regards to appreciating and gathering Vodou flags.”(2)

Casa Frela Gallery invites the art world to participate in the rare and exclusive exposition of The Sacred Roots of Vintage Haitian Vodou Flags that these flags exalt and commemorate through their power and rare beauty. They are able to transcend on many levels multiple forms of art including ethnic, religious artifacts, autodidactic, outsider/naive art, to a unique historical glimpse of precious, long neglected primordial utilitarian art.


Fete St. Yves: Beyond the Mountains
Photographs by Tony Savino

St. Yves Voodoo Celebration, Haiti

St. Yves Voodoo Celebration, Haiti

Casa Frela will be juxtaposing the photojournalistic images of Tony Savino alongside the Hatian Vodou Flags of the Thomas S. Schultz, M.D. collection. Savino’s work features Vodou ceremonies captured on a unique and intimate level.

The photographs by Tony Savino are an entry into the private and sacred world of the Vodou religion. He is able to capture the beauty, complexity and richness of the Haitian people and of their religion. As a viewer you can’t help but to be engulfed and drawn into the world he is giving us a glimpse of.

Savino has been covering Haiti with his cameras since 1987, when he covered the first attempted elections after the fall of Jean-Claude (Baby Doc) Duvalier on assignment for Time Magazine. As Savino continued to photograph this political landscape, he became ever more interested in the cultural identity of the Haitian people. Vodou, the synchronic mix of various West African traditions and Catholicism exemplifies that expression.

Allicette Torres
Casa Frela
Tony Savino


Cited References
(1) Rock, Michael. Essay, Haitian Vodou: Serving the Spirits
(2) Russell, Candice. Essay, Virgil Young The Naive Collector

Consulted references
Books
Galembo, Phyllis. Vodou: Visions and Voices of Haiti, Published by Ten Speed Press, 2005

Fernández Olmos, Margarite, Lizabeth Paravisini-Gebert. Sacred Possessions: Vodou, Santería, Obeah, and the Caribbean, Published by Rutgers University Press, 1997

Essays
Cotter, Holland. Essay, Art Review; Dazzling and Devout Voodoo Energy, New York Times, October 9th 1998

Vivien Raynor. Essay, Haiti’s Spirits: Soaring to the Heavens, Wallowing in the Mud, New York Times, April 7th 1991.

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Tara McPherson and Lori Earley Solo Shows

November 15, 2008 · Leave a Comment

by Allicette Torres
Originally published March 6, 2008 on the Brooklyn Art Project website.

It was a brisk and chilled night as I headed to the Tara McPherson and Lori Earley solo shows at the Jonathan Levin Gallery. While I walked at a breakneck pace towards the location the condensation in the frigid air lingered as I breathed in and out. The venue, located in the last bastion of art in Manhattan, is in the western most place on 20th street. It’s scary and dismal, until you begin to sense a divine herding of people amassing as you get to the last half of the block. There was a hop shuffling of people in double single file moving at a small trot to get to the building. It was 7pm exactly as I wiggled my way into the room; so many others had also thought to arrive on time.

Upon entering the gallery I walked into the McPherson show, Lost Constellations. There was a loud roar of people chatting and greeting each other as I made my way to a piece which almost looked like it didin’t belong with the ones flanking it. That painting, How Easily They Fly Away, subsequently became my favorite piece. It is then that I decided to not look at the pieces in any particular order, since it was impossible to do so anyway. I aggressively positioned myself at each piece and battled with other spectators that look like they had fallen out of one of McPherson’s painting—pink haired girls covered in tattoo’s with metal stilettos and shiny glitter makeup. The sheer volume of pieces from McPherson is prolific—she included paintings, drawings and sculptures. McPherson is an art rock star that legends are made of. Her women, the only real subject in her paintings and drawings, are these bold lined creatures that burst out at you. There is no question about her skill and mastery of her medium. Each piece was a titillating assault on my pupils. I fell more in lust with each image that I ventured in front of. Suddenly, I heard Bjork’s song Bachelorette coming from the other gallery and knew that I was being personally called over by the art muses to see Lori Earley show.

Walking into Earley’s show, Fade to Grey, was almost painful. McPherson’s show had been full of hyper-saturated canvases in black frames; by contrast most of Earley’s work was in grey tones and all the work was framed in Rococo stark white frames. The walls of the gallery space were covered in white and light gray wallpaper that also had ornate scrolls and delicate patterns. This gallery was much smaller and a bit more sparsely populated as the artist had not arrived yet. I was pulled cosmically to the piece, Ms. V, my heart pounded and fluttered in my chest. I took a step back and needed to refocus my eyes. I was grateful to be able to wander around and take inventory liberally while listening to music selected by the artist for the viewing of her art. Earley’s women, again the only subject matter, are ethereal gorgeously alien women whose eyes are pools that are meant to pull you under and drown you. Her painting skill is as impeccable as a French master and her layering technique alone is worth studying and eternal adulation. The paintings were diminutive in size by comparison to McPherson’s, but felt just as large because of the detail and framing of her subjects. If McPherson’s women would cause you to lust and sell your soul for them, Earley’s women were the sort that you would kill yourself with a smile for.

The juxtaposition of these two artists by the gallery is the genius, creating lightening in a bottle. By the time I left both artists had definitely worked their followers into a hot wet frenzy. As I was about to get onto the elevator to leave there was a woman crying and pleading with a man that she needed a piece from each of the artist as he quietly kept insisting they could only afford one.

Through March 22, 2008

Tara McPherson, Lost Contellations
Lori Earley, Fade to Grey

Jonathan Levine Gallery
529 West 20th Street, 9E
New York, NY 10011
212-243-3822

Hours:
Tuesday through Saturday, 11am to 6pm

http://jonathanlevinegallery.com/

Photos from the McPherson show:

Photos from the Earley show:

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The party continued:

After the show I made my way over to Billy’s Bakery which is a fantastic cupcake house dujour. I was forced by their friendly and cute staff boys to eat cake and lick icing. I had mine to go and at the persistence of a super nice fellow took home 2 slices of heaven, I mean cake—banana and carrot respectively. My dears this is literally sugar porn in a box. The pieces were huge and could feed at least 2 people. I ate one whole piece myself after I got home and was so devastated the next morning when I found the other slice mysteriously gone.

Billy’s Bakery

184 9th Avenue
NYC, 10011
212.647.9956

http://www.billysbakerynyc.com/

Store Hours
Monday to Thurs 9am-11pm
Friday 9am-12am
Saturday 9am-12am
Sunday 10am-10pm

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Interview with Thomas Holton

November 15, 2008 · Leave a Comment

by Allicette Torres
Originally published in the Brooklyn Art Project March 16, 2008

It was blistery cold as I walked the narrow streets of Tribeca New York bound for the Sasha Wolf Gallery. I was lucky to be one of the first arrivals at Thomas Holton’s show, The Lams of Ludlow. I enjoyed how there was a quick rush of friends and family that came with cheer, admiration and awe. There was a clear unpretentious perspective to Holton’s work. Walking from photo to photo I was deeply struck by the natural universality of the idea of family reflected in his work. The ethnicity and circumstance of the subjects quickly fell away and what you were left with were these intimate commonalities that one rarely shares with people who are not in one’s inner family circle. The work was not one of a distant voyeur in search of exoticism but a study in the beautiful and complex narration of mundane family life unfolding.

Allicette Torres:
Why did you select the Lam family?

Thomas Holton: The Lams were one of maybe about 12 families that I met during my Chinatown visits. but they were by far the most open to being photographed and very friendly and inviting. the work up to then was a bit thin… a few photos of a dozen families… not much depth to the work. I wanted to photograph a family in all their everyday action…exciting days, boring moments, etc. so when the lams were so gracious to letting me into their home, I saw this as a sign.

AT: Can you elaborate more on your creative process? How did you harness the depth you were looking for? What were you looking for?

TH: My creative process is really about having a quiet patience and to be observant. I’m drawn to the idea that I can return to a space dozens and dozens of times and see something new almost all the time… be it a new physical object or a glance. When the work was “thin” it was very limited in its scope. I was at some of these homes for only 30 minutes in the presence of the housing advocate not really seeing anything candid or unposed. So when the Lams kept inviting me in their home over and over, I realized that I was becoming more and more part of the family and somebody who just happened to be there. That’s when you see things happen.

AT: What were you trying to capture with this series? What was the most difficult aspect of shooting the series?

TH: These questions are very related. I really wanted to see what life was like behind the closed doors of Chinatown, not just the everyday Canal street knock-off stuff. The challenge was to make work that did not seem to be another look at “the other” and all about access. I didn’t want to focus on their meager surroundings, living situation, small space, etc., but really on the people and their emotional and dramatic world. I wanted the work to be respectful and not another sensational reflection of the immigrant cliché.

AT:
What is the intent to the cultural ramifications in your work? Are you observing what you see and documenting it for others to distill ideas or is there a specific journey you expect your viewer to navigate?

TH: I guess that is how I might have “harnessed the depth” that you mention. I don’t want to really guide the viewer on any specific journey but rather keep the images opened ended where the viewer can interpret the images themselves. Regarding “cultural ramifications”, I no longer notice that they are Chinese. They are just another family here in New York City living their lives and making the best of their situation.

AT:
What artists inspire you or do you admire and why?

TH: I love Larry Sultan and his quiet sensitivity, how William Eggleston makes the mundane so beautiful and significant, Henri Cartier-Bresson’s timing and exquisite compositions and Walker Evans’ respect and sensitivity.

The Lams of Ludlow Street on view until April 26

Sasha Wolf Gallery
10 Leonard St.
Tribeca, New York 10013
212-925-0025
http://www.sashawolf.com/
Tuesday-Saturday 11-6

Thomas Holton
http://www.thomasholton.com/

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After the Show

La Rouse and I decided on skipping both Chinatown and Little Italy and made our way back to Soho from whence we came. We made the beeline to Lombari’s, known as the first pizzeria in America, for their killer coal oven pizza. Disappointment was not part of our vocabulary as our pie arrived in less than 15 minutes flat. The thin crust permeated with fresh mozzarella, basil and pepperoni it was heaven in a circle. La Rousse and I were rather sedate, and the usual debauched revelries did not ensue, but we did catch up on girly-girl chat.


Lombardi’s

32 Spring St
New York, NY 10012-4173
(212) 941-7994
Cash Only

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