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There
may be no overriding direction to art these days, but the best
of it continues to reflect an age-old purpose: to cast a keen eye
about the world and offer a response, drawing as needed upon precedents
in art. While lazy art tends to reduce our visual environment (and
great traditional art) to clichés, the most compelling
contemporary art finds something new in both.
These recent watercolors by Jolie Stahl do compel, quietly and
quirkily. A glance at the rapid, bold rendering suggests a quixotic
talent; as the formal vitality of these works sinks in, one recognizes
a more crucial quality: an original temperament.
Although freely reinterpreting what she sees, Stahl always works
from actual set-ups of vases, plates, fruits and vegetables. She
also includes more exotic items, such as Buddha statuettes and
real fish gutted and butterflied for cooking. The most curious
objects of all, howev
er, are the “colon” figurines that the artist first
encountered in 1991 during a trip to Senegal. Dating back to colonial
Africa, these naively rendered sculptures depict men and women
(all of them African) wearing western clothing and accessories.
Originally intended to show off newly imported possessions, the “colon” figurines
are now widely seen as disquieting symbols of western cultural
subjugation. By including them in her compositions without editorial
commentand occasionally adding fanciful terracotta figures
of her own makingStahl has added one more twist to their
colorful contradictory legacy.
This idiosyncratic humor pervades the work. It shows in the collaged
bits of jewel-like tea boxes that in a single watercolor become,
variously, a table surface, a piece of wall, and even tendrils
of steam escaping from a vaseor is it a teapot? Other works
incorporate sections of Renaissance Italian woodcuts, Swedish bread
wrappers, and even portions of her own watercolors. At one point
a “colon” figurine, accompanied by one of Stahl’s
own, peers whimsically from within a water cooler-sized jug. Elsewhere,
another stands erect in a dime store tumbler, the very picture
of hapless fortitude.
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All this would be merely odd, a collection of private concerns
wrapped in peculiar idioms, were it not for Stahl’s firm
grasp of the basic language of form. Playful as they are, these
images attain their own kind of gravity in their energetic color
and line. The broad, almost blunt drawingpossibly traceable
to Philip Guston, whom Stahl knew and admiredcarves out the
lumpy volumes of an eggplant with a few deft strokes, and anchors
a plate (as well as the entire swath of surrounding negative space)
with a well-placed dark.
In The
Genie’s Out of the Bottle, 2002, there’s
a pleasurable rigor in the way that a large plane of pale,
delicate blues (those collaged tea boxes) hovers as a table
top in front of the wall’s blackish ultramarine; the
quality of illumination deepens in the sequence of huespure
paper white/mild sienna/granulating cobalt wash/veiled layers
of darker bluesthat reveals not just a command of watercolor
technique but also the surprising complexities of a half-shadowed
vase.
The overhead view of plates marching up a table in Offering, 2001,
suggests something of Bonnard. Moreover, its expansive opposition
of reich oranges and blues makes the resemblance more than superficial.
(She can’t resist having the
Venetian woodcut printalready
an extensive part of the tableclothreappear in tiny, effective
slivers as plate highlights and shadows, and even the surface of
a sectioned orange.)
What finally do these watercolors. “mean?” Stahl
sees clearly, but makes no pronouncements. Rather, a cheerful and
intense curiosity reigns, suggesting a greater appetite for the
lyricism of colors and forms than for art world “isms.” Put
another way, the riddles of these works collect about themselves
pictorial completeness instead of political chits. Amidst the balanced
chaos of her compositions, the “colon” figurines ultimately
defy labeling as either victims or heroes. Like every one of these
affectionately assembled objectsand like the artist herselfthey
are inalterably themselves, inhabiting these scenes with a beguiling,
cryptic poise.
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