ALAN SHIELDS: IN MOTION
Parrish Art Museum
Water Mill, NY
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| detail: Maze |
The late artist Alan Shields
(1944-2005) was a mid-western export with equal parts gumption, vision and
invention. You might be able to draw a line straight from the American
heartland to Shields’ resourcefulness – a kitchen table aesthetic that fueled
both his art and his radical bohemianism – but you’ll have to dig deeper to
understand the fierce intelligence, indefatigability and labyrinthine dialectic
that fueled his art.
So, let’s dig a little, starting at the Parrish Art Museum
in Water Mill where guest curator Jill Brienza has organized a spirited
overview of Shields’ complex oeuvre in Alan Shields: In Motion. Selected paintings and sculpture, works on paper and
canvas, stop-action animated shorts and performance, on view through January
19, 2015 go a long way toward fleshing out the man and the artist.
Foreground: Dance Bag, 1985, acrylic, canvas, glass beads, thread on aluminum tubing, 40 x 48 x 48"; courtesy estate of the artist
and Cherry and Martin, Los Angeles; Background: Ajax, 1972-73, acrylic, cotton belting, beads, thread aluminum tubing, 96 x 96 x 96"
estate of the artist, courtesy Van Doren Waxter, New York; Photo Daniel Gonzales
Resolutely individualistic, Shields
owned his aesthetic the way a leopard owns its spots. Emerging in the sizzling ferment
of New York’s art world in the late 1960s, Shields’ hippie-ish, off-the-stretcher
paintings rose to prominence at lightning speed. Unlike many of his peers,
Shields wasn’t questioning the-next-inevitable-step, he was establishing his
own culture.
A post-Minimalist, his art embraced pluralism and theatricality.
It predated the Pattern + Decoration movement, side-stepping the
art world’s considerable resistance to ornamentation and its overall condemnation
of craft traditions. How did he do it? The way a leopard wears its spots.
Maze, 1981-1982. Acrylic and thread on canvas, cotton belting, Velcro and aluminum pipe, 87 x 219 x 219 inches.
Estate of the artist, courtesy Van Doren Waxter, New York. Photo Daniel Gonzales
If you’re concerned about the nature-culture divide, it’s pretty much resolved here. Shields not only employed means
that were traditionally female (sewing, weaving, beading), he also pulled the canvas
from the wall and then gave it a front, a back and an interior. He turned the
structure of pictorial space on its ear and expanded the language of gesture by
trading in the brushwork of Abstract Expressionism for decorative switchbacks
drawn from the needle of an industrial sewing machine.
He revolutionized
printmaking, advancing the dialogue of perception itself with complex pictorial
surfaces that gave way to volume and depth of field. The avatar in Shields
continues to influence the work of contemporary artists ranging from Jessica
Stockholder to Jim Lambie to Lauren Luloff, and his aesthetic reach is one that
crosses platforms, mediums and milieus.
Central
to the exhibition is the sculpture/painting Maze,
1981-82. Something of an engineering marvel, Maze is Shields’ magnum opus both in scale and complexity. It
dominates the Parrish installation like a latter day Temple of Dendur, yet it
can be disassembled and fit, more or less, into a duffle bag. Drawing visitors
inside its crisscrosses of lines, painted tubes and canvas walls, once inside one becomes a
participant in the work as they walk its concentric interior.
The paint-saturated
walls look variously like repurposed
tablecloths or parachute skins splattered with cranberry juice. Ornamented with
diamonds, dots and squares, the structure offers a fractured pictorial space
that invites the viewer to observe the world through the gestalt of a kaleidoscope.
Still, like all mazes, implicit in one’s
entering is one’s exiting. To his credit, Maze
is not spectacle – it’s intimate and indiscernible and lacking detours, false
doorways and other parlor tricks, it is definitely not entertainment.
Key to his
art is that for all of Shields’ flaming hoops, nothing is calculated -- the
driving conclusion is the work itself.
Robert Hughes remarked of Shields’
contemporaries, the artists Richard Serra and Barry LeVa, that their work
functioned like “verbs without nouns;” an apt characterization of Shields, too,
and an art that celebrates action while defying description.
The son of a farmer, Alan Shields grew up in rural Kansas among bedtime stories of the Santa Fe Trail and local Indian legends. He learned to sew from his mother and sisters, studied engineering and theater at Kansas State University, and moved to New York before graduating, in 1968. Within a year, he had burst upon the art world like a brilliant piñata. His first solo show at Paula Cooper Gallery was a rousing success, leading to purchases by the Whitney Museum of American Art and MoMA. By 1971, he had bought a home on Shelter Island, located on Long Island’s east end, where he transformed his own life into something that reads like a John Steinbeck novel.
In Eel Town near Coecles Harbor, Shields created a working compound, ornamenting his new home and studio with a mélange of buoys and ball fenders, fishing nets and beaded tree-necklaces. From there he could navigate the art world while living off the land, mostly. With his shaved head, full beard, rainbow-colored nails and assorted tattoos, Shields fished and hunted, grew vegetables, raised his children and maintained a studio filled with sewing machines and the rudiments of his unorthodox working methodology.
Once he took up fulltime residence there and until his death in 2005, the six-foot-and-then-some Shields became the captain of the North Ferry, shuttling passengers between the island and Greenport, bald head glinting in the sun like a character from Moby-Dick.
In the same gallery as Maze, in J & K, 1975, Shields all but eradicates the picture plane, dangling fillets and garlands of Milanese beads from a row of epaulets that line the long upper edge of the painting, essentially doodling with impunity inside a framework of narrow canvas strips. The effect is one of joyful abandon and an effusive, infectious sense of bliss.
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| Dance Bag, 1985 |
Likewise, in Dance Bag, 1985, strips of pigment-saturated canvas and beadwork
are cinched at the top, fanning out toward a circular base with a diameter about
the size of a hula hoop.
Hanging over a mirror, the assemblage reflects its own
ornamented interior in a triumph of candid self-examination.
Nearby, the sculpture Ajax, 1985 hangs from the ceiling like a gigantic tie-dyed
birdcage.
Lining the long hallway galleries, a
sampler of Shields’ smaller works and selected prints touches on the breath of
his focus. Stitchery and layers of rich, pigmented paper pulp morph into
mandalas and loose grids in My Sweet
Daddy Back and Eggs Are Ready,
testament to the poetic rigor and gentle anarchism in his aesthetic canon.
Rarely
on view, two stop-action animated shorts by Shields, Balletfire, 2005 and Birth of
a Nation, 2003, run continuously on a large monitor in the main gallery.
Emphasizing the interactive nature of Shields work, Into the Maze, a collaborative dance work conceptualized by the
curator, was performed earlier this month by the Stephen Petronio Company.
I’m guessing that artists like Alan
Shields come along about once in a lifetime. He was one of a kind, and his
presence can still be felt here, on the south fork, and mightily, in the art
world.
ALAN SHIELDS: IN MOTION, at The Parrish Art Museum, is on view through January 19, 2015
Thank you HAMPTONS ART HUB; please click on the link below:
http://hamptonsarthub.com/2014/11/11/art-review-the-culture-of-alan-shields/
