Walter Maciel Gallery
2642 S. La Cienega Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90034
310 839 1840
Walter Maciel Gallery
2642 S. La Cienega Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90034
310 839 1840
I'm excited to announce that one of my pieces will be up at LACMA as part of the upcoming exhibition Fútbol: The Beautiful Game, which opens on February 2, 2014. Curated by Franklin Sirmans, Fútbol examines the sport's global impact on politics and art, as well as the unique forms of nationalism the beautiful game incites (and enables) in cultures across the world. My own contribution was the result of a very special collaboration between LACMA and Self Help Graphics & Art, where five artists were invited to develop limited-edition serigraphs by Self Help Graphics' Executive Director Evonne Gallardo. After creating the initial design, I worked with master printer Joe Alpuche and SHG's very own Joel Garcia to develop the film, edit it, color match the inks, and print the edition.
My own print focuses on Colombian soccer player Andrés Escobar, who scored an auto-goal in the 1994 World Cup that eliminated Colombia from the competition. The match was against the US men's national team, and was played here at Los Angeles' own Rose Bowl.
Upon his return to Colombia, Andrés was shot dead outside of a popular nightclub by persons who may (or may not?) have been associated with gambling and drug cartels. Part "fan" banner, and part memorial to Andrés, the piece explores the overlap between the worlds of soccer and narco-trafficking in Colombia. Its colors are taken from the Colombian flag and football kit, while the imagery is taken from Colombia's "natural" landscape - birds, drug-producing plants, and, of course, doomed football stars. Overall, I'm incredibly grateful to have been able to make this piece and show it in this show, as it extends two ongoing bodies of work of mine: Asesinados United and Garden Heads. Asesinados United is a mixed media work that uses t-shirts to remember murdered and assassinated footballers. In Garden Heads, potentially decapitated male heads float in tropical landscapes in watercolor and pastel drawings that remix portraiture and botanical illustration, while reconsidering the usually "hard" documentary imagery coming out of the drug war. Overall, I'm deeply interested in finding new ways to depict and think about the toll the drug wars have had on not just people, but the natural environment in which the drugs themselves are cultivated.
After almost two years of sifting and going through my dad's stuff, we are beginning to make some headway in the behemoth of STUFF that he left behind. For those not in the know, my dad Jairo Castaño was a true Renaissance man, an avid lover of photography, music, film, and the printing world. He left behind lots and lots of stuff, some not so great, but other real gems. When going through his office/studio I came upon his record collection which had some classics from Colombia, one of which is the Sonorama Colombiano an 10 LP box set of recordings of traditional Colombian music interpreted by various musical groups. The first record is the most outstanding, with recordings of classics like Navidad Negra and Prende La Vela, which are Colombian standards of the cumbia tradition. I had the chance to share some of his records and CDs with Reyes of Art & Grooves on Radio Sombra, community radio. Listen and enjoy!
As an eye-catching theme for an exhibition, cannibalism surely ranks right up there.
At East Los Angeles College's Vincent Price Art Museum, cannibalism is the motif driving the third MexiCali Biennial, a show that packs the work of 26 artists and collectives from the U.S. and Mexico into relatively small quarters.
Given the venue, which is named for an erudite actor who was both Yale-trained in art history and popular for ghoulish turns in horror movies, the cannibalism theme also exudes a wry, site-specific cheekiness.
None of the show's binational artists is involved in actually eating anyone's liver with (or without) some fava beans and a nice Chianti. But as a metaphor for approaching art today, an image of consuming the body of one's own kind is what artists Ed Gomez and Luis G. Hernandez and art historian Amy Pederson, who acted as guest curators, have in mind.
Sometimes the trope is blunt. For "Paletas de Sangre," Dino Dinco and Rafa Esparza have filled a jauntily decorated and apparently gruesome street-vending cart with frozen ice-pops said to be made from blood. In reality that's unlikely, but point taken: The blood-pops suggest the rather common knowledge that survival economics on Main Street, not just cutthroat corporatism on Wall Street, are dog-eat-dog.
Usually the metaphor is more oblique, and thus considerably more resonant. Ana Baranda has disassembled and then reconstructed four shirts commercially made for private security officers. Like a garment worker economically thriving because of the threat of crime, she stitched the pieces together to form one long, eight-armed, multi-necked, cascading blouse.
Titled "Échale Ganas," Spanish slang for "Go for it," the succession of shirts creates a visual likeness of one body swallowing another. A privatized descendant of Chris Burden's oversize 1993 "L.A.P.D. Uniforms," made in the wake of the previous year's L.A. riots, Baranda's shirt is big enough for a mutant giant. That the necessarily monstrous wearer of such a garment would be a privately enlisted rent-a-cop, rather than a civil servant, is a sobering conclusion impossible to avoid.
Occasionally the relationship between the work and the show's theme is difficult to decipher. Carolyn Castaño, who is better known for poignantly lurid paintings related to the Latin American drug wars, shows an impressive video that had its debut at Walter Maciel Gallery last year.
"The Female Report" is Castaño's satirical, wonderfully dizzying TV news broadcast whose professionally astute anchorwoman, provocatively attired in a ruffled pink blouse, slides seamlessly between English and Spanish to chronicle snippets of stories by, about and for women in the Americas — North, Central and South. (For the bilingually impaired, her fractured fairy-tale news is closed-captioned.)
Subjects range from serious politics to trivial entertainment, murderous mayhem to lighthearted madness, booming mass media to chaotic social media, all delivered with the same degree of clipped, televisual banality familiar from local and network news.
The speed and circularity with which one subject or language in "The Female Report" merges into another could, I suppose, be likened to events swallowing one another whole through today's filtered media environment. "We have accomplished a lot," intones the reporter in reference to recent developments in women's rights, the depth of her exposed cleavage at the anchor desk suggesting certain limitations to the progress.
But the garbage-in, garbage-out quality of what typically passes for journalism on television is wholly transformed by the artist's skillfully scripted and edited composition. She blows the authoritative source material to smithereens. A viewer, disabused of casual acceptance of televised reality, is left to pick up the pieces.
Christopher Reynolds does something similar in his deft mixed-media painting, "Appetite Apparatus #1 (Baker-Miller Pink, Suppressant)," albeit in a wholly different way. Reynolds takes dead aim at the institutionalization of what was once avant-garde art.
The abstract painting offers up a framed panel of flat, bright-pink color. This particular hue was scientifically developed more than 30 years ago as a biomedical means for calming agitated patients.
That would be you and me, rushing off to see the latest biennial.
A narrow shelf across the bottom holds a small hourglass filled with matching Baker-Miller pink sand, plus a pair of pink-tinted sunglasses — equipment to facilitate a viewer's surrender to the ostensible healing powers of aesthetic contemplation. That the overall hue also screams Pepto-Bismol (burp!) while the glasses are suspiciously rose-colored together puts institutionalized art on the supermarket shelf as a panacea for social nausea.
Equally skeptical of convention is "Border Theory," an elegant, formalist stain painting by Tony de los Reyes. He injects sociopolitical savvy into the supposedly autonomous region of abstract painting.
A rainbow of poured colors from the top and the bottom soaks into the raw linen, merging on a diagonal across the center like a classic Morris Louis or Helen Frankenthaler. There, a thin white line traces the contacts between the colors — a line that the artist says has been manipulated to trace an unspecified portion of the border between the U.S. and Mexico.
The radiant color eloquently flows and bleeds. It refuses to respect the bright-line division between the painting's north and south zones, national borders finally being as abstract and mutable as any Color Field painting.
And what of cannibalism? Connections between it and Castaño's video, Reynolds' mixed-media work and De los Reyes' painting are stretched pretty thin. Instead, throughout the show it most often seems to be a subset of standard appropriation — the redeployment into new contexts of objects, images or doctrines that already exist. Those shifts in circumstance alter (or are altered by) whatever has been borrowed.
With some hits and not a few misses, the show is rather woolly — less focused than a commendable, exploratory effort at finding a thread within the diversity of art being produced today. A stark exception is "Tomad y Comed" by Marycarmen Arroyo Macias. In blood scrawled like desperate Spanish graffiti across two adjoining walls, she writes the pointed words of the Christian Eucharist.
Translation: "Take, eat; this is my body which is given for you."
Ancient Romans slurred Christians as cannibals because of their ritual, while invading Spanish conquistadors did something similar to Aztecs and others in the New World. The term even derives from the belief that the Caribs of the West Indies ate human flesh.
Charges of rampant cannibalism are not uncommon as a way to dehumanize an enemy. Macias' bloody text, written into an enveloping corner of the room, casts an experience of the world in general, and the world of art in particular, as a more appropriate body to be consumed.