i’ve crankily refrained from posting my pick of the litter, but i’m not happy about it. not one bit. especially since i’ve been waiting to see his new stuff since the new yorker article which came out seemingly forever ago. merry xmas to me.
pics and courtesy of the artist and the gagosian, visit them for more info
The people I paint don’t exist. The only thing that is real is the painting. It’s not like a photograph where there’s another reality that existed at a certain moment in time in the past. The image is only happening right now and this is the only version of it. To me, that’s fascinating. It’s an eternal moment.
Gagosian Gallery is pleased to present new paintings by John Currin.
Currin’s depictions of the female figure enchant and repel, often in equal measure. Labeled as mannerist, caricaturist, radical conservative or satirist, Currin continues to confound expectations and evade categorization. While his meticulous and virtuosic technique is indebted to the history of classical painting, the images themselves engage startlingly contemporary ideas about the representation of the human figure. With inspirations as diverse as Old Master portraits, pin-ups, and mid-twentieth century B-movies, Currin continues to paint ideational yet challengingly perverse images of female subjects, from lusty nymphs to more ethereal feminine prototypes. With his uncanny ability to locate the point at which the beautiful and the grotesque are held in perfect balance, he continues to produce subversive portraits of idiosyncratic women in conventional settings. The latest additions to his cast include the demure Constance Towersand the extravagant Mademoiselle, as well as scenes of bourgeois erotic abandon, such as The Women of Franklin Street.