Allison Miller’s paintings strike me as calculatedly–therefore artfully–imbecilic. In her second solo show at Susan Inglett, the Los Angeles artist forces viewers to ask ridiculously simple questions, such as “What is this?” and “What kind of space am I looking at?” Shapes and lines lock in bad relationships, color squeezes into (and out of) unexpected situations, and ambiguous titles broadcast multiple meanings. In other words, these clumsy, uncomfortable, unresolved paintings are mysteriously unforgettable. They got under my skin.
(Image above: Allison Miller, Untitled, 2013, oil, acrylic dirt and pencil/ canvas, 66 x 60 inches. Images courtesy of Susan Inglett Gallery)
I think I’m a pragmatic person trying to carve out a grey area that
is just as concrete as daily life (however concrete that is) and can be
seen, proven, by the paintings I make.
The way I’ve figured to go about doing this through objects is to
always try to surprise myself, decision by decision, as I build each
painting with the hope that the viewing experience mimics this process,
meaning that I hope that the painting unfolds, collapses, comes back
together and unfolds again in a different way as the viewer navigates
through it. I like making objects that seem to fail to achieve one goal
and inadvertently succeed in achieving another, unanticipated goal.
I use the term “build” when I talk and think about making the
paintings because that’s the best way of describing how it feels to make
them. Things are tacked-on, pushed back, covered-up and layered as if I
were building an object. I picture some elements sitting in real space
where gravity and physical properties come to bear on them or,
conversely, where those properties are defied. This is true to the point
that I consider a lot of the paintings to be portraits of sculptures,
since, if they were to sit in real space, I don’t know what else they
I was struck by the absurdity that the addition of dirt mixed into the paint lent to late Braque paintings. My use of dirt is more selective but still absurd, in my mind, usually pushing the tangibility and weight of a certain area or form within a painting, or mimicking concrete or rock. This is a ham-fisted and direct way of achieving a kind of realness within a painting which sits in contrast to a line or form made of, say pencil, which is so self-consciously affect-less that it can ground a painting in its materiality — sometimes counter-acting what the dirt has done.
Allison Miller, Lean, 2013, oil, acrylic, and dirt/canvas, 60 x 48 inches.
“Allison Miller,” Susan Inglett Gallery, Chelsea, New York, NY. Through October 19, 2013.