I just saw Luc Tuymans' show at the Wexner Center on the Ohio State university campus. I'm still trying to figure what he is about. There is something about the way he paints that seems so candid. Each painting seems like a faded photograph from a newspaper. In person his paintings seem dry and faded, as if he scraped away the top layer. This combined with the bold brush strokes and blurred edges creates the feel of a faded memory. The memory can be lucid, but the details are not quite clear. The Maypole seems a very vague painting. The colors are dulled and muted. What exactly is going on? There seems to be nothing to define this moment concretely. It is actually an image of Nazi Youth. The evil associated with the movement is stripped away and buried. A scene which would normally repulse me confronts me in a purely instinctual way, without the context of history.
I just saw Luc Tuymans' show at the Wexner Center on the Ohio State university campus. I'm still trying to figure what he is about. There is something about the way he paints that seems so candid. Each painting seems like a faded photograph from a newspaper. In person his paintings seem dry and faded, as if he scraped away the top layer. This combined with the bold brush strokes and blurred edges creates the feel of a faded memory. The memory can be lucid, but the details are not quite clear. The Maypole seems a very vague painting. The colors are dulled and muted. What exactly is going on? There seems to be nothing to define this moment concretely. It is actually an image of Nazi Youth. The evil associated with the movement is stripped away and buried. A scene which would normally repulse me confronts me in a purely instinctual way, without the context of history.
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