Christopher Warr,
POINTING ITSELF
Helmuth Projects
San Diego
Helmuth
Projects is a storefront gallery, owned and operated by Josh Pavlick, and functions
as one of San Diego’s leading experimental venues. The current exhibition titled ‘Pointing Itself’ by Chris
Warr is a combination of disembodied male portrait heads, (which I will refer
to as personas) and abstract, concrete forms. The heads are either carved, cast,
modeled and assembled or configured in a combination of materials, including wood,
concrete, plaster, fired clay, Styrofoam or cast iron. Displayed alone and without appendages,
one, very powerful, head, modeled in clay with a hollow interior and a dark, polychrome
surface, simply lays at rest, like a Brancusi Sleeping Muse, on furniture
constructed by the artist, that also functions as part of the gallery
architecture. This figure displays
a rather menacing scowl with deep, furrowed, knitted brows and pursed
lips. Other abstract forms, most
always cast in concrete, are used as supports to elevate some of the heads while
others are displayed in a group of stand alone, autonomous works. Individually,
some of these forms could easily be viewed as cast off detritus from a Construction
site, but when they are combined with the portraits they become surrogate, stand-in
bodies, elevating, supporting, and supplying the work with it’s unique profile. Like Brancusi, where his autonomous,
abstracted forms are employed as a support for his figures, so too do Mr.
Warr’s support–forms function in a similar manner, but that’s where the
comparison ends. This work is not
in any way derivative, on the contrary, elements are melded together in a
completely self-referential, identity, as the title suggests; ‘Pointing
Itself.’
Expressions on the portrait heads range from
inanimate, stoic silence as on the totem-like, double stack, ceramic, Janus Head
figures, about nine feet high, supported and separated by cast concrete and found,
turned wood. Other faces Appeared
to be driven by angst and anger- expressions of interior conflict and a psychological
seriousness that inform much of the overall tone of the exhibition Another
work, about five and a half feet in length, fashioned from Styrofoam with an
inverted, truncated, cone shaped body devoid of arms, hangs upside down, secured
to the ceiling. The expressionless
face appears stoic and sphinx–like.
This choice of positioning creates a power of presence that might
otherwise not have been realized had it been situated right side up on the floor. Another powerful, modeled figure with
broad, sloping shoulders and a truncated torso did sit directly on the floor
and stood about twenty-six or twenty-seven inches high. This particular piece had a very strong
material presence due to the fact that it was made from a dark, dense, rustic, cast
iron. There was another cast iron
figure that stood only six or seven inches tall by about as many inches wide, resting
on an elegantly, slender, cast concrete plinth about five feet high, with a
slight, flared top and round base.
The portrait is poetic, appearing to be an old bard, with a slender,
hollow cheek face, mustache and Vandyke beard. I found this work to be the most quintessential and revealing
in the exhibition. This figure
contained all of the elements employed in all of the other objects that were
configured by combining cast or modeled heads with cast or carved base
supports. This small figure seemed to contain an elemental, seed like quality,
as if in its’ quiet simplicity, it germinated many of the other, larger,
combined forms. The elegantly,
slender concrete plinth has an exactness about it that imbues the work with a
perfected harmony. Mr. Warr’s work
never appears labored or over worked, each of the combined elements coexist
comfortably together. The loose
amalgam of representation and abstraction co-joined, give these works their
very unique identity, a rough, durable elegance that is endearing and
engaging. There was one work
however, that fell out side of the general profile of all the other
representational work, a small, thick, blocky chunk of plaster about eight or
nine inches wide and nine or ten inches high and festooned with a long, dark,
disheveled female wig. There was
no attempt in the least to indicate any facial features. Aside from the wig, the viewer would
never associate the work as a portrait.
It is the wig and the abstract, tri-pod leg forms that gave the work
its’ anthropomorphic presence.
I viewed this piece as both slightly amusing and also slightly disturbing
psychologically, because while I understood it to be figural, standing firmly
balanced on its’ tri-pod support, it made me feel altogether unbalanced and
uneasy. The flurry of dark,
farcically disheveled hair haphazardly sitting on the blank, pocked plaster
block appeared like a lost, empty soul, a ghost persona, leering and
confrontational.
Like
a confidence man, Mr. Warr would have us wholeheartedly believe in his
creations. We are invited to look
deeply into their eyes, to scrutinize and study their faces – perhaps they
might reveal something – a revelation, a message, a glimpse of something true
that lies beyond the mundane, rule bound, every day world. In most instances these persona are not
handsome or beautiful or idealized in any way, and in combination with their
abstract supports, they create a boundary–crossing style. These male personas
are not particularly pleasant or pleasing in appearance. Some scowl at us, some appear angry
while others are totally indifferent to us, yet, the totality of the work is
quite pleasing overall. It’s
pleasing in presentation, pleasing in a way that informs us that beauty is not
totally lost.It’s not exactly a retinal beauty that’s being explored. Mingling with those harsh expressions
of dissidence and discord we also encounter harmony and balance. Therein lies the compelling strength of
the exhibition, part object and part installation. It’s the juxtaposition of discord and balance that pulls us
in closer. We should become as
silent as those forms if we expect to learn their open secret. For the mind to reveal its’ self to
itself – a self conscious understanding of beauty hidden in a chaotic, menacing
world – to be able to find humor in every instance, and to harmonize and
organize complex elements.
A deeper understanding of this humorous intension by the artist was demonstrated more abundantly on the evening of the opening, when gallery goers were invited to take a few whacks with a stick at the artist’s head in the form of a large, humorous piñata. When the final blow finally exposed the contents of the artist’s head, what fell to the floor were more of the artist’s head. Small endearing charms, self–portraits about the size of a large baseball, not quite a soft ball. Each multiple was a charming, cartoon image of the artist, replete with receding hairline, full beard and large, expansive pinkish pate. Each self-portrait was painted on a freely formed sphere of expandable, construction, spray foam. Unlike the heads in the more durable materials, with expressions of angst, anger or indifference, these little charmers smiled back at us with humorous little faces that were meant to lure us in with desire, taken home – they were metaphors of metaphors of the overall category of those harsher personas – personas that a small child would certainly be shy or fearful to approach. But after a while would timidly be accepting of, as the retinal gives way to the cerebral and tension subsides and gives way to a deeper understanding of who or what, and of intent and meaning finally revealed.
A deeper understanding of this humorous intension by the artist was demonstrated more abundantly on the evening of the opening, when gallery goers were invited to take a few whacks with a stick at the artist’s head in the form of a large, humorous piñata. When the final blow finally exposed the contents of the artist’s head, what fell to the floor were more of the artist’s head. Small endearing charms, self–portraits about the size of a large baseball, not quite a soft ball. Each multiple was a charming, cartoon image of the artist, replete with receding hairline, full beard and large, expansive pinkish pate. Each self-portrait was painted on a freely formed sphere of expandable, construction, spray foam. Unlike the heads in the more durable materials, with expressions of angst, anger or indifference, these little charmers smiled back at us with humorous little faces that were meant to lure us in with desire, taken home – they were metaphors of metaphors of the overall category of those harsher personas – personas that a small child would certainly be shy or fearful to approach. But after a while would timidly be accepting of, as the retinal gives way to the cerebral and tension subsides and gives way to a deeper understanding of who or what, and of intent and meaning finally revealed.
The
work in this show evolves beyond two art historical poles: that of tradition
and that of experimental modernism.
Experimentally the show is successful on many levels, and as such, we
can only hope the next iteration and fusion of materials will be as successful.
