Anton Henning: Christopher Grimes Gallery.
It's not that the paintings shown, made during 2002-2004, are over-the-top or explicit. Rather, they simply seem at ease with the retinal, material, and intellectual pleasures they offer. Implying neither struggle nor casualness, they seem more the products of someone who has no difficulty getting into a groove. Henning seems comfortable in his own skin, delivering a loosely brushed self-portrait that includes a glimpse (over the subject's sunburnt shoulder) of a supernova sun. He accompanies this work with a separate canvas in which a sun burning in a blue sky is seen from a retina-frying, dead-on point of view. Henning turns up again, looking equal parts hedonist and old-fashioned romantic, in Blumenstilleben No. 184, 2004, in which he doubles the pleasure via two duplicated images of himself in sunglasses, smoking a Castro-worthy cigar and reclining buck naked beneath a sky as orange as his skin.
In these doubled images, the male Venus/Olympia basks in a landscape that is anomalous or ambiguous. One isn't sure if the backgrounds are photographs or color-field painting, or if the dark, cloudy sky reveals a stormy sunset, the smoggy glow of oil fires, or the aftermath of an apocalypse. And it remains equally unclear whether the swirling lines beneath the figure represent the pattern of a beach blanket or the ridges and valleys of a dwarfed landscape. Stranger still is the way in which these twin nude self-portraits not only occur within the same painting but also are backdrops within it. Appearing to hang on a wall in an illusionistically rendered space, they drop away behind what appears to be an abstract sculpture based on a plantlike motif called a "hennling" (hence the painting's title, which translates as "flower still life") sitting on a table in the foreground.
Such combinations recur frequently in Henning's works, wherein instances of the broad quotation of disjunctive imagery and styles are handled not through layering and juxtaposition but rather via spatially logical if circumstantially unexpected arrangements. What appear to be monochrome nude pinups or photographs of interiors, or perhaps actual figures and rooms dramatically lit, drop away behind objects that range from familiar to abstracted to simply undefined. Occasionally, in nods to Guston and Magritte, the paintings picture canvases stacked up into still lifes or transformed into tabletops and floors. Delivering neither chaos nor the bizarre, Henning instead reshuffles rich imagery and allows one to get lost in the pleasure of trying to make sense of it all.
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|Title Annotation:||LOS ANGELES; paintings are a meditation on the materiality of life|
|Article Type:||Critical Essay|
|Date:||Mar 1, 2005|
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