Caroline Walker: ANAT EGBI.
Depth, however, appears to be beside the point. In dividing the show between two thematically related but practically disjointed parts, the message that could potentially bind them into a more robust whole remains ultimately obscured. The first section, comprising six large, rectangular oil paintings that line the main exhibition space, presents a dossier on the life of a former Miss Colorado, who drifts expressionlessly between breakfast at the Beverly Hills Hotel (Desayuno [all works 2017]) and poolside calisthenics behind her Hollywood Hills home (Training). In each of these expansive canvases, she is dwarfed, Gregory Crewdson-like, at regular intervals by the excess of her environs. Adrift, a thirty-one-by-twenty-four-inch portrait of our buxom protagonist depressing a chic white pool floaty while cradling two Yorkies, hangs dryly in a foyer linking the main gallery to an auxiliary space displaying the show's more modest offerings. In this second room, the viewer encounters six scaled-down studies, among them Blow Dry Study and Study for Cooler, that miniaturize in oil the archetypal bourgeois interiors that lend merely a supporting role in the primary space. The former depicts a salon excursion, while the latter, a purple nocturne, features an illuminated glass Case Study House that indirectly corresponds to the rectilinear domicile that frames the larger paintings. As a kind of behind-thescenes take on the first room, these sketches obey a certain prying logic underlying the show but undercut some of its dissociative fantasies.
If one suspends efforts to tally what the exhibition's constituent parts add up to, one finds, to be sure, a certain jouissance present in these paintings that approaches something like adding an Edward Hopper filter to the reality television series Vanderpump Rules or blasting yacht rock to spite your neighbors. But Walker isn't exactly Michael Haneke, so it's unclear how ironic a sensibility she truly means to embrace. The realist gaze she casts onto her central protagonist can be a little too on the nose with the references it deploys to succeed completely as a joke, and too abbreviated in its range of tropes to be accepted as an elaborately coded critique of bourgeois femininity. (One possible exception is Fishing, in which the intrusion of a balding pool cleaner--whose body is angled toward a seemingly indifferent, imperiously floating pageant queen--might be read as an attempt at class commentary, but with no discernible follow-through.) While the uncertain middle ground Walker occupies may be, virtuously, neither moral nor neutral, it is perhaps stenographic in its curiosity about the private lives of other women--one that bends more toward the film character Jeanne Dielman than Real Housewives in its insistence on the unbearable melancholy of white, suburban tedium.
Caption: Caroline Walker, Adrift, 2017, oil on linen, 31 1/2 x 23 5/8".
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|Date:||Mar 1, 2018|
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