Michael Krebber: Greene Naftali Gallery. (Reviews: New York).
Part of the difficulty posed to an American audience might be that the system of codes embedded in Krebber's practice is deeply attuned to specifically German histories of postwar painting. He studied with the painter Markus Lupertz, though after early experiments with a neo-expressionist aesthetic, the artist quickly shifted to a less seemingly anachronistic mode of painting, one that rejected the bravura brushstroke in favor of ironic manipulations of high and low sources. "Painting" requires qualification here because Krebber has reached a point in his ongoing deconstruction of the medium at which the notion of the painterly has been left behind altogether. In Flaggs (Against Nature), no paint was to be found on canvas; rather, the images came premade as bolts of check-patterned fabric and fuzzy bedspreads printed with pictures, and these had been stretched on stretchers and hung on the wall in an orderly fashion. Krebber thus makes reference to German artists such as Sigmar Polke, Rosemarie Trockel, and C osima von Bonin, who have similarly employed found and manufactured textiles that evoke burgerlich domesticiry.
As if to temper the savvy postmodernism, Teutonic tradition rears its shaggy head in the single iconic image-on-bedspread that was repeated throughout the space: a white horse prancing in the moonlight, a not-so-subtle hint at German Romanticism. Friedrich's misty nightscapes provide the ground over which hovers the animalistic energy of Durer, Marc, and Beuys. Yet for Krebber, it's all a matter of perspective. Taking his cue from Georg Baselitz, Krebber presents the negative of the image in some works as well as turning one on its head. He phrases the question that Baselitz first formulated in the '60s: Can a simple gesture reinvigorate a discipline? Krebber's own move is to reassert modernism's representation-abstraction dichotomy by sandwiching the horse pictures (given the variety of treatments, one assumes they are not store-bought) between the panels of checked fabric: Max Beckmann meets Anni Albers. The viewer doesn't have to choose one over the other but can have it both ways.
The gallery was installed in such a manner that several empty walls ended up resonating almost as strongly as the works themselves. This inserted a distinct air of iconoclasm: Images had been made to suggest the impossibility of creating more images. Individual titles such as Regarding Other People's Pain and 4 Nights of a Dreamer introduced an incongruous poetics that countered the severe minimalism of the ensemble. The "paintings" gradually revealed themselves as linguistic components in what is essentially a rhetorical debate about the continuing relevance of painting as conceptual sport. Encountering Krebber's latest work, you recognize that the game is clearly still in full swing, simultaneously exhausted and endless.
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|Date:||Jun 1, 2003|
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