October 4, 2000 - January 7, 2001
Paul Morrison’s black and white landscapes are at once both familiar and foreign: Familiar because his subjects—trees, flora, and their natural surroundings—are immediately recognizable, and foreign because he can cause a mere dandelion or weed to become cartoonishly threatening due to its immense size and lack of color. He infuses a sense of urgency, anxiety, and humor into environments that a viewer would normally consider peaceful background scenery. Morrison creates his pieces through a process that includes computer scanning and slide projection, but the finished product, naturally, is always paint on a flat surface.
About the Exhibition
By Lisa Norden
It is as if the forst oil painter had painted only trees, and the art of oil painting had subsequently been defined as the art of painting trees.
- Kenneth Tynan [July 20, 1972]1
Paul Morrison paints "only trees," and he paints them only in black-and-white. That is, he limits the contents of his paintings to trees and flora, framed by fences and hills and snippets of grass or weeds, seemingly congruous elements that he makes less plausible--by mixing up the schema, scale, and perspective--and less naturalistic, by reducing his palette to the unmediated opposition of black and white. Like many of the London-based artists of his post-Sensation generation, Morrison has chosen painting as his modus operandi. This has meant that unlike the "Young British Artists," whom he follows, he tends to be compared not with other Londoners, but wih other painters, not all so young: Patrick Caulfield, Takashi Murakami, Carl Ostendarp, Monique Prieto, Michael Raedeker, and Daid Thorpe, among others. Like Morrison, these artists have been featured in numerous international shows in the last few years and have fueled new debate on the viability of painting circa 2000. The pictures they make in the name of a new painting mix mediums and genres, and employ the exaggerations ad obvious schematic effects more typical of commercial and cartoon imagery. They differ significantly from those of an earlier pop generation, however, in which high and low were clearly opposed, and are closer to their digitazed, pixilated, virtual cousins, in which figures and forms re forever threatening to transform or dissipate.
Morrison is an active player in this arena. His paintings feature an ever-growing vocabulary of appropriated firs and willows and cartoon copses drawn from sources that range from Chip 'n Dale to Dürer to botanically correct, which he alters subtly--mixing and cropping, enlarging or reducing at will--and makes his own. Morrison also mixes compositional devices. His mismatched flora may be iewed from on high, radically foreshortened behind a baroque "repoussoir" of looming dandelion leaves; framed by a Warhollian faux-wood banister; or veiled under an agitated, hard-edge rendition of alloer ab ex gesture. Technically his graphic, silhouetted shaped and a production process that entails computer scanning and slide prjection make his medium a hybrid, yet he choses to work in paint, with brushes. More
"Nobody had talked about how they are constructed," Morrison once said to me. And he's right; the surfaces he orchestrates are highly refined--dense and luminous and gorgeously seductive. Nobody talks about the space he builds, either. Morrison manages to hold yars of seemingly uninflicted aint in tension with the perfect placement of a lonely moon or tree. Alternatively, when he covers his surfaces, as he has done in some recent paintings, with an allover thicket of lines, he makes our viewing a kind of voyeurism, as we peer through the tangle for a glimpse of the distant scene behind.
What most distinguishes Morrison's landscapes, however, is their uncanny precision. This is not simply a matter of clean lines and the absence of anything that smacks of accident; his precision is structural. Hus paintings offer none of the formal fluidity found in the work of artists such as Mrakami and Prieto, who create surfaces on which recognizable motifs morph into ambiguous abstract arabesques or threaten to explode.2
Morrison eschews such metaphoric elision: his dandelions may encroach upon his willow trees, but there's no chance that one could ever become the other. Much like the painter Jack Wesley, an artist Morrison admires tremendously, whos "Dagwood" men and "Blondie" women remain forever seperate in their tug of desire and indifference, Morrison creates botanical specimens that are once distinct an inscrutable. Every element seems not so much intentional as inevitable in its form and placement, but the apparent integration intimated by landscape and the black-and-white palette is deceptive.
The methods Morrison has worked out for himself--variations on what seems to be a rather rigid set of givens--are not untypical of his post-Sensation generation, many of whim hae opted to provoke sensations along lines suggested by the optically charged, disciplined painting of a Bridget Riley. The dilemma becomes how to move from the narrowness of optical abstraction to "somthing beyond itself," out in the world.3 Like Riley's, Morrison's art is informed significantly by other art; his paintings relate to a world outside themselves by analogy, as do hers. But his use of schematic representations, or "figures from nature," complicates the dialogue and points to other sources.
Morrison is particularly taken with the art and thinking of William Morris, the great Victorian polymath whose experiments with grids and subtly varied patterns--already apparent in such early wallpaper designs as "Daisy" and "Trellis"--seem closely related aesthetically to Morrison's work. Even more relevant are Morrison's rather startling insights to the artificial construction of nature as we know it. Morrison seems to appreciate, for example, that when Morris asserted that "any decoration is futile, when it does not remind you of something beyond itself," it was not to diparage abstraction, but rather to insist that "mere naturalism" is not in itself sufficient.4
This recognition maks sense of Morrison's curious interest in Robert Gober, whom he brings up when he talks about composition.5 When Morrison talks of Gober, he talks as a painter. He is enorously moved by the relationship Gober constructs between his perfectly placed, eigmatic "figures" and the equally enigmatic "grounds" he fashions by building rooms for them--his capacity, that is, to reconstruct not just the objects that index his life but also the settings in which those objects can be rewritten.
Limiting himself, as he does, to his cast of trees, Morrison maps out scenes in which disparate species cohabit without ever pretending to comprehend one another. (Look closely at the havoc wreaked by his dandelions as they cozy up to a fruit tree's roots or scatter their seed over unsuspecting fields.) His painted settings are fraught with anxiety yet are more utopian and less pointed in their critique than Gober's sculptural installations. Morrison's trees reveal none of the trauma embodied in Gober's refigured objects, but he is no less intent on envisioning an environment that is neither spectacular nor normatively "natural."
When the maverick British film critic Kenneth Tynan jotted the journal entry quoted at the beginning of this essay, he was bemoaning he limitations of film as he knew it, calling for a "pure cinema" modeled on cartoon or drawn and painted settings. The painterly cinema he envisioned was one in which new worlds might be conjured, one that would surpass both Disney's cartoons, hich merely affirmed the status quo, and Hollywood's reliance on the representation of "newsreel" photography or the spectacle of theater. Tynan's speculation helps to reeal just how visionary Morrison's project really is and, ironically, despite the careful brushwork, just how hybrid are his methods.
Morrison's "paintings of trees" actually began as much simpler send-ups of Disney-inspired cartoons. His efforts to reconceive painting through his elegantly de-natured landscapes have deepened and grwon more difficult, in large part because he has graduated from the Disneyesque practice of simulationg familiar worlds to something more truly imaginary, approaching Tynan's notion of pure cinema. The precision and consistency of Morrison's rendering give his unlikely compositions a deceptive, though welcome, sense of clarity. Yet for all their beauty, these are deeply unsettling paintings. Morrison's blacks and whites, and his snowy fields, make us obligated to read not painting, but nature, all over again.
Linda Norden is Barbara Lee Associate Curator of Contemporary Art at Harvard University's Fogg Art Museum. She recently invited Paul Morrison to make a three-part wall painting (Basin, 2000) for an exterior wall on Harvard's Le Corbusier-designed Carpenter Center for the Visual Arts.
1. Kenneth Tynan, "The Journals of Kenneth Tynan," New Yorker, 7 August 2000, 52.
2. This formal fluidity is often read as an ambiguity with cultural implications. See, for example, Color Me Blind! Malerei in Zeiten on Computergame und Comic, exh.cat., ed Ralf Cristofori (Cologne: Walther König, 1999).
3. See Bridget Riley: Ausgewählte Gemälde/ Selected paintings, 1961-1999, exh. cat. (Düsseldorf: Hatje Cantz, 1999), esp. 29-38, 125-29.
4. Raymond Watkinson, William Morris as Designer (New York: Reinhold, ), 48.
5. Paul Morrison, conersation with the author, April 2000.