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Jimi Gleason @ Toomey Tourell

“Diffuser”, 2011, silver deposit, acrylic on canvas, 14 x 11”

Bring sunglasses if you plan on visiting Jimi Gleason’s Silver Deposit Paintings.  It’s the closest thing to bling you’re likely to see identified as painting. Coming from an artist of lesser stature I’d probably squint and move on. But from Gleason, a post-minimalist, light-space influenced innovator, these "paintings" merit a long hard look.  There is nothing facile about them.

Gleason pours molten silver across acrylic-coated canvas, and then, somehow, without immolating his canvases, he etches the metal with acid, creating formations that recall geologic and human activity. Flooding, fossilization, lava flows, urban grids and mechanized imprints come immediately to mind. While some of these features are obvious, others, because of the extreme reflectivity, are not. The pictures behave like anamorphic objects; meaning, you must move around them a bit to catch the nuances. Each step reveals new information – information that just as quickly becomes obscured by the glare of ricocheting light.
Overall, these primordial looking paintings feel a bit like what Alberto Burri might have come up with had he been a metallurgist. The link, in particular to Burri’s Combustione series, comesthrough strongest in the places where Gleason pours acid on congealed metal to reveal the underlying pigment. It appears, alternately, as blackened craters and, in other places, as black and sometimes gilded lines that accentuate the weave of the fabric itself.  (Other obvious touchstones for these works are Robert Rauschenberg’s gold paintings from the early and mid 1950s.) Other artifacts of Gleason’s process include tufts of metal that protrude off the surface and sometimes dangle provocatively from the edges. The most prominent features are imprints of tank-tread and scallop-shaped starburst forms on molten metal. Multiplied layer upon layer, they pile up in messy agglomerations, creating the sense of an otherworldly landscape — of oily lakes, silvery mountains and deep fault lines seen from a high altitude.  
Gleason is certainly no stranger to excess. Earlier this year, in a show at Samuel Freeman Gallery in Santa Monica, the artist showed candy-colored works where the pigment appeared to have been teased to a high froth. Here, Gleason continues the practice, substituting molten metal for paint to probe the outer reaches of biomorphicism and chance. 
“Untitled”, 2011, silver deposit, acrylic on canvas, 12 x 9”
While several of the paintings in this show seem underworked and too similar to one another, overall, the majority of the 14 works stand out as unique, self-contained universes. H (1142), the largest at 44 x 39 inches, is a triptych comprised of swirling, colliding currents of solidified silver. Its graceful lines, in contrast to everything else in the show, appear to have coalesced as a received whole, as if the molten metal was swabbed by a pirouetting dancer. It feels like a transitional link, from the color-field paintings he did during the past decade.
Other works in the show, Apex and Diamond DeLap, look backward to the modernist practice of grid-structured composition. Only here, it’s the scorched and metal-stained weave of the canvas itself that defines the grid.  The feeling is decidedly post-apocalyptic, and the setting is definitely urban, and the specific locale, if there is one, seems to be the LA basin, rendered as a charred flat expanse punctuated by jagged topography, the remains of a firestorm.
Elegant and tacky, superficial and superficially deep, Silver Deposit Paintings attracts and repels with equal force. Gleason’s technique dazzles if for no other reason than its derring-do which, by itself, warrants a salute. Abstract painting too often seems hemmed in by its past. Gleason, while tethered to that past, always strives to transcend it, and in this outing he nearly succeeds.
Jimi Gleason, “Silver Deposit Paintings” @ Toomey Tourell Gallery through September 30, 2011.
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David M. Roth is the editor and publisher of Squarecylinder.

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3 Responses to “Jimi Gleason @ Toomey Tourell”

  1. Trish says:

    I am not a collector or a critic but I do like to look at art. Maybe I was a trout in another life, but I really like these paintings. I think all the talk about the post apocalyptic ya da ya da ya da is meaningless if the works don’t hold your attention.
    Well known or not, break through or not, I like this stuff.

  2. David Roth says:


    You have called me out on a statement that would have been better left unsaid or, if said, stated differently. I well understand the frustration of artists struggling to break through. While it’s true that those who have more tend to get more, it’s because our brains are wired to seek quality in those who’ve already delivered it. It’s one of those sad facts of life that we as critics strive to overcome.

  3. Dave says:

    I found the first paragraph of your review rather interesting.

    I quote:
    “Coming from an artist of lesser stature I’d probably squint and move on. But from Gleason, a post-minimalist, light-space influenced innovator, these “paintings” merit a long hard look. There is nothing facile about them.”

    Are you suggesting that you only consider the work of value due to the reputation of the artist who created it? If the exact same work was created by “an artist of lesser stature” would it somehow be different?
    Is the quality of a piece of art contained within itself or is it based on the name of the artist? I’d prefer to think that a “lesser” artist could create something that outstripped his or her reputation as well as a more established artist create work that was less innovative than earlier pieces.

    It is hard for less known artists to raise their profiles due to a system that seems to prefer quality names to quality work.


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