In Ordering Oblivion, Lorien Suarez-Kanerva Elevates Form Into Fate

by David Gibson

Lorien Suarex-Kanerva, Wheel within a Wheel 114" (2017), acrylic, 40 x 40 inches
Lorien Suarex-Kanerva, Wheel within a Wheel 114 (2017), acrylic, 40 x 40 inches

Artifice and systems of geometric complexity artfully coexist in the paintings of Lorien Suarez-Kanerva. They are passionately endowed manifestations of a world filled with symbolic structures that press so heavily upon one another that they give birth to new generations of form. The artist’s search for universal meaning brings us into metaphysical thickets and continuums of transcendent form. The experience they engender is called Liminality, in which travelling over a threshold between radically different environments, one feels a great unease. This is the conscious mind confronting subconscious understanding. Suarez is confronting oblivion in her paintings, and in portraying the elements that comprise its infinity, she bypasses liminality to realize a dynamic grace.

Lorien Suarex-Kanerva, Elan Flow 5 (2019) Acrylic, 60 x 60 inches
Lorien Suarex-Kanerva, Elan Flow 5 (2019), acrylic, 60 x 60 inches

Suarez-Kanerva’s current retrospective, New Spiritual Abstraction, emerges not only through her own complex ministrations, but from a legacy within art history itself. Beginning with Wassily Kandinsky and continuing to the present time, there has been a strain of spiritual endeavor in art that has touched every generation. Each artist within the legacy of this spiritual endeavor has used the basic elements of composition to reach through form into meaning and beyond. When artists say “spiritual” they are in fact regarding religiosity without its attendant connection to creed. There’s a very idiosyncratic drive within each that connects these forms and gestures to a more introspective and complex perspective. What’s required is an innate ability, even a native aptitude, toward the use of form for the discernment of truth. Yet what is equally required is the willingness to continuously engage with progressively transformed models that may easily slip into new visions.

Suarez-Kanerva chooses the widest possible subject–the universe, because in choosing actual objects or real places there are always symbolic aspects or specific narratives applied to them. The universe is both a theme and a palette waiting to be portrayed. But as human beings we cannot throw off all association, all metaphor; some ideas are inherently part of our personal and collective identity. In denying symbolism, Suarez merely makes more room for it to creep in.

Lorien Suarex-Kanerva, Wheel within a Wheel 69 (2009) Watercolor and gouache, 12 x 9 inches
Lorien Suarex-Kanerva, Wheel within a Wheel 69 (2009), watercolor and gouache, 12 x 9 inches

There’s a patchwork quality the Wheel Within A Wheel works that suggests a communal strategizing for construction, like that of an Exquisite Corpse. The combination of so many different mediums resulting in an image that seems inherently unfinished. It’s important to collect all these types of imagery into one composition to show the complexity of perception. The imperfect image is proof that knowledge is only as finite as the quality of encounter possible in our own overt evolutionary state. Not every area of the image needs to be filled in. There must be some room left for changes in the future.

Her Elan Flow series depicts from its very first image, the forces at work that invisibly shape recognizable matter in the universe, identify waves of gravity and other radiation flowing like eddies and tides from one planet to another. They are painted not as spheres but as flat spherical forms resembling targets. Placed in close proximity to one another, a view of an overt multiplicity, they become a tapestry of undulating forces. As Suarez-Kanerva moves from one painting to the next in this series, she alters the forms minutely so that we can perceive the formal changes as if they were interstellar gradations in the growth of a galaxy, like a cosmic petri dish. This is the quantum character of transformative material growth, which happens equally at the grandest and the most infinitesimal scale simultaneously. Suarez-Kanerva’s engagement with the forces at play beyond everyday human life, viewable only via a Hubble telescope, or through evidence taken down by a deep space satellite like Voyager, whose travels dwarf understanding, and can only relay images in modes of transfer now decades old.

Lorien Suarex-Kanerva, Wheel within a Wheel 15 (2003), watercolor, 29 x 18 inches
Lorien Suarex-Kanerva, Wheel within a Wheel 15 (2003), watercolor, 29 x 18 inches

In her Wheel Within A Wheel series, we are presented with a progressively developed series of images that likewise countenance the intimate details of cosmic or chemical interactions that hidebound to the very essential aspects of life itself. Suarez-Kanerva’s attempts to revisit and reclaim the pictorial authority she began in the Elan Flow series. But instead of attempting to capture the forms of space, she actualizes the complexity and dynamism of interacting psychological spheres at the outset. The types of depiction range more broadly and are contingent not of idealised forms finding their place in the depths of space, but metaphysical reckonings that take into account the very fabric of reality, its density and its detailed temperament, and allows us to peer into the layers themselves. Suarez-Kanerva’s search for meaning has led her through various versions of a focused objective: to manifest the immense forces that exist in the greater universe beyond earth, of which our planet likewise partakes. Wheel Within A Wheel suggests an infinite order arranged around a cyclical progression, driving immense forces. Yet what is collectively expressed in the greater variety of these works are many diverse and divergent strains of life, all coexisting within the multiversal context of existence, inherently cooperative in the play between complex models ostensibly realized.

Lorien Suarex-Kanerva, Wheel within a Wheel 47 (2007) Watercolor and gouache on Arches hot press paper,
62 x 45 inches
Lorien Suarex-Kanerva, Wheel within a Wheel 47 (2007), watercolor and gouache on Arches hot press paper,
62 x 45 inches

The spiritual aspect of Suarez-Kanerva’s aesthetic is not merely a theme, it is an organizational and moral imperative. Art in her hands connects the viewer to their essential humanism–the aptitude and potential for the expressive realization of belief. The artist’s compulsion to depict nature beyond the sphere of shared experience invites our imagination to cross over liminal pathways into new worlds. The future beckons us from other planes of existence, of which Suarez-Kanerva allows a mere glimpse as she unlocks the doors of perception. Her forms are exemplary choices in the game of ultimate fate. She shines a light through the keyhole, illuminating the path forward. Beauty and knowledge await us in the great beyond.

Visionary Geometry at The Phillips Museum of Museum of Art in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, January 20-April 23, 2026

33 New York Artists at Gallery Onetwentyeight

by Chunbum Park

Himeka Murai - “After Slope (LES)” (2025), Mixed media with discarded slope from gallery onetwentyeight, 24 x 14 x 3.5 inches
Himeka Murai, “After Slope (LES)” (2025), mixed media with discarded slope from gallery onetwentyeight, 24 x 14 x 3.5 inches

Thirty-three painters and sculptors from New York gather for an eclectic group exhibition at Gallery Onetwentyeight to have a genuine conversation about what constitutes truth and sincerity in the form of art in our post-truth era.

What is real? What is art? What is real and truthful about an artistic vision or visual style, if it can be mimicked by data-harvesting and analyzing artificial intelligence? Who is an artist, if machines can outdo humans in their own invention of critical thinking and authentic imagery?

Does truth exist as a great virtue and a guiding principle for humanity, if it can be easily mimicked and distorted for sinister aims via fake news and AI-generated content?

It is the human capacity for emotion and feeling that sets apart the likes of the artists featured in this exhibit, from the common antithesis in the future, which would be an advanced, general AI. No matter how smart the general intelligence would be, and regardless of how efficiently it would measure, calculate, and connect, it would not be able to feel and experience as the observer and actor with a consciousness and a soul. The machine would be able to map out the relationships between the signifier and the signified, but it would not be able to feel and experience what is being signified.

Himeka Murai makes a highly experimental and hybrid sculpture titled, “After Slope (LES)” (2025), that incorporates a site-specific found object – the discarded slope from Gallery Onetwentyeight itself. It is a noble effort to pay tribute to the lessons of Eva Hesse’s mixed media and sculptural pieces working within a post minimalist and feminist language or framework. The Japanese American artist transforms the post modern language into one of poetic sincerity, honest record and memory, nostalgic affection, and discovery. Transparent photo prints of Gallery Onetwentyeight and the rundown scenes of the surrounding neighborhood tape to the various locations and landmarks of the piece. The rectangular form attaches to the wall by means of hinges and can open like a door, similar to previous, older paintings by Jan Dickey (Murai’s partner).

The work simultaneously invites the viewer and recollects the fact that the artist has existed in this space, that the artist made her mark here. The work gently proclaims her presence and allows the traces of her voice felt through her vision by the viewers through the intermediary that is the artwork. The work is the outcome of a gatherer collecting bits and pieces of objects that signify both existence and memory. It is a form of re-collection, in which the past (of memory), the present (of the existence in the now), and the future (in the form of dialogue with people who will come after us) coincide in the same object.

Dasha Bazanova - “Carpet” (2025), ceramic, 9 x 17 x 16 inches
Dasha Bazanova, “Carpet” (2025), ceramic, 9 x 17 x 16 inches

Dasha Bazanova, a Russian American sculptor, exhibits her breakthrough piece titled, “Carpet” (2025), depicting a puppy situated on a carpet alongside two pokeballs and a dead chicken android. The work is a continuation of her previous works that depicted sculptural portraits of animal characters with a wonky twist, like her depiction of a goat with disorienting, bulging eyes. But the content of this particular work operates on an entirely different level of metaphor, psychology, and imagery. In this work, Bazanova no longer simply describes within the format of a portrait; she now makes strong commentaries and asks questions that bridge the knowns and the unknowns. In this work, the artist’s gestures feel profound, and her vision, iconic.

The dog is not an ordinary dog, but it is a character with a readable personality or psychology, transformed by the cartoonistic style or iconographic language that carries the vector of furryness, juvenile innocence, and cuteness (something like kawaii culture in Japan but the American version of it). The chicken is a hilariously and comically conceived dead object that is simultaneously alive, like an oxymoron.

Why are there pokeballs thrown on the carpet? Did the dog and the chicken come from the pokeballs? Are the creatures actually something like pokemon, which can be captured or tamed from the wild and summoned to perform tasks at will?

What is the nature of pets, which become objects of love, care, and affection, and what is the nature of food, like chicken, who go through slaughter houses and we think nothing of this tacitly orchestrated holocaust of animals? What are we to judge the level of consciousness of other animals, who has a soul and who doesn’t, and which animals get to live (and which must die)? What will an all-powerful machine like the Terminator do with this kind of precedent set by us humans? What is the artist even saying if she is not a vegan herself?

Sarah Belleview, “Self Portrait as Witch,” acrylic, beads, oil on canvas, 22 x 28 inches
Sarah Belleview, “Self Portrait as Witch,” acrylic, beads, oil on canvas, 22 x 28 inches

Sarah Belleview’s “Self Portrait as a Witch” (year unknown) is fictional, highly fantasized portrait painting of the artist herself also rendered in a semi-cartoonistic style, similar to the ones found in a board game or an illustrated children’s storybook. The portrait is very vulnerable and sensitive yet also genuine and authentic not only because the artist is depicted as a nude and riding a big broomstick, but also the cartoonistic style contains a great deal of human fragility and conflicting emotions. It is very hard to discern if the figure’s smile is in pure delight or sad defeat because a strong form of sadness is imbued in the smile, and the figure is so full of imperfections, embracing her flawed human self, that she requires protection of all those who see her sight in the night sky, rather than condemnation as a witch. This is the question of whether to protect someone for their flaws or differences, or to condemn, ridicule, and alienate them. The artist, who proudly identifies as a magical witch, similarly asks, fight or flight? The artist is brave to accept her vulnerability and her difference, and she is also brave to fight and flight for different reasons. Oppositely, the cowards would fight, and those spineless bullies would also take flight, for the same reason that they are immature and weak, unable to accept individual differences and uniqueness.

In a post-truth era, truth still matters. In a world soon to be dominated and designed by machines, the human is still the center for many of us, not because of power but due to our colors and flawed nature, which furnish us with the choice to be strong and the power to understand our own free will. Art is a humanistic endeavor, after all. When we feel and think, we live. When we strive for truth and justice, we prevail, and humanity makes progress.

The Artists: Mother Pigeon, Carol Diamond, Sarah Fuhrman, Felix Morelo, Lane Twitchell, Tyrome Tripoli, Michelle Rosenberg, Rachel Yanku, Carmen Cicero, Rosabel Ferber, Frank Olt, Rosie Lopeman, Dasha Bazanova, Noelle Velez, Keisha Prioleau-Martin, James Prez, Kerry Law, Marcus Glitteris, Ryan Dawalt, Dean Cerone, Himeka Murai, Charlotte Bravin Lee, Luke Atkinson, Candice Spry, Miriam Carothers, Joy Curtis, Mike Olin, Jeanne Tremel, Isabelle Schneider, Nancy Elsamanoudi, Roberta Fineberg, FA-Q, Zak Vreeland

Maya Perry: Wanting to Get Out of Bed and Run Like a Wolf

by Chunbum Park

Installation view of Maya Perry’s “The Moon Takes Shape of an Outsider's Light” at RAINRAIN
Installation view of Maya Perry’s The Moon Takes Shape of an Outsider’s Light at RAINRAIN

Maya Perry’s solo exhibition at RAINRAIN, “The Moon Takes Shape of an Outsider’s Light,” is a transformation and trans-configuration of the artist’s hidden psyche as her animal spirit, the brave wolf. The show engages the viewers as if they are reading a story book with pictures. The pictures are carefully put together in a lyrical fashion, as if the artist thought about the choice of words (or imagery) for an extended period of time. The images never fully furnish the audience with straight-forward answers.

Is Perry a brave wolf? Are we brave as wolves, or are we timid and submissive like dogs? The works in the show throw the question out there – whether both the audience and the artist have the guts and the strength to take on the role of vulnerability that exploring the question fully entails.

What is the distinction between a wolf and a dog? How can the artist provide markers identifying the differences between the untamed voice of the wild and the domesticated pet?

Maya Perry - “The rhythm of the heart that runs” (2025)
Watercolor on paper, child's bed, 24.5 x 53 x 29.5 in (62.23 x 134.62 x 74.93 cm)
Maya Perry – The rhythm of the heart that runs (2025), watercolor on paper, child’s bed, 24.5 x 53 x 29.5 inches (62.23 x 134.62 x 74.93 cm)

Looking at works such as, “The rhythm of the heart that runs” (2025), we see the artist begin the inquiry from the reclining position of weakness, on the bed. The sculptural installation piece consists of a wooden crib for babies with a running wolf and a dead pigeon juxtaposed with one over the other, flanked by large paper cutouts representing moths (or perhaps butterflies).

This central motif of the bed is an important part of the artist’s conversation with the self and the world. Feeling weakness and defeat, perhaps in the studio, the artist becomes contained in bed. While lying down, the artist becomes a dreamer who hopes to run in the wild triumphantly and freely like the wolves.

The decision… to become a wolf or a dog… is akin to the same set of decisions made on the picture plane of the canvas with a brush and paint. What makes a painting truly brave? What leads to a successful painting without compromises and driven by tenacity? What makes a strong painter?

Without masquerading as the wolf, Perry becomes the wolf… by the pure act of throwing the question out there for everyone to see and observe. What is a predator? What is prey?

The two are inextricably intertwined because the predator pretends to be the superior part of the equation in relation to the prey, but, to be the predator, one must become the prey by acknowledging the weaknesses.

The yin and yang of the universe are interconnected and cannot be separated from one another. Without the shadow, there is no light. And dark colors absorb more light internally, while bright colors absorb less light.

The artist narrates her journey of growth and transformation while in bed and dreaming of the other possibilities.

The difference between a wolf and a dog is akin to the question of what is authentic painting and what is illustrational in opposition to painting.

Or rather, the artist questions this hierarchy that believes painting to be superior to illustration, and asks if she is the dog and not the brave wolf because her painting style is semi-illustrational in nature.

In this moment, the power relations flip, and the artist reverses the superiority of painting into a more egalitarian philosophy in which painting sits as one of many different modes of expression. Perhaps the belief that we all had placed in painting was misguided. What is painting? What is illustration? And why must they be in opposition to one another? Within this world view, Perry’s painting is reborn as a hybrid style that borrows from both modern painting and contemporary illustrational styles and motifs.

Maya Perry - Out in the distance there is a howl that breaks all doors (2025), watercolor on paper, 58 x 48 inches (147.3 x 121.9 cm)
Maya Perry – Out in the distance there is a howl that breaks all doors (2025), watercolor on paper, 58 x 48 inches (147.3 x 121.9 cm)

When we take observance of works such as “Out in the distance there is a howl that breaks all doors” (2025), we cannot be so sure if the depiction of a wolf can be considered traditional painting or illustration. Most likely, this question is moot and outdated, since artists are required to push the boundaries for their field, similar to scientists or engineers. Why must we think in the same way and expect the same results, fixing ourselves to preconceived notions? In this work, the illustrational need or desire to push the colors and forms into greater definition, away from an ambiguous state (which permits greater depths for open interpretation), is repeatedly interrupted. Perry instead breaks up the high level of detail and “perfection” with a touch of painterly strokes and colors. It is as if pop culture entered the vocabulary of fine art through pop art. It is as if matters of illustration and animation entered the collective psyche of the world, so that it would no longer make sense to produce paintings purely in the traditional sense… to capture the essence of the subject. Perhaps the surface is the subject, and the core was not as important as we had thought it was. Or perhaps the core can be contained within the surface. Perhaps.

Perry’s painting does not sit entirely on the surface. While appearing to be essentially illustrational at first glance, her work involves all the nuances of a painterly painting. The looseness of the strokes and the act of letting go (of control) in order to gain another voice (possibly a deeper grasp of the unknown or thought arising from ambiguity and abstraction) all point to Perry’s strong background in painting. Perry’s work is hybrid in nature, so it is difficult to call it purely one thing or the other.

Maya Perry - “The hybrid between a wolf, dog and human” (2025)
Watercolor on paper and oil on glass, stop-motion animation, 3 min 4 sec
Maya Perry – The hybrid between a wolf, dog and human (2025)
Watercolor on paper and oil on glass, stop-motion animation, 3 min 4 sec

In Perry’s “The hybrid between a wolf, dog and human” (2025), which is a stop-motion animation utilizing oil paint and watercolor, we see the final logic of Perry’s train of thought and visual exploration. A painting that moves. A painting that changes in sequence over time. A painting with many layers that can be experienced as a moving memory and not a frozen fragment of it, frozen in time.

Perry becomes the underdog in order to become the wolf in the end. Here we are reminded of a song by Cloud Cult, “No Hell,” which goes, “I saw your soul without the skin attached, and you’ve got the guts of a coyote pack.”

Painting is a continual struggle with the self. To be or not to be, that is the question. To be the wolf, to be a strong painter, requires honesty with one’s own vulnerability, sensitivity, and imperfections. Power, excellence, and success on the canvas are not so straightforward. To gain power, one must let go of power. To be excellent, one must struggle. To succeed, one must exercise the right to fail. To be a strong painter, one must be aware of one’s own weaknesses.

Perry’s painting is informed by a hybrid language that excavates deeper meaning from the surface, like enjoying cakes dug from the peel of an orange, but imagine that the peel has all the savory juice and nutrients (and the seed is inedible). This is the trans-configuration of painting, which applies painterly language to its forms based on an ultra modern, illustrational style and motif, without becoming purely an illustration.

This is the fine line that Perry chooses to walk in order to push the boundaries of the field, and this is the line that makes or breaks Perry’s painting, each a battle that she will engage with to grow and get stronger. This line is a place of new birth (as a young wolf) between what has been considered a dog and an old wolf, between illustration and old modes of painting.

Maya Perry: The Moon Takes Shape of an Outsider’s Light, September 3—October 11, 2025 at RAINRAIN, 110 Lafayette Street, Suite 201, New York NY 10013

Alex Cameron: Swashbuckler

by Gary Michael Dault

All the good things that can be said about a painter have been said about Alex Cameron. Which is not to say that they ought not be said again and again and again. Especially now, after his grievous and entirely unexpected death from a serious fall not far from his Toronto studio last June 17. He was seventy-eight years old.

Much will rightly be said, now and in the future, about Cameron’s pauseless exuberance, about his adventurousness: about his working as a studio assistant to the legendary Jack Bush, about his serving for over a decade as a mechanic for champion Formula 1 and 2 motorcycle racer, Miles Baldwin, about his intrepid voyaging into the wildernesses of Northern Canada and Western Canada, of India and Nepal. Fearless and dashing stuff. 

Alex Cameron, Yellow, oil on canvas, 40 x 50 inches. Courtesy the Bau-Xi Gallery, Toronto
Alex Cameron, Yellow, 2019, oil on canvas, 40 x 50 inches. Courtesy the Bau-Xi Gallery, Toronto

But while there is a lot to recount about Alex Cameron’s searching, expansive life—as an explorer in a tireless pursuit of colour and vista, form and transcendence—I just can’t bring myself to rehearse much of that bio-stuff here and now.  Others will supply all that.  For me, all I can think of right now is Alex Cameron and paint, Alex and the utter rapturousness of pigment. The Alex Cameron in my heart right now is the Alex Cameron who once explained to some interviewer that he saw his skies as “colour fields,” noting that he liked having skies in his paintings so that he could “stick stuff in them.” “Stuff” being paint.

I once began a catalogue essay for a Cameron exhibition at Toronto’s Moore Galley called (unhappily, I thought), “2001—A Paint Odyssey” (the Kubrick film had just come out), with a paragraph that I hoped simultaneously introduced and also summarized the kind of painter I felt Cameron was (and was still becoming): “Alex Cameron’s paintings,” I wrote, “are immensely, winningly genial. There is a painterly robustness about them that is remarkably infectious. And while this by no means denies them aesthetic ambition, it does mean that their seriousness lies behind and within the artist’s love of painting for its own sake. To look at a Cameron, to open yourself to one, means there is a good deal of joy to be got through before you come to the core of it—an onerous enough task in the generally repressed hedonism-wary times in which we live” (clearly nothing much has changed over the past quarter century).

Alex Cameron, Purple, 2022, oil on canvas, 30 x 30 inches. Courtesy of Bau-Xi Gallery, Toronto
Alex Cameron, Purple, 2022, oil on canvas, 30 x 30 inches. Courtesy of Bau-Xi Gallery, Toronto

The Cameron paintings I was writing about around this time (2000-2007) were usually large, airy, non-representational works which tended to be made up of painterly dots and swipes, flanges and rinds of colour, feathery sweeps of the brush over his gala surfaces, and a recourse to very hot, strident hues (plummy violets were big with Alex, I remember, and oxidized yellows and roasted tomato reds). Sometimes parts of the canvases were sprayed.  I remember being a bit discomfited, though, when The Globe & Mail titled one of my full-tilt articles about Alex (April 21, 2007) “Fauvist Fandango” (newspaper writers do not get to title their own pieces).

Alex Cameron, My Pinery, oil on canvas, 60 x 60 inches
Alex Cameron, My Pinery, 2007, oil on canvas, 60 x 60 inches

In a discussion of a big oil painting called “Gabriell’s Wings” from 2001 that I wrote about for the Moore Gallery, I noted that Alex was “A skilled landscape painter when he chose to be (his idea of a good tine is to be helicoptered into the wilderness and set down amongst the bears and beavers to paint the solitude).  Cameron,” I continued, “builds his abstractions on a firm footing of landscape-derived shapes—a bright swatch of lake-like horizontality across the bottom of a painting, above which a cheeky, serpentine wobble of pigment, an echo of a far shore, softens you up for entry into the aerial ballet taking place up in the rest of the picture.” I spoke of the “electric agitation” of his pictures. And I made admiring mention of the way Alex would smear paint onto his surfaces with his fingers or “let fly with it so that the deep space of the paintings is galvanized by infinitely small threads and hot wires of pigment—tiny, shrill utterances of hue.”

Eventually, inevitably, the Landscape-Idea shouldered its way decisively forward, informing the stream of vigorous, muscular landscape paintings that would now preoccupy him for the rest of his career.

And remarkable landscapes they always were. Alex gloried in the untouched forest and, in painting after painting, became its scribe, anthologist and, to some degree, its archivist.  This latter tendency actually used to give me pause sometimes. The fact is, Alex painted trees so vividly and convincingly they were themselves—or so I thought—beginning to encroach, as an almost documentary subject, upon the progress of his painting qua painting.   

Alex seemed to sense this himself.  And he gradually began throttling up the paintings so that the contretemps between his beloved subject (trees) and his handling of them (in daring acts of pigment) turned increasingly into a virtuoso tussle than a dutiful homage.

Which is to say that just when the paintings were on the edge of becoming too nakedly arboreal, Alex began using the trees—the forest skyline—as his armature upon which to drape and generally festoon his increasingly writhing and tumultuous attacks of pigment.  The artist’s forest increasingly became trees, not as they could be taxonomically described, but as they were felt—as purely visual objects in a scintillating visual field, as gloriously life-enhancing vectors thrusting up into the painterly light.

Alex Cameron, The Crashing Plane, 2020-2022, oil on canvas. Courtesy of the Bau-Xi Gallery
Alex Cameron, The Crashing Plane, 2020-2022, oil on canvas. Courtesy of the Bau-Xi Gallery

It strikes me that these descriptions of Alex’s excitingly lush and scrappy production of big sinewy wilderness paintings might position him, in the minds of people who didn’t know him, as a big, brawny, rather Paul Bunyan-esque figure, bestriding the waiting landscape like a colossus.  The truth is, Alex was a slight, tensile, quick and rather elfin man—with a boyish grin so infectious it was almost impossible not to see something leprechaunish in him.

While this enjoyable, mercurial joie-de-vivre was a sort of admirable constant in Alex’s life, he endured a number of distressing medical events which might well have stilled and silenced a less perpetually resilient man. I remember an afternoon in which painter David Bolduc—Alex’s best friend and mine too—and I were chatting at a Toronto coffee shop we liked called Il Gatto Nero (it was maybe 2007 or 2008) when Alex came to join us. I remember how, during one gregarious moment, he causally mentioned that he had just suffered a slight stroke which had left him with a strange floating rectangle of pure white blocking his eye—I think it was his right eye.  David and I were distressed, but Alex gave us the impression that he would simply soldier cheerfully on, seeing the world around this intrusive white spot. I can’t recall his ever mentioning it again. Then, in 2012, he suffered a much more serious stroke which left him entirely unable to use his right arm. Anyone else might have given up painting in despair. Alex being Alex, however, he simply set about learning how to paint with his left arm alone.

Not only did this would-be deprivation not appear to alter or diminish Alex’s progress as a painter, the paintings he would make from 2012 until his death this year would be the most brawny, restless, opulent and downright ecstatic of his career. His trees and lakes commingled exuberantly with his clouds and skies until each of his canvases shuddered and heaved with convulsive, painterly life. These later canvases grabbed you by the lapel and shook you until your sensibility rattled.

Look at a painting like My Dad’s Forest (2015) or the exquisite Colours (also from 2015).  Pictures like these offer—just as a technical feat—the best, most virtuoso paint-handling I’ve seen in Canadian painting for decades. Look hard at them and your eyes will never be the same.

The late Camerons are not so much landscapes as paintscapes. If the wilderness is in peril (and when is it not?), then Alex Cameron would try to brush it back to life.

 He loved to paint. And now his paintings will live for him.

Hiroyuki Hamada: New Sculpture

by Christopher Hart Chambers

This exhibition of Hiroyuki Hamada’s new sculptures comprises 11 works, both sculptures free standing and wall hanging. I hesitate to term all of the latter, “bas reliefs,” while several of the major works certainly are. And those are very similar in formulation to the free standing sculptures, although they are sans the hallmark pedestals, which stand to be part and parcel with the abstract forms they support.

Hiroyuki Hamada, #88, 2016 - 20, Painted Resin, 29 x 47 x 41"
Hiroyuki Hamada, #88, 2016 – 20, Painted Resin, 29 x 47 x 41″

The smaller wall hung pieces are more akin to bricolage painting; as folded, bent, and twisted scraps of what looks like metal or leather are affixed to flat, subtly toned, apparently wooden substrates. The larger works impart a distinctly Japanese aesthetic in their elegant, zen-like, and graceful simplicity of pure form; as such without any backing besides the wall -or they are free standing. What appear to be natural materials such as white or black ceramic tile, rusted iron, or stone are also displayed on bases of what look to be thoroughly rusted pipes. To be clear on this point: the artist considers these works painted sculptures. They are all constructed of synthetic materials. Hamada’s masterful use of trompe l’oeil surfacing is astounding. The rusty piping is in fact p v c and the aquiline shapes they support are carved insulation foam coated with painted plastreric resin. Polystyrenes have been popular with artists since at least the 1950s and 60s when Jean Dubuffet and Nikki de Saint Phalle first explored the then new found resource. The properties of these mediums allow for direct impulsive carving and so generally disregard the conventional sculptural necessity of pre constructing an armature or so to speak, skeleton within, thereby allowing the artist an unrestrained free hand in expression.

Hiroyuki Hamada, #100, 2023, Painted Resin, 38 x 63 x 26.5". Base: 35 x 46 x 26.5"
Hiroyuki Hamada, #100, 2023, Painted Resin, 38 x 63 x 26.5″, Base: 35 x 46 x 26.5″

Notably, Dubuffet topped off his monumental works with stucco while de Saint Phalle frequently embellished her works with mosaics. More recently others have crusted the artifice with epoxies, fiberglass, urethane putties, or other substances; then painted them in order to stave off degradation resulting from exposure to sunlight. These are industrial materials often used in construction, or automotive assembly, ship building; even for making surf boards. Significantly, pragmatic considerations have enabled artists to explore and discover various possibilities. These newfound materials were lightweight, comparatively inexpensive, and easily manipulated without the need of a foundry. If Hiroyuki Hamada’s works were composed of what they convincingly appear to be they would weigh more than could be lifted in this gallery’s elevator, or hung on its sheetrock walls. Yet there are laborious old school techniques which could enable his vision with a forge and kiln. Frankly, Hamada’s mastery of faux finishes over the coated, smoothed, and refined forms is so complete that I didn’t notice until he mentioned it. The illusionistic pragmatism is not what grabbed me. I was attracted to the work purely for its aesthetics – its elegance: the simple smooth forms which reference predecessors Isamu Noguchi and Jean Arp’s exigencies, amongst many functional designers, who modeled their modernist forms in traditional materials – whilst Hamada’s tasteful combinations of industrial supplies are not what they seem to be at all, presenting a fascinatingly duplicitous conundrum.

Hiroyuki Hamada, #108, 2025, Painted and pigmented Resin, 36.5 x 55 x 13"
Hiroyuki Hamada, #108, 2025, Painted and pigmented Resin, 36.5 x 55 x 13″

Hiroyuki Hamada: New Sculpture, May 6 – June 13, 2025. Bookstein Projects, 39 East 78th Street, NYC