Artist Painter Andrew Salgado | Contemporary Paintings
Andrew Salgado (b.1982, Regina, Canada) has situated himself as one of the eminent emerging painters in both the UK and North America. He has been listed by Saatchi as “one to invest in today” (Sept 2013), lauded by esteemed critic Edward Lucie Smith as a “dazzlingly skillful advocate” for painting, and been endorsed by Tony Godfrey (author of Phaidon’s Painting Today) as an “exciting artist with a particular vision”.
Andrew is a leading young figurative painter with over a dozen consecutive sold-out international exhibitions, including London, New York, Zagreb, Miami, Cape Town, and Basel. In 2017, Salgado was the youngest artist to ever receive a survey-exhibition at The Canadian High Commission in London, accompanied by a 300-page monograph, both entitled TEN.
He is the subject of a 2015 documentary, Storytelling, and was featured in 100 Painters of Tomorrow (Thames & Hudson, 2014). In 2015, Salgado curated The Fantasy of Representation at Beers London, including work by Francis Bacon, Gary Hume, and Hurvin Anderson, along with an impassioned manifesto for representational painting.
Andrew has received extensive press both online and in print, including GQ, The Evening Standard, The Independent, Artsy, METRO, Attitude Magazine, as well as Canada’s top two leading news-resources: The Globe and Mail and Macleans. He frequently donates to various international charities including Terrence Higgins Trust, Pride London, Stonewall, and Diversity Role Models, for which he is a patron.
Forthcoming solo exhibitions include Blue Rainbow at Angell Gallery, Toronto (Oct-Nov 2018); and a fourth solo at Beers London (autumn 2019).
Previous solo exhibitions include Dirty Linen / The Nihilist’s Alphabet, Cape Town Art Fair and Christopher Moller Cape Town (Jan-Mar 201); A Room With a View of the Ocean, Lauba Art House, (Zagreb, Croatia, June-July 2017); TEN, Gallery of the Canadian High Commission, (London 2017); The Snake, Beers London (2016); The Fool Makes a Joke at Midnight, Thierry Goldberg, New York, (2016); A Quiet Man, PULSE Miami, (2015); This Is Not The Way To Disneyland, Volta Basel, (2015); Storytelling, Beers, London (2014); Variations on A Theme, OAS, New York, (2014); Enjoy the Silence, Christopher Moller, Cape Town (2014); and his first institution-based exhibition, The Acquaintance, Art Gallery of Regina, Canada (2013).
Salgado has lived and worked in London, UK since 2008.
The Fantasy Of Representation
Essay by Andrew Salgado for an exhibition of the same name, curated by Salgado for Beers London (July – Sept 2015)
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What counts is seeing, coupled with fantasy, with imagination…
– Josef Albers
It may seem paradoxical, perhaps, that an exhibition based on the wonderment of representational painting should lead with a quote by Josef Albers – one of the most regarded and unforgiving modernists of the 20th century. However Albers, as educator, theorist, stylist, and technician, has had some of the most profound effects on the world of contemporary painting, as any other leading artist. In some instances, his breakthroughs in colour-theory, and his insistence on the importance of the eye and the subsequent cognitive processes (as it relates to our understanding of art), can be read across discipline, media, or intent.
These are not ideas beholden to abstraction, but ideas of abstraction that have bled into the other disciplines. They prove, above all, that fantasy lurks in even the most austere corners of representation. In some respects, as an artist myself, I often find myself returning to simpler ideas to find deeper complexities in my understanding (and execution) of art: ideas such as those laid out by Albers, to understand the challenges of a work, by, for instance, Francis Bacon, who is largely regarded as the greatest painter of the second half of the 20th century.
The stark, uncharacteristic and often uncompromising combinations, favoured by Albers, can assist in our understanding of the unlikely combinations in some latter-career Bacons: where those unearthly pinks, lustrous ochres, blood-deep maroons, and army-greens truly come alive.
I’m inclined to discuss the paradox of the representational artist (I imagined Albers and Bacon in a boxing ring, though I’m sure nothing could be further from the truth), which introduces a disjuncture, to which the practice of the representational artist has been challenged, by those pure abstractionists.
Today, it’s quite trendy to mutter the word ‘representational’ as some sort of pejorative term: that as representational artists, we are somehow less enlightened – clinging on to some banality of representation, as though aesthetically remiss or delayed in our artistic development, like we haven’t quite evolved into the higher realm of pure abstraction. Recently, during a studio visit I commented that for the first time in my own art practice, the ‘background’ held as much importance as the figure. My visitor asked, innocently enough: “then why do you still feel the need to paint the figure?” My response, simply enough: “Because I want to.”
When looking at the contemporary abstractionists, the representational artists are expected to get it, (we do get it – you would never believe some of the abstractionists whose work I frequently look to for inspiration) and frankly, my practice has become stronger as a result. But the contemporary abstractionists do not look to us: they are not expected to get our practice. Such is one of art’s bitter ironies. The truth is, in accepting abstraction into our vernacular, the representational painter has become ambidextrous.
We speak two languages; we are visually acrobatic: like moles in fake moustaches, infiltrating enemy headquarters, sleeping with their women, drinking their gin, but reporting back to that world of representation – often with a wink and a nod. But with our embrasure of abstraction, we have welcomed fantasy. Who knows, perhaps it is our Achilles tendon that we retain a desire to locate, anchor, inform; that paroxysm where a brushmark becomes a reference.
Truthfully, the intention of this exhibition is to showcase the work of talented painters, both emerging and established, who, I believe, are exciting representatives of the contemporary state of representational painting. An artist like Dale Adcock, for instance, straddles the line between such severe, stark abstraction, and pure imaginative figuration, so that classifying him as either seems impossible.
Sverre Bjertnes transcends the expectations of the figurative artist: both hyper-real and ‘not-at-all-real’, a stylistic schizophrenic. In discussion on the telephone with Scott Anderson’s Los Angeles representation, we both referred to him, very casually and confidently, as a representational painter, and personally, I love that duality, where his work – ostensibly completely abstract – is actually anchored in some dreamy, shape-shifting (sur)reality. I see a tree. I see eyes. I see a monster. It makes my mind work… Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…
I’m reminded of a seminal and telling essay on Cézanne by the celebrated essayist Clement Greenberg[i] in which the critic credits the influential Modernist with separating the thing or (for you art-nerds out there)referent from its painted depiction to its essence, reduced to a color, a feeling, a suggestion in planar space. Chuck Close writes something similar when he criticizes (or at least critiques) Andrew Wyeth’s remarkable Christina’s World[ii], for erroneously painting each blade of grass (I imagine him saying this with some long-held disdain for the banalities of grass), as opposed to painting the idea of the grass.
The naked eye cannot distinguish between blades, and as such, Close considers the divorce from verisimilitude as tantamount. An interesting argument, but Close is simultaneously a hyper-realist and a totally abstract painter (just look at his catalog of works).
A similar feat is made by Alexander Tinei, where superficial brushstrokes suggest a tattoo or a tribal mark, but perhaps appear from merely the artist’s whim to decorate, and though that has become such an ugly term in contemporary artspeak, I question much purely abstract art, which seems to have gone so far down the rabbit-hole that it has doubled back upon itself: entirely abstract art is often purely decorative, at times blank, (is the word pointless too accusatory?), often distancing or just too plainly hard to decipher. Is that a bad thing? Not necessarily. In fact I love abstraction.
I am often drawn more to purely abstract painting than I am to representational painting, but nobody likes to feel like the wool is being pulled over their eyes. In the best sense, it is evident that representational art is being pulled from its roots (just like grass!) and pushed into abstraction. I look at Justin Ogilvie’s Peasant paintings and think: yes! Here a mark might be an eye, but on another level, it is only a mark, the essence of a thing, always abstract, always representational, always somewhere in between. And what a beautiful thought that is! I’m reminded of the Kate Bush song where she sings about The Painter when she croons, “lines like these must be an architect’s dream”.[iii]
Above all, this exhibition is something of a celebration of painters: a series of representational painters’ painters, who illustrate the infinitesimal possibilities of imagination, as introduced by representation; its bounds, and our desire (as artists and viewers alike), to transcend, to challenge and to subvert.
And it is a vanity project, I guess, inasmuch as it allows me the opportunity, as an artist, to wear the mask of a curator, if only to momentarily present a group of artists from different eras, nations, styles, and movements, for no other reason than to celebrate their influence on (not only my own tiny practice, but) the state of representational painting today as a whole. Towards a new language of representation, where these lines are blurred, and what we are left with is not unlike a painting by Albers: a series of lines, colours, and delineations, only within the picture plane itself, to be deconstructed and reassembled as we please, limited only by the imagination of the viewer.
[1] Clement Greenberg. “Cézanne: The Gateway to Painting.” The American Mercury. 1952.[1] Chuck Close. “The Great Illusionist.” Financial Times. 2006.
[1] Kate Bush. “An Architect’s Dream.” Aerial. 2005.
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