Ralph Humphrey asked me about 10 times what I thought of his last show. I said something different each time he asked. My characterization of the paintings as Protestant Philip Gustons amused him the most. I think I was referring, in a short-hand fashion, to a combination of the blunt and poetic in the same painting which Guston and Humphrey’s work share. The Protestant relates to the plain American, almost Hopperesque mise-en-scène situation. But rather than the sense of something which has already happened, as in the Guston KKK paintings, or the sense that something may occur, as in Hopper, Humphrey’s paintings themselves are virtual.
I met Ralph Humphrey when I was 19, and I knew him until his death in 1990. From the beginning, Ralph’s work was individualistic. It did not adhere to the reigning dogmas but reflected his particular way of seeing. It withstood separately at a time (the late ‘60s, early ’70s—Minimalism, Greenbergian formalism) when the pressure to forge a consensus exerted enormous power in the art world. His paintings, often outward-projecting and object-like, operated in a complex way—the more they shared (invaded) the viewer’s space, the greater was the role of their illusionism. Ralph’s art never eliminated the tentative, emotive or idiosyncratic. He followed his own natural poieses: he felt his way through.
The paintings in his show in March 1990 were his last completed works. The shapes in the paintings, painted, cut and pasted on have personas, are individual, have constrained poignancy. Often in the isolation of each shape a restive bleakness is apparent.
These shapes are not figural to me yet I identify with them. Apprehending them and their fugitive movements enables me to sense my connection to a living organism which is not I, to that part of the world and perhaps even the universe which is isolated yet related to the rest, as I am. All the paintings but one from this show take their titles from SRO (Single Room Occupancy) hotels on the upper west side where Ralph had lived in the 1960s and are also, except for that one, the same titles he used for a group of his paintings in the ’60s. Great Jones, after Bill Jones, is the exception. Those hotels had long been demolished by the time Ralph titled his paintings for his 1990 show. Bill Jones was dead.
What is left of one’s past when it’s physically gone? Had all those people who had lived on the edge (of society) disappeared? Is shelter impossible? Was the significance of these transient shelters dual in that they performed a temporary task and then disappeared?
I think the paintings are about the transience of the physical world, even when it is their own substance: their object-like quality diminishes as one looks at them. More than most paintings they change as one looks at them. What had appeared as visually static and absorbent begins to oscillate; a pulsating flicker caused by a slight chromatic transposition occurs where the shapes meet the ground. As the dynamic aspect of the painting affects one’s perception, the shapes seem to dissolve. In a constant alternating interplay, seeming certainty is relinquished by the most concrete elements as the rest becomes activated, the paintings take on depth. Through color—glowing color, saturated yet crepuscular color—these paintings assert their vitality.
Through color the paintings operate simultaneously as illusionistic and inverse illusion, moving towards the viewer and returning to their own boundaries. As followed by our gaze, color acts as the amplification of our motor being. During the long gaze the material nature of these acutely scaled paintings fades almost completely as the penumbral color activates a response to depth and its limits. Not to that of the space around one but to the limits of depth within oneself through one’s body. From the painting to the eye we know it must be but it feels like it touches the inside of the body first.
When Ralph died I became conscious of everything I might have asked him and hadn’t. I had taken for granted that the ideas behind the work of the people I knew would reveal themselves over time, without my directly inquiring; there is no substitute for an understanding gained during the course of seeing work and the subsequent spontaneous attenuated exchanges which have no purpose outside of themselves. But after Ralph’s death it began to seem possible that the thoughts of the artists I knew, what those artists regarded as their motivating forces, might remain unknown to me if I didn’t ask about them specifically even though direct examination risks changing the thing examined. I am now more inclined toward the notion that an artist’s verbal communication may bring the outsider closer to the meaning of that artist’s work. Connected to this is my belief (which forms the basis for some of my questioning) that how people live—their politics, how they have accepted or rejected their own backgrounds—has an effect on the art they make.
My natural inclination is toward apprehending work sensually; toward art which is optically complex; toward art which is generous, inclusive, not worked over toward a signature style, towards artists who have more ideas than they know what to do with; towards vision, not the adjustments thereof; and an art which goes all over the place, sometimes literally.
I have resisted the Modernist authoritarian canon, which is essentially a stylistic approach requiring a compositional a priori, and its tacit insistence on oneness. I am interested in heterogeneity rather than formal unity; in allowing a painting distinctive and particular parts, permitting the varying operations of those differing parts to retain individual character and qualities. There isn’t a hierarchy within the painting. The mode of apprehension which follows is one in which the viewer puts the painting together herself. There is no agreed on “ideal” interpretation. Hierarchies in other areas have seemed equally misguided to me.
The artists I’ve questioned here are at different levels of development and exposure. During the past year and a half I have learned and borrowed from all of them. Although they communicate with varying degrees of fluidity, acuity, and success, all have a steadfast resistance to being cast into systems of speaking about their work, to jargon.
All speak about their work in ways which are reflective of their work, using words as ways of communicating about what they believe they’ve made. The realm of ideas isn’t utilized as conspicuous display, nor are concepts advanced for the sake of invidious comparison.
Though these people were familiar to me, the underlying ideas behind their work and their motivating forces for making work were frequently surprising.
Cora Cohen Why do you have geometry and painterliness in the same painting?
Craig Fisher In previous paintings it was to run them into each other, to see if I could create a gap in space or in time. Now, I’m still after that gap in time but it’s not a matter of collision or opposition.
CC Are you talking about time, or duration?
CF Time—directions do change.
CC How is time in your paintings?
CF In the sense of out-of-timeness. When you create a gap. Like Thelonious Monk time where gaps are created and the energy of the piece is carried along, even amplified through encountering the vacuum of those gaps. When you put systems together that don’t necessarily belong, the viewer has to find some other area, some other time, in order to comprehend. One must ask a different question from the beginning about the painting as a whole, or a different set of questions.
CC It sounds to me as if you’re using time metaphorically.
CF I always think of the relationship between time and what happens in a painting quite literally—probably due to an early interest in music. For me, syncopation creates a different sense of times, different dimensions operating simultaneously. I carry this over into my understanding of pictures. It becomes part of the kick of working with nonobjective elements: they are so open to different functions and different readings that they express change very well. That’s why I look back to formal field or process painting for much of my subject matter.
CC What subject matter?
CF Subject matter is the stuff of the painting—it’s what you see. Color, line, area, blops, glumps—different types of process or painterly phenomena. I try to represent these things from the vantage point of my present understanding. It has become almost impossible for me to locate the value of these representations, whether a color is beautiful or tacky, a shape interesting or off-putting. It’s funny because in the last couple of years it’s been helpful for me to work in ways I don’t completely understand and to deal with subject matter I feel ambivalent about. It’s really the processes, the sense of change, that interests me—that’s where content and meaning are, dancing around off the canvas.
CC Your work calls to mind Richter, as well as Hoffman, of course. We’ve often discussed the influence of European painting on various New York artists working now. I wonder how you would characterize that influence on yourself.
CF What I miss in a lot of European art is the sense of verve that I associate with New York Jazz and New York painting. This spirit is integral to my work and to my being.
The two things I hear most often about my painting are: “it’s all about things coming apart” and “it feels optimistic.” These terms might appear contradictory but they definitely are not; however, they do require a change in attitude, a reconsideration of the ways we look at things.
In America we tend to take what we have made as locatable, finite, of clear value. We separate internal from external, making these realms oppositional. To me this is a joke—a bad one as it produces too much hermetic art.
Process orientation, layering, and a nonhierarchical approach to subject matter are being re-examined now and these are very important issues for me. These attitudes, established here in the ’60s, have survived and gone through some strange permutations in the work of artists like Polke and Richter. Their work seems to me like an amazing realism. It’s as though they combine to form a Courbet. Their paintings offer a platform for me to view American art and culture from a distance.