White Sublime

Robert Ryman Untitiled, 1965 courtesy of nordonart.com

Both Robert Ryman’s and Agnes Martin’s art are considered abstract expressionist, although often referred to as minimalist. Both artists were in admiration of Barnet Newman and emerged into the art world in the 1960s at the same time as Robert Rauschenberg, Donald Judd, and Ad Reinhardt. Both considered painting to be about composition rather than color. And both painted with shades of white. But this is where their similarities end.

Robert Ryman’s art is an intellectualised study of process. One could say he is a painterly alchemist. His art considers balance, scale, and light. Each piece reveals a new fact of relations between his choice of material; whether using gauze, tracing paper, corrugated cardboard, steel, copper or aluminum as a surface combined with oil, gesso, acrylic or enamelac to obtain the choice white pigment. He would use varied size brushes applying heavy layers of paint or thin layers of paint. He would allow the background material to peek through or put a layer of color between the surface and the white pigment. They were not white paintings, but factual paintings where each skillfully told a story about balance, aesthetics, and process.  Only the cleanliness of white could reveal the facts clearly (and Ad Reinhardt had already laid claims to the color black).

Agnes Martin untitiled, 1989 courtesy of christies.com

Agnes Martin’s art is emotive. Her meticulous hand drawn lines and soft, smooth surfaces of slightly color tinted whites give order and tranquility to an oft times chaotic world. Her meticulous order evokes a quiet beauty. Depending on one’s perspective in viewing Martin’s 6 foot by 6 foot canvases from close inspection can be seen a particular vigorous repetition of matter that at a distance reveals a luminous atmosphere. Rather than facts, her works reveal moods or subjective thoughts.  Agnes Martin’s words illuminate her art, “The clear blue sky illustrates a different kind of happiness and the soft dark night a different kind.  There are an infinite number of different kinds of happiness.”

Their art could be compared by differing phenomenological interpretations in which Martin’s leans toward spiritual and Ryman’s towards matter. Yet, like charts with intersecting circles, they do overlap.

Agens Martin Untitled, 1975 Courtesy of diaart.org

Robert Ryman, Painting with Steel, 1978 courtesy of newyorkartworld.com

They alone do not paint with white; Kazimir Malevich before them and many others after them; such as, James Turell, Rosana Castrillo Diaz, and Tom Friedman.

James Turell, Afrum (White) 1966 courtesy of lacma.wordpress.com

James Turell’s Afrum (white) appears to be a free-floating glowing box of light in the corner of the room, but is actually an opening in the wall that is brilliantly lit from within. The experience can be exhilarating to the viewer. The illusion draws the viewer into its space as if entering another world.  His work combines a technical skill with an emotive phenomenological reaction to light and color.

Tom Friedman 1000 hours of staring, 1992-1997 courtesy of artnet.com

Tom Friedman’s 1000 hours of staring, is a white piece of paper that he spent 1000 hours staring at. This is conceptual art exemplified. Yet, it reveals the discipline, devotion, and even the work of coming to a studio day after day waiting for the creative process to surface.

Rosana Castrillo Diaz Untitled, 2007 courtesy of AnthonyMeierFineArts.com

Rosana Castrillo Diaz’s white paintings, differ from the aforementioned in that they are not a study of materials, nor an expression of what is in the mind – rather they are aesthetically precise and luminescent white paintings. The goal of her process in creating art is to work towards invisibility. The allure of her work, whether it is created from tape, paper, or paint is to almost disappear.  Catrillo Diaz’s art is a presence shadowed by its own absence.

If you are or were one who would look at a Robert Ryman or Agnes Martin, or had seen Tom Friedman’s white paper and thought this is nothing; I say, quite the contrary, there is so much there.  The viewer becomes an active part of the art with mind, imagination, and sensibility. And, actually, perhaps, this space or quiet of ‘nothing’ is the something we all need more of.  Again illustrating with Agnes Martin’s words, I will illuminate my point by quoting her, “ If you live by inspiration then you do what comes to you…The future’s a blank page…I pretend I was looking at the blank page. I used to look in my mind for the unwritten page, if my mind was empty enough I could see it…I have a clear empty mind. Then I can see when something comes into it. “ The stillness, whiteness, and silence in the images offer pause, slowness, and an increasing significance in the image-ridden over stimulating visual society of today.

I would like to acknowledge, Erasing.tumblr.com, a blog that exhibits many white art works.

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2 thoughts on “White Sublime

  1. I enjoyed your post and the images, particularly 1000 Hours of Staring. Without your explanation, I would have overlooked it and the rich story behind it. Now I wish I had a copy in my studio to remind me of the wonder of creativity and the futility of getting attached to results!
    Paradoxically, as delighted as I am with being introduced to the piece I also find it frustrating. Like much of post modern art, one needs a cipher or a docent, or a course in art history, to understand what what one is seeing. I think it sad that the world needs more beauty to inspire us, yet so much art is elitist and beyond the grasp of the rest of us. Would you agree?

    1. I will begin my reply by quoting a friend of mine, speaking on experiencing art, “…how art effects my body, my skin, my emotion, my being…I try to linger the initial experience before language creeps in.” Indeed! An object of art takes on a life of its own, where over time, contextualization, and audience participation it can take on many different perspectives. For each individual a new meaning or interpretation can develop. Always, I, as my friend articulated, will experience art before I will read about it; even so, after I have experienced art I may read a review by a critic or hear an interpretation from a friend or a comment by a curator that offers a new elucidation, and then I may revisit the art seeing something new. This, for me, is the joy of art, in all forms. I see nothing elitist in this.

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