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Dan
Christensen and Ronnie Landfield Eleanor
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Taken together, the works of Dan Christensen and Ronnie Landfield suggest the multiple legacies of Color Field painting. In Christensen's paintings, a formalist sensibility seems to have been invaded by cosmic forces. Dark grounds are enlivened by white lines which suggest waves of sound or energy radiating mysterious force fields, and white marks bleed into this murky darkness or skitter over the dark ground like electron traces in a cloud chamber Sometimes the white lines ricochet in circular motions; others emanate from floating geometric forms that are pierced by flatly painted openings. Space is ambiguous in these paintings, which incorporate disparate elements from Christensen's earlier work. In several paintings, floating white disks painted in perspective lead the eye into a traditional proscenium space. Other compositions are essentially flat, with only a hint of ethereal space wafting beyond the aqueous layers of white or colored paint. Repeatedly, odd juxtapositions of solid form and bleeding line make for an uneasy balance between the concrete and the illusory, conveying the sympathetic viewer to a realm beyond ordinary experience. Dan
Christensen
Landfield, by contrast, guides us to more recognizable territory. Though fully abstract, his piled patches of pure color bring to mind rainbows, rolling hills, layers of clouds, sunsets and other natural phenomena. Contributing to the landscape associations is Landfield's frequent use of a horizon like line. In The Deluge, expanses of dark blue, red and yellow seem to crash up against each other, creating a brooding, ominous allover composition. More typical, however, are paintings like What Words Don't Say and What Gauguin Said, which are build up of luscious golds, oranges and crimsons beneath canopies of watery blue. Ronnie
Landfield
Both these artists draw on the heritage of mid-century abstraction, but the emotional resonances they achieve could not be more different. Christensen immerses us in a realm of moody mystery; Landfield is all light-filled joy. |
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