al things considered — when i post my masterpiece #1224
first posted in facebook october 14, 2023
reggie burrows hodges -- "bathers and the cleansed: pearl" (2021)
"i start with a black ground [as a way] of dealing with blackness’s totality. i'm painting an environment in which the figures emerge from negative space" … reggie burrows hodges
"using matte-black paint to render the backgrounds of his canvases, as well as the bodies and faces of his figures, this black american painter makes ingenious use of so-called negative space as both a metaphor for hegemonic white culture and an expression of memory’s blur" … johanna fateman
"in the new body of work 'bathers and the cleansed', hodges revisits the art-historical trope of a female bather and presents her in various states of activity, from a moment of respite to exiting the bathtub. while the expressive marks and layered colors appear soft, even sensual, hodges’s paintings honor the characters—washing away centuries of culturally imposed eroticism on the black female body. by doing so, the painter imbues his bathers with a quiet agency as they occupy and reclaim their histories within the domestic sphere" … portland museum of art
"figures created by hodges are made sharper, and more haunting, not because we see those things in their eyes, we see it in their bodies, their postures, the endless desire for humans not to be alone, and to connect. to that hodges adds all that wonderful blackness" … hilton als
"i wanna see it painted, painted black
black as night, black as coal
i wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
i wanna see it painted, painted, painted
painted black, yeah" … mick jagger
"i see a white tub and i want it painted black" … al janik
Whims of boudoir in the bath. A remarkable filet curtain transforms this bathroom from old-fashioned to fin-de-siecle; a vertically striped wall treatment enhances the effect.
Twenty years ago, the familiar tub bred an ample batch of omens; but now water faucets spawn no danger; each crab and octopus -- scrabbling just beyond the view, waiting for some accidental break in ritual, to strike -- is definitely gone; the authentic sea denies them and will pluck fantastic flesh down to the honest bone.
In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.