I did go back to revisit Eric Gibbons. I know, I know, the show came down already. I tried to look beyond the characters and see just the application of the paint. But that didn’t happen. There just wasn’t enough play for me. I read other people’s reviews of the show and they seem to have gotten the same type of “life revelations” that I did. So I tried to think of some contemporary artists to compare the work to. No luck there either. For some reason, all I could think of was Dana Schutz’s Frank. Sitting here typing, Nicole Eisenman’s “Alice In Wonderland” is kinda related. But I am not satisfied with either comparison.
I guess the history of the Star Wars characters forced the paintings to become too didactic. And even though I like stories, I don’t like it when art tells me exactly what to think or just re-presenting an image. Mr. Gibbons’ paintings never came off as illustrative. Neither did they position themselves as radical explorations of the dual narratives. I must surrender to my original evaluation of NOT BAD.
I’ll tell you ’bout what I sees.