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Dialing In to Indianapolis’ Big New Show

By Steven Rosen · April 5th, 2011 · The Big Picture

While I’ve waxed positively about Cincinnati Art Museum’s recent exhibitions and programming, I’d be guilty of hometown parochialism if I failed to mention activities at the Indianapolis Museum of Art. It seems on a fast track, under director Maxwell Anderson, to becoming a museum of consistent national significance with its Design Arts shows, its innovative 100 Acres: Virginia B. Fairbanks Art & Nature Park (which I wrote about in this column last year) and its soon-to-open Miller House in Columbus, Ind.

Meanwhile, IMA recently opened an ambitious and challenging retrospective of the southern African-American “outsider” (or self-taught) artist Thornton Dial, Hard Truths. It’s on display through Sept. 18 and is definitely worth a trip. (For more information, visit HYPERLINK "http://www.imamuseum.org/"www.imamuseum.org.)

Dial, now in his eighties, was a welder on Pullman railroad cars in his native Alabama. He also had a gift for reusing the often cast-off material (industrial and domestic) of everyday life. The results are sculpture, paintings and assemblages that — filled with fiery, rugged, impolite symbolism — address racial, political, economic and environmental injustices, disparities and ironies.

It can be tough stuff with a dark palette, literally and emotionally, but Dial developed a following in the 1990s and today is our greatest living self-taught artist. With over 70 major pieces, this is the biggest Dial show ever mounted.

I’m not a proponent of the theory that there is no important aesthetic difference between the work of self-taught and trained artists.

Really, the differences are what make “outsider” art so fascinating. But Dial’s assemblages/sculpture test the value of such imposed separations.

You can’t look at his pieces without thinking of Robert Rauschenberg’s “combines,” Ed Kienholz’s room-sized assemblages or Robert Colescott’s wild, disorderly paintings about race relations. I think of Kienholz especially, since his work was fueled with criticism of the American way of life.

If there’s one piece de resistance in the Dial show (and there are several candidates), it would be the 2005 floor sculpture “Everybody’s Welcome in Peckerwood City.” Is there a work of art that better expresses our housing meltdown and the lies about the attainability of the American Dream? Dial uses a doormat, cardboard, wood doors, steel, tin, a bed frame, wire fencing, cloth, wood, a towel, enamel, spray paint — I think there’s a tree trunk in there, too.

With Dial’s artistic eccentricities intact, one side is a fairly benign vision of the fa�ade of a house, but the door is painted green like money and looks a little punched-in. And there’s a blood-like red stain oozing out from the bottom. Greed and violence dominate below the surface.

Then you walk around to the other side and all hell has broken loose. The unpainted wood is splintered. Barbed wire covers the facade and a demonic, abstracted “woodpecker” is ready to break through that front door to get out and cause havoc.

Some of the pieces feel a little forced, shaped too determinedly to conform to the big message in their titles, like “Victory in Iraq.” And one piece, using dolls to symbolize “innocent” victims trapped inside the World Trade Center, is a bad idea.

When Dial is just out to have fun, the results can be great. One example is the wall piece “Setting the Table,” which Dial was inspired to create after seeing William Merritt Chase’s “Still Life With Watermelon” at Birmingham’s art museum. He’s impishly riffing on the conservative values of “proper” fine art, while at the same time striving to top its visual appeal with lots of lively color and forms. He uses gloves, bedding, a beaded car-seat cover, cooking utensils, artificial flowers, mismatched shoes. You could stock a Dollar Store with the contents.

That, I think, constitutes Great American Art.


CONTACT STEVEN ROSEN: srosen@citybeat.com



 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
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