Mon 7 May 2007
Posted by tyler under Paired art review #2
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I recently viewed an independent art show by Scott E. Murray at the Fisch Haus. The show was part of an event that’s held the last Friday of every month called Final Friday. Various artists from around town get together every month to take part in a show, it’s more like a gallery crawl.  Â
Murray’s show was one of many that was his work and his work only.Â
The title of his show was Uprooted. This was made present to Gina and I right as we were walking through the door. Gina Cumberland accompanied me in viewing the show with the hopes of broadening my understanding of the art and the different techniques and materials. Once inside, the letters that spell out uprooted were carved into a huge Styrofoam block that was painted to look like a brick. Gina was quick to point out that the show was meant to be viewed in a certain order so we naturally started at the brick or the piece of Styrofoam that looked like a brick. At this point Gina looks at the title card with me, which states among other things that the piece was made out of Styrofoam. She says here something like: Wouldn’t it be cool if we didn’t know what it is made out of? To which I answered: well yeah. Without the title I probably would have tried to nudge it which would have made it fall over so it’s a good thing it had the medium listed after all. Once I listened to her about how the title and material can inform the work, I thought it would have been cool if I walked away from that piece guessing.Â
Very shortly after arriving an overall theme became present. Through the repetition of objects and colors I started to think that the artist came from a blue collar background. The detail of the construction was interesting to me as well as the materials. Trowels, the kind used for laying bricks, were all over the place. In the lobby there was a heap of glistening mortar with one sticking straight out of it. After the lobby there must have been twenty or so hanging on the wall as if they were for sale. The bright blue of the handles caught my attention. Gina pointed this out, that color is used to guide a person’s eye in certain directions.   Each trowel had a hamburger acid etched onto its face. Next, there was a set of three paintings with three trowels, one on each of them. Then on the floor a series in several rows were standing. At this point I noticed a child, around four, wanting to play with them and a mother pulling her back. Oh, I should back up and mention something other than the trowels. Just before the corn rows there was band shell and a couple playing so softly that I couldn’t hear them. The floor was painted grey like the shell to make it seem as if the couple were deep inside. In the middle of the room there were two miniature houses the first was made out of brooms and the other was made out of small pieces of wood but unlike the first the material is not what drew my attention it was what was inside. A whole bunch of green apples filled up this barren frame of a house. On the floor right below was one apple. Out of all the repeated forms we had seen to this point, none had stood out but this one did as if to say he was the bad apple. On the sides were little tiny nails driven into the little tiny wood pieces. Gina noticed these and thought
Murray was showing how hard someone was trying to keep something or someone inside the house. Next, there was a series of pictures that had small scale windows in the middle that were protruding out with a picture of bricks surrounding them. Some of the windows were open more than others. The repetition was present again here. The monotony was beginning to kill me. The last piece Gina and I looked at was another miniature house, this time out of baseball bats and baseballs. There was more to it than just those materials.  As was there was a ton of detail in almost every piece there, those were the two that stood out. There was a light in the middle illuminating the balls inside. This time there wasn’t a ball on the floor just the light within. I would have like to have gone to the bathroom there to see if it was adorned with any of his work. Â
To tell the truth I wasn’t real impressed. I guess I didn’t get it. The repetition I didn’t get. I didn’t take the time to think about why he was using the same image or object over and over again until now.   I should have realized what he was trying to convey. Gina had point it out but I hadn’t really thought about it. To me
Murray was trying to say that his whole life he was raised to think a certain way. Over and over the ideals of a brick layer, of a simple and modest life were driven home.Â
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