Stumbling onto Beauty
Brad Adkins finds art in balloons—or are they sphincters?
November 26th, 2008
Dark Corners: Dan Gilsdorf/Horia Boboia | Two installations explore the spooky corridors of the creative mind.0 comments
November 12th, 2008
Q & A • Jeanine Jablonski | Economy be damned, Fourteen30’s got bold ideas for our art scene.4 comments
October 29th, 2008
The Nines | Don’t just look at local art—sleep with it.0 comments
October 22nd, 2008
Brenden Clenaghen at Pulliam Deffenbaugh | Portrait of an artist—in search of a new style.0 comments
October 15th, 2008
Juri Morioka At Butters | The New York painter transcends the prosaic.2 comments
October 1st, 2008
Bruce Conkle at Rocksbox0 comments
October 1st, 2008
Gate Closing | Why is Jennifer Gately leaving the Portland Art Museum?3 comments
September 17th, 2008
Volume at Worksound | Portland artists explore space in curator-about-town Jeff Jahn’s latest show. 0 comments
September 3rd, 2008
Ed Ruscha at the Portland Art Museum | An edgy elegy to youth from a pop art original.0 comments
August 13th, 2008
History Versus Nostalgia | Two shows offer differing takes on the swingin’ ’60s, ’70s, and ’80s.0 comments
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[October 18th, 2006] As Andy Warhol proved, banality does not equal boredom. Depictions of commonplace mass-produced objects like soup cans or Brillo pads needn't stultify the viewer, so long as there's flair in the execution and a modicum of plausibility inferable behind the artist's intent. This is a lesson that local artist Brad Adkins never learned—until, perhaps, now. One of Portland's preeminent yawn-inducers, Adkins has managed to make a name for himself through a persona and a body of work that barely register a pulse. Through affiliations with PICA, the Portland Art Museum and now PDX Gallery, he has acquired a reputation that could only be possible in an era when Duchampian regurgitation and willful inarticulateness can successfully be passed off as insight.
And yet Adkins, perhaps for the first time, has stumbled onto something important, something that by all indications he never intended to discover: beauty. Essaying photography, the artist has created stunning Chromira prints that slacken the jaw with their simplicity and luminescence. Adkins has chosen to photograph balloons—specifically, the ends of balloons that have not been blown up. Captured in extreme close-up, these circular puckers do not necessarily look like balloons. At the show's First Thursday opening, I overheard two people mistake them for unextended condoms. Two other gallery-goers said they looked "like assholes." Sphincter-like or no, it is the images' graphic simplicity, their minimalist elegance, that is so striking, along with the individuated chromatic personalities that each of the three photos emanates: One balloon is pink, another creamy white, another a striking electric blue, each floating above a flat but lustrous white background. The white piece, in particular, has the kind of grace that PDX owner and "quiet art" aficionado Jane Beebe has such an eye for. With their exquisite lighting, iconic presence and intense saturation playing off such understated backdrops, these prints could well lay the cornerstone of a whole new body of work, with inexhaustible possibilities for exploration and development. Time will tell if the works are such or are merely an anomaly.
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