This post is presented on the occasion of the exhibition “In Your Arms I’m Radiant: Chie Fueki and Joshua Marsh” at the Shoshana Wayne Gallery in Los Angeles. This is the gallery’s third and final of a series of exhibitions titled “In Your Arms I’m Radiant” featuring the work of artist couples. The show runs from March 4 though April 15, 2023.
It is easy to be overwhelmed by Joshua Marsh’s sixteen drawings and nine paintings on exhibit at the Shoshana Wayne Gallery in Los Angeles. That is because within each of these artworks one encounters a significant profusion of what I would characterize as “visual moments.” The multiplier effect is significant. Thus the considerable challenge I face trying to shepherd this abundant and wide-ranging imagery toward some overarching narrative that might reveal, if I’m really on my game, a modified theory of everything.
But, as it turns out, there is a overarching narrative on offer, at least a through line and a very intriguing one at that. I think it is fair to say that these drawings and paintings, as evoked by the titles, are in playful dialog with Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s classic two-part tragedy, Faust. Briefly, Faust, and avid seeker of knowledge, is lured by Mephistopheles to accept his assistance on earth for the potential price of serving him in hell if and when Faust should fail in his wager: From Goethe’s pen:
If ever to the moment I shall say:
Beautiful moment, do not pass away!
Then you may forge your chains to bind me,
Then let them hear my death-knell toll,
Then from your labors you'll be free,
The clock may stop, the clock-hands fall,
And time come to an end for me!
(Translation by David Luke, Oxford University Press, 1987)
Certainly the Faust tragedy proves an indispensable trail guide to navigate and to better fathom these drawings and paintings. However, my focus is less directed on the “what” of these artworks and more on the “how.” I am betting that the key to a better grasp of these enigmatic works and of what makes them so enthralling lies in appreciating the demands they place on our perception. More crucially, I want to examine how these ensembles of images unfold and transform before the viewer. My reason for describing the constituent figures and forms as “image moments” is to redirect their status as static “objects” toward their critical role as stages on our pathways of discovery. My aim is to show how these artworks mobilize our attention to wind its way from here to there while fabricating provisional coherences on the fly.
To engage deeply with these artworks is to entertain any number of transformations taking place. To be clear, I am not suggesting that any particular visual element literally transforms into something else before your eyes—not exactly a metamorphosis. When you see that pipe in Earth Spirit (Frosty), it stays looking like a pipe long after you’ve moved on. Rather, the transformations I am evoking are precipitated by the viewers’ interactions as they perceive their way among the dense arrays of objects, bodies, places, and spaces. Obviously the specific images are static, but to the roving eye of the viewer, their interrelationships are ceaselessly reconfigured.
As my central focus is on transformations, it is instructive to point out that the original Johann Georg Faust of the German legend was supposedly an “itinerant alchemist,” a seeker of material transformations of base matter into gold. As well, Goethe’s tale fully launches with the transformation of, of all things, a stray poodle into Mephistopheles!
Something About Focus
The transformative qualities of Marsh’s artworks are enabled in part by the their formal dispositions and, more specifically, by the the inventive ways they manage our focus. Mostly this takes place through the deft manipulation of the edges of the forms along with their dark/light contrasts. These qualities are critical in determining how much each object or zone is distinguished from the others and indispensable to our ability to navigate these highly complex and spatially ambiguous scenes.
I will turn now to just one his drawings to illustrate what I mean. However, before proceeding, I need to confess my overwhelming temptation to insert the word “seeming” before almost everything I am about to describe. It is hard to avoid, as the infusion of so much “seemingness” is a critical feature of the Marshian universe. Looking at Peneus I behold what seems to be a landscape loosely framed by a line of boulders strung out along the periphery of the lower half; they function here like an upside down proscenium directing my attention toward a much deeper space beyond. Most of these gently rounded forms lie on the “sharper” end of the “edge spectrum” which, along with their notable dark/light contrast, renders them as discrete objects relative to the rest of the scene.
Looking past the boulders, I behold a sylvan scene resplendent with varied vegetation, perhaps a winding stream and waterfall, and, to my eye, a whole lot of “stuff” that is largely indeterminable—neither this nor that, yet on the verge of something I should recognize. Subtly nested among all this, I think I see standing figures in a couple places and perhaps even a dark skull resting on what might or might not be one of the boulders? I can only assume that I have skipped over yet other “image moments” embedded somewhere along my saccadic path. My powers of perception are sorely tested before such an exceptionally dense and crowded scene. The combined effect of so many spongy, diaphanous borders along with minimal focal hierarchy frees my gaze to enter at any number of locations and, once in, free to roam about. Moreover, my eye rarely alights for long on any single item, as one form seems to effortlessly transition into another. And not only the forms and objects slipping and sliding into each other, but the pictorial space itself is similarly ambiguous. Rather than a unified, enveloping container, I meander through a warren of shifting pockets of space, often indistinguishable from the objects they putatively contain. No matter how hard I try to lock down any specific “pocket” it manages, like the mythical Proteus, to elude my grasp. Everything about this scene just acts differently than conventional landscapes. Rather than affording a single, coalescing gestalt, it offers instead a theater of perceptual transformations.
At this juncture I want to acknowledge other important facets of Marsh’s work that I feel contribute to its allure. One has to do with the iconographical meanings of the imagery and how they resonate (I believe a more apt term than illustrate) with the Faust story. And there are those varied color spaces that swing from one painting to the next (even within a single painting), from high-key, “chemical” colors to more earthy, “baroque” palettes (see Earth Spirit (Frosty). I could also focus on what I would describe as the “liquid circuitries” that wend throughout many of his pieces, sometimes manifesting as waterways and in others as concatenations of tubes and vials—all pictorial devices of flow and interconnections (see Homunculus below). All this and more, but alas, these must await further examination at another time.
Something About Categories
I want to turn to an especially intriguing feature that, as much as anything, challenges the way we engage and make sense of these artworks. I am fascinated by the way they blur conventional categorical distinctions. Whereas my observations so far have focused on perceptual sleights of hand, here I am entertaining their conceptual counterpart. Briefly, categories (at least these sorts) are cultural carve-outs of reality that for good or for bad, implicitly or explicitly, underpin how we conceptually grasp and organize pretty much everything including artworks.
With Marsh’s drawings and paintings we encounter a mash-up of two long-standing art categories, landscape and still life. Another art lingo term for these is genres. Each of these genres is ladened with their tacit “laws” governing how objects should inhabit their virtual spaces. Of course I am generalizing, but for the most part each of these genres organize their pictorial space differently. The deep space of the classical landscape is typically structured in accordance with a foreground, middle-ground, and background triad where the profusion of forms and surfaces work in concert to guide the viewer’s eye throughout the scene. On the other hand, the conventional still life presents a much shallower space affording and encouraging close inspection of discrete objects. Thus the viewer’s job description varies considerably depending on the genre.
Many of the Marsh’s scenes display what I would describe as categorical blends of these two genres. Again and again we observe objects arranged in what, at first blush, suggest a still life setting only to see, upon closer inspection, these same elements participating in a fantastical landscape.
Homunculus presents to our view variously shaped and sized vials, flasks, and tubes distributed across much of the painting—not the stuff of classical still life but, nonetheless, discrete objects arrayed for our inspection. Upon first glance in the lower half it is easy to presume many of these are situated on an actual or implied geometric plane—not exactly a continuous tabletop but nevertheless functioning in a similar manner.
This allusive grounding plane is initially signaled by the two drawers at the bottom whose upward facing planes suggest a much broader, notional plane receding further back into the image space. Above the left drawer we see what appears to be a continuation of that plane (albeit with a slightly changed slant) manifested by that brightly lit form with its sharply defined, undulating left edge. It is hard not to perceive this as a virtual tabletop supporting those two vessels and what seems like a cast shadow. And due to a perceptual mechanism known as “filling in,” this floating plane seems to extend rightward across the image, similarly grounding other objects, including the tall, dark blue vessel.
Not surprising, as a landscape, this painting is anything but conventional, which I believe is precisely the point. And yet there are present here just enough spatial cues to underpin the spatial logic of landscape. Even without a continuous, receding ground, it is hard not to to perceive these forms loosely situated according to foreground, middle-ground, and background registers. Partly this is effected by the use of diminution where, with some exceptions, larger and more prominent forms occupy the bottom zones (a.k.a. foreground) and smaller less defined forms hover toward the top (background). However, I feel that it is the overall atmospherics—the combined effects of light and space—that sets my gaze wandering throughout this oddly delightful and ominous landscape teeming with objects, events, and sightlines.
At the risk of belaboring the point, I want briefly to point out yet another categorical blend occurring in a few of these works, namely the juxtaposition of two fundamentally different pictorial “styles.” Throughout the drawings and paintings Marsh deploys his considerable rendering skills in the service of exacting mimesis of specific elements only to seamlessly transition to what I would describe as a stylized cartoon vernacular. For this, I will let the artworks speak for themselves, especially Euphorion Snow Globe.
In Summary
I must confess that I have fallen far short of my quest for that “modified theory of everything,” as there is just too much to address in this limited venue. I hope, more modestly, that I have contributed to a better understanding of how these enigmatic artworks so playfully elude our perceptual and conceptual grasp by describing how they effect key transformative experiences before the gaze of the viewer. And finally, what better way to sign off than to turn to the source, an especially suggestive fragment from Goethe’s Faust.
Are we coming? are we going?
Are we standing? There's no knowing!
All is whirling, all is flowing!
Rocks and trees with weird grimaces
Shift their shape and change their places;
Wild fires wander, teeming, growing.
(Translation by David Luke, Oxford University Press, 1987)
For a more extensive view of the exhibition “In Your Arms I’m Radiant: Chie Fueki and Joshua Marsh” and Marsh’s work go to:
Gallery: http://shoshanawayne.com
Website: https://joshuamarsh.com