Delia Robinson
Lipani 2005
2008
May 20, 2005

By Jerome Lipani Special to The Times Argus
Delia Robinson's Paintings Plumb Political Depths — and Human Depths

"There is a sense of the invisible that pervades the work of Delia Robinson, a sense of the unseen apprehended in her sudden illuminations of ripe political or psychological reality. Her work, deeply felt and somehow joyfully let go of in the same moment, seems to inhabit a personal present that is shaded by a collective and depersonalized history. She manages to leave the space for the viewer to participate in pointing the way to a (shared) future. A time-defying collision of the unseen and the ubiquitous has revealed a certain high level of personal and societal conflict, and then given way — through the artist's pervasive good humour and courage and grace in the face of tragedy — to creating a space where one can live.

Painterly marks and transparent washes free up narratively precise found-photos or fragments of anatomical drawings from old medical books. Her often annotated titles — unpretentious windows into her process — invite the observer into the life of these paintings.

This is not to say that there is not a strong sense of art history also present here. You can feel the presence of a Giacometti's intense struggle for the realization of the human form, as well as the wisdom of a Monet giving way slowly and gracefully to his blindness. Elements of classical architecture evoke the Italian Renaissance. There is often a sense of an over-arching mythic political and Darwinian struggle for power — and how it dominates the life of the tender and lonely and vulnerable human being. This struggle is counterblanced within each piece by an ethereal and comparatively sur-rational steadiness of just … breathing the next breath, taking the next step.

Whether on the global level of international war, or on the deeply personal level of a moment of longing, either for deliverance from suffering, or for the emotional fulfillment of a new and loving intimacy, which might be either requited or hopeless fantasy, her pictures convey a multi-levelled simultaneity of dreamlike self-awareness. Robinson's representations of complex thinking — maybe of thought, itself — help the viewer to leap acrobatically over or through a corporatized media-filtered reality so common as to have become – almost – unnoticed.

In her series of paintings at the Kellogg-Hubbard, for example, brilliantly "architected" domes and Medieval monastery-inspired arches surmount stacks of books that are brought to us in dramatic perspective. In one we look down dizzyingly as if we are floating on the domed ceiling. In another, the stacks of books are water and wind-worn outcroppings that you might associate with the Utah badlands — places, as Robinson has said, "where enormous forces have been at work."

The artist gives us archetypes from ancient Greek or Biblical mythology: Minerva, for example, in the form of an owl, or Lot and his wife fleeing, his wife turned classically back, this time, however, for one last look at an English country mansion! This gives us the idea that what is turning her to salt, really, is a last hopeless rejection of a political inevitability which she refuses to admit to. She is the victim of her own fatal and narcissistic attraction for post-colonialist bathos. Whereas Minerva , in her form of barred owl, threatens to swoop down on any careless visitor or unwary reader who might sink sleepily into one of four empty green armchairs below her predatory gaze.

The articulate imagination of the artist defies the range of possibility of mere words, and that is why these images must be seen, why they deserve to be given an hour of your day. There are 33 pieces in the show: one or two pieces as early as 1962 all the way to the present large output of new work, which include innovative sculptural paintings on Styrofoam, Robinson's winged forms.

One of the most haunting objects in this show is a toddler's white garment, a piece called "Baby Shirt," which incorporates death images from a medieval manuscript that merge — in a searingly ironic visual fugue — with images from the Iraq war of a child hanging upside down from the long gun barrel of an abandoned tank. The photograhic image has been painted over somewhat, so that its photo-realist quality has become impressionist. The child's hanging position could be one either of play or of being tortured. We are asked to decide which it is. In that not-knowing, we are triggered into a narrative process which is deeply disturbing, as it essentializes questions concerning the legitimacy of this war, and of war, itself. The horror of the baby's death is underscored by the possibility that flayed skin has been used as part of the assemblage.

Robinson calls "Little Dancer from the Corps du Ballet" a "genuine faux-etching" since her technique for these sometimes involves running over them with a car! In part of this picture, P.T. Barnum gazes wonderingly from behind a scrim at a monumental effort as if of an early Giacometti drawing. The appropriateness of her listing of "Xerox" as a legitimate art medium among the list of "mixed media, graphite and some color pencil" is estimable, because medium and message have merged.

Robinson's paintings, drawings, and shaped Styrofoam paintings often find their structure in the remnants of medieval drawings of celestial geometry submerged into her "damaged" surfaces. I, personally, feel very closely allied to this conceptual approach to the apprehension of a developmental self. So might any viewer who is willing to become temporarily suspended in time and place; brought to the edge of imaginative faculties; made painfully and humourously aware of interior struggle."


Jerome Lipani is a multi-media artist who lives in Calais, Vermont.


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