Having
become familiar of late with Matthew Mahler’s paintings, it is easy to see his
hand as the curator of Hypercolor.
The exhibition takes the form of a visual conversation he is having in his
head, a discussion that revolves heavily around geometry, a bright almost early
90’s color palate and a touch of the hippie by way of the young cool people of
Brooklyn. As bad as that might sound when it comes together it is an impressive
feat, because as any self-aware cool person from Brooklyn knows, as much as
these things prevail in our tastes and our collective DNA, they are also things
to be met with scorn. Being accessible to those whose main object is to be inaccessible
is a line that one walks by titling a show on a short-lived t-shirt technology.
But to Mahler’s credit, the show pulls off being hip, contemporary, even, dare
I say cool without making you want to flog yourself for enjoying it (like the feeling
one gets from reading Vice). For me the
show could have just been Saira
McLaren’s excellent tie-die looking mountain range of pink and purple with
caps of bleach on raw canvas. If you could imagine the Grateful Dead covering Cezanne
in whatever form that might manifest itself, I think the show might make some
sense. And I’ll also throw in the terribly enjoyable geometrical hipster death
mask paintings of Ziad Naccache. An enjoyable
and challenging little show.
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