Alan Charlton at Galerie Tschudi

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"He didn’t want to build a myth around himself, strive for a socially respected position or create paintings that would reveal hidden truths or promise transcendence. Charlton therefore became an artist who – with modesty, but also with unwavering commitment – does everything himself: from the stretcher frame to mounting the canvas to the careful application of colour, from packing up the paintings, tidying and cleaning the studio to organizing shipment. ""Throughout, the paintings are grounded, unpretentious, honest, and straightforwardly present."
But then: This [Charlton's] unshakable concentration, the perfectly skilled handling, the authenticity and care lavished on each individual step..."

The quaker or protestant ethic, with its reverence, particularly without those ethics end result of a function, becomes its form of myth, building church without furniture.


See too: “Seven Reeds” at Overduin & Co. Daniel Buren at Bortolami, Heimo Zobernig, Dena Yago at Sandy Brown, 

Andrea Büttner at Galerie Tschudi

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We've become so addicted to the candied surrealism that dominates. Not sure other forms are even entirely legible anymore. Your gut biome begins to mirror the flora of what you feed it. Eventually you crave what you've been fed.

Barbara Probst at Monica De Cardenas

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Here's how: The photographic "moment" of, say, Cartier-Bresson and his decisive example shown to photography's infants, is here manufactured, produced as a synthetic version, aligning cameras to prove the decisive singular. The moment obviously never was real - profs the world over lecturing students about the HC-B "moment"'s effort in staging if not the puddle jump then whichever - and in its explicit production line here still functioning. The authenticity of the photographic moment's manufacturing doesn't seem to deplete it, its effective punctum remains, the "the wounding, personally touching detail which establishes a direct relationship with the object or person within it" can be synthetic and we still look, whatever was corporeal about it long gone.