Heather Guertin at JDJ

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The static noise, floating through low reception airwaves, the bad television of painting history. It arrives jumbled, confused, i.e. the "What we think we see is a creation of our mind’s eye." In other words, an inkblot.

see too: Heather Guertin at Brennan & Griffin 

Heather Guertin at Brennan & Griffin 



Lightly, post-1919 Alexei Jawlensky heads rise like a video artifacts to the surface of Today’s painting, reworking the artifacts of its scanned history, a ghost encountered, like flies to the surface of soup, parodizing searched authenticity - according to the PR. No one is a painter today but instead a “an artist who engages with painting.” Dreadfully unrefined to actually be a painter. Don't touch the stuff. “Appropriating historical imagery" soon to be required in every didactic as the vessels fill with yesteryears refuse, with flies. A lightness to ensure that everything looks like paint, and not painting. A structure of faces to give reason to paint, to make it seem reasonable, excuse the brushstrokes, they're aren't mine, I saw a ghost of myself returning to modernism to begin again. These paintings are nice.