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Threads of Fire and Water and Gold


Renee Gladman, Untitled Cities, 2016. Ink, pencil, and goauche on paper. 24 x 36 inches. Photo: Darryl Richardson. Courtesy We Buy Gold.


On View
We Buy Gold
March 19 – May 6, 2017
New York

The roving art space We Buy Gold, which Joeonna Bellorado-Samuels opened in Bed-Stuy in March, is successfully managing a tricky balancing act: it is seriously and coherently embedded in its space and moment, even as it resists barricading itself into a particular corner. We Buy Gold also manages to engage directly with some of the stickier aspects of transactionality and value in contemporary art without wading into polemic or reduction. It’s a graceful, thoughtful way of considering the gallery’s role—how it defines commodity, how it changes its environment—while remaining open to being transformed by it. Bellorado-Samuels lives in the neighborhood, as do many of the artists connected with the project; the doors are open, front and back; the small bookstore is welcoming; and, if it feels like a bit of Chelsea polish on Nostrand Avenue, the effect is less a jarring incursion and more a pleasantly surprising confluence of worlds.

If conceptually We Buy Gold is, as a commercial art space, about a tight network of relationships and interactions, and about the insights this model provides into the mechanics, semantics, and modes of exchange of contemporary art markets, the works on display in the inaugural show, ONE., cogently carry through these concerns in formal and thematic terms.

On view are works by three artists working in varied mediums: three drawings by Renee Gladman; two sculptures and a painting by Torkwase Dyson; and a photo-based work and sculpture by Harold Mendez. Each artist’s works are bound among themselves, to the other works in the show, and to the space, by a loosely shared network of thematic and formal concerns: monochromatics; legacies of colonialism, slavery, and trauma; the physical presence of the artist’s hand; the eruptive, unpredictable modalities and vocabularies that the work can intrinsically, unpredictably, demand or reveal.

Gladman, who has had a long and distinguished career as a poet and is on the poetry faculty at Brown, has made three intricate, delicate works on paper, in varying combinations of ink, pencil, and gouache. At 24 by 36 inches, the works are intimate but substantial in scale; they quietly command focused, inward-peering attention, without being so large as to dominate the wall or overwhelm the physical space. Against a warm ivory background, Untitled, Cities: Axes (2016) is a nimbus of gouache in washes of gray. Asemic symbols and vaguely architectural structures seem to erupt, almost against someone’s will, from the gouache; they are anchored by a pale pencil axis, nearly centered on the paper.

Considered in purely visual terms, it is a loose but complete composition, executed with the confidence to let disparate elements and qualities—inked structure, shadow, open space—breathe and harmonize. In conceptual terms, it’s strikingly, literally poetic: the ineluctable unit of measure, for the poet, remains the line, transmuted here into a startlingly clear visual tangle.

Torkwase Dyson, Before Black Mountain and the Anthropocene (Tuareg Women: Namadcity), 2017. Acrylic, gouache, graphic, wire on panel board. 20 x 16 inches. Courtesy We Buy Gold.

The pale washes and delicate lines of Gladman’s work, and the writing at its heart, find eloquent interlocutors in Torkwase Dyson’s two sculptures, displayed on a table in the center of the space. The sculptures, Before Black Mountain and the Anthropocene (Tuareg Women: Namadcity) (2017), and Black Compositional Thought (Tuareg Women: Namadcity) (2017) both began as drawings. Dyson has the rare ability to listen deeply to the formal demands of the work and make changes and progressions in increments that are subtle and responsive. Before Black Mountain and the Anthropocene strains patiently, smoothly, to grow from the flat into the three-dimensional space. A single arcing wire is the taut manifestation of the sculptural imperative; the slight shadow it casts on the wood suggests a sundial, the tectonic passings of time through which Dyson guides the forms. In Black Compositional Thought the sharp delineations of space create uncanny hard-edged perspectives that recall Carmen Herrera’s Blanco y Verde (1959).

The intellectual firepower behind the optical and structural sophistication of Dyson’s work is inflected by a serious engagement with writing (in Dyson’s case, unlike Gladman’s, it’s more a complementary than a primary practice, though no less complex for that). In “Black Interiority: Notes on Architecture, Infrastructure, Environmental Justice and Abstract Drawing,”1 Dyson wrote, “The design of our physical world informs the methods in which motion emerges and spatial strategy is organized. For black people, moving through a given environment comes with questions of belonging and a self-determination of visibility and semi-autonomy.” Dyson’s parsing of latent intersections between phenomenology, neurology, and raced experience as they relate to art making and art viewing manifest irresistibly in the body of the viewer: bending over the tables to look closely at the sculpture, to grasp the interplay of shadows between sharp blond wood triangles punctured by geometries of deep black gloss, you are moved through the relations and intersections, able to grasp “both immediate and distant physical forms in relationship to the spatial structures defined by the conditions of the power.”

If Dyson’s sculptures deal with the conditions of power, and their inherent violence, through a sequence of tension-filled spatial and chromatic abstract interactions, Harold Mendez takes a more explicit approach. let X stand, if it can for the one’s unfound (After Proceso Pentágono) II (2016) shows an anonymous man’s head being grabbed and damaged by anonymous hands; the infamous electric shock torture of dictatorships across Latin America is clearly visible, the calipers connecting to his ear. The paper itself looks crumpled and traumatized, like a discarded, abandoned history. It is hung next to Dyson’s Value and Resources (Water Table #10) (2017), an intelligent pairing that effectively juxtaposes more immediate political history with the simultaneously more personal and universal changes of water moving over matter over time. Where Mendez’s paper looks like it’s been balled up in a fist, the elegant, minimal lines that edge Value and Resources suggest the careful, but inescapably human, restraint of a single, deliberate finger.

Because the space is not large, and because the presence of nature, in the form of a sun-filled garden (and attendant impromptu soundtrack of birdsong), permeate the experience of the work, the tightness of these themes and connections is highlighted in their restraint and careful relative placements. Gladman’s drawings move the eye intuitively to Dyson’s sculptures; Mendez’s black sculptural box holding a pre-Columbian death mask Untitled, (Death Mask) (2015) exerts a gut-deep pull as one faces his photo and Dyson’s water table painting, like the rising-hackles feeling of realizing someone is looking at you from behind.

Ultimately, ONE. succeeds because it renders nearly tangible the nuances of connection between works and each other, between works and viewers, between art place and world space. It’s an effective, enervating reminder of the potency of a coherent vision, paired with open doors and open to interpretation.


  1. Pelican Bomb, January 2017.


Laila Pedro

LAILA PEDRO is a former Managing Editor of the Brooklyn Rail. She is a scholar and translator, and holds a PhD in French from the Graduate Center, CUNY.


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