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Richard Fishman One-Person Exhibition
at The Bell Gallery, Brown University
Catalogue essay by Kermit Champa,
1976
____Speaking as one whose responses
are jaded to much of what has called itself sculpture over the past
decade, I confess herewith a considerable and persistent respect
for the recent work of Richard Fishman. But respect is probably
too cold a word suggesting critical approval rather than aesthetic
excitement, and it is in fact the latter which has for me induced
the former. There have been, and continue to be, inherently genuine
if unexpected, sculptural sensations in Fishman's work which convince
me of their quality simply by looking as though they were brought
into being by a will certain of its ability to form an expressive
response to materials that abrade, irritate and, as a result, negatively
fascinate it. An utter absence of self-indulgence in person- ally
attractive materials (and their concomitant tactile or conceptual
refinement) has not always been the rule in Fishman's work, and
its achievement marks a breakthrough as auspicious in its guarantee
of quality as any I have seen in recent sculpture. The formal certainty
and the openness with which Fishman currently handles tin-flashed
and hand-tempered copper foil, and thin shafts of roughly finished
cold-rolled steel reminds me of certain of the most moving cofflicts
and suspensions in David Smith's best works without ever emulating
them directly. Lacking Smith's manual confidence and his hard won
sculptural momentum in terms of scale, shape and surface, there
is in the best of Fishman's recent work the feeling of a more nervous
and more provisional entertainment of materials, which, however,
conveys an expressiveness uniquely its own.
The comparison of Fishman's work to Smith's is not intended as
a bit of art-historical aggrandizing, nor is it made for purposes
of convenient dialectic in a discussion of abstract metal sculpture.
Fishman's work seems to me to be on the verge of edging in on a
consistent level of sculptural achievement maintained since Smith's
death by Anthony Caro and approached less dependably by a small
group of British and American sculptors directly reactive to him.
The Smith-Caro tradition with its strong cubist underpinnings constitutes
what, for want of better words, is contemporary sculpture as sculpture.
Distinct from the sculpture as event (or assertion) orientation
of minimalist and conceptualist efforts (with historical gestures
toward Duchamp and Brancusi) where the issue of quality merges with
the issue of material and contextual surprise, the Smith-Caro tradition
is inherently manipulative and quality seeking, at once, historical
and personalized. Fishman's recent work is all of this, but more
importantly, it is good work.
Five years ago I would have called Fishman's sculptures "academic;'
and I would have been right. The straight, bowed or serially grouped
black monoliths (Fig.1) of smooth, painted steel that represented
his efforts of the early '70's seemed calculated to avoid any direct
confrontation with major issues of quality in form or of richness
in concept. His pieces seemed not to recognize the degree to which
they were vacant by reason of selflessness -a selflessness born
of the desire to assure an aesthetically unbiased sculptural position,
uncritically appreciative of Caro on the one hand, Judd and Morris
on the other. However, the vacant, well-mannered and aesthetically
unassertive character of the early '70's pieces seems in retrospect
to have been an important dead spot of sensibility for Fishman to
have let show. Comparatively few decent artists work out such an
extended series of monuments to the most meretricious side of themselves,
and then realize that they've done it. Fishman did and began around
early 1973 to look for some signs of personal life in his nearly
still-born sculptural facades. He began to poly- chrome his pieces,
watching in the loosening and tightening of sculptural intervals
(Fig. 2) that resulted for a quality of form to emerge against or
upon which we might begin to exercise a manner of control that would
feel natural.
Simultaneous with the polychrome came continuous vertical couplings
of steel sheets of widely differing thicknesses, combined with randomly
angled bends (at the connecting seams) applied to the thinnest sheets.
Sometimes two or more sheets were connected at a vertical seam in
such a way as to leave short flanges behind the seams to complement
the planar sections moving frontward from the seams. The small back
sections of vertical flanges, clustered tightly around a single
seam began, however, to contest rather than complement the still-suave
surfaces predominant else- where in Fishman's early 1973 pieces,
and the works, simple as they were, refused to unify themselves
through color changes or shifts of slab angle. The thorny quality
of the flange channels was so apparent both to the eye and to the
touch that no pictorial (via color) or compositional adjustment
seemed capable of controlling' or for that matter even markedly
affecting, their unexpected sculptural pre-eminence. In his most
courageous move as a sculptor to date, Fishman refused to refine
out or simply throwaway his troublesome flange channels. Their sharp-edged,
slightly torn and pointed, thin yet bristly presence was sculpturally
alive in a way very little else in his work was or had been. The
problem was how ( or at least so it seemed) to make a response to
this liveness develop into a whole piece of sculpture. As a first
step, the evenly painted, untextured surfaces of his omnipresent
large (now aluminum rather than steel) sheet sections had somehow
to yield their formality. In the process of sanding them out for
re-painting Fishman suddenly "discovered" latent in his
surface, layers of his own old paint, and in the rough shapes of
it that gradually emerged, there appeared a kind of free, substanceless
color atmosphere that adhered to the flat metal surface while seeming
at the same time to peel at it optically. The more this atmosphere
was elicited and the closer it moved toward the flanges, the more
a strange half atmospheric, half physical unity emerged in the whole
configuration of vertically joined sheets. Once this unity was recognized
and developed, the flanges, having exerted their effect, could come
and go in the pieces at will, at times even transmuting themselves
into a single, rough-trimmed edge running the full vertical height
of a piece. Fishman's two-paneled vertical pieces (Fig. 3) of 1974-1975,
with their sanded out surfaces and their selectively roughened edges,
constitute his point of entry as a potentially major sculptor. These
pieces were the product of a period which saw Fishman working both
in Providence and New York. They were shown in New York at Max Hutchinson's
in the spring of 1975, but even as they were being shown, elements
of Fishman's newer work in photo collage (Fig. 4) (a dominantly
New York side of his production) were promising (or at least gesturing
after) a kind of edge and surface freedom that remained largely
frustrated by the problematic and inherently redundant mass of the
aluminum slabs in Fishman's exhibited work.
The photo collages featured combinations of indistinct, often mutilated,
Polaroid SX-70 snapshots and freely cut metal surfaced paper. In
the best of them quite unexpected cubist transparencies and overlaps
were generated through the manipulated interplay of the inherently
compressed (or sandwiched) Polaroid surface and the fragmented,
partly reflective surface of the metallic paper. The prevailing
optical softness of his media combinations established an over-
unity, against which the opposing tearing, abrading, and pressing
of pictorially different elements reacted. As softness and rather
severe rectilinear setups froze the collages, the cut paper, tom
emulsions and faint photoimages began to generate graphic movement,
and suddenly Fishman, the sculptor, found himself addressing not
Judd or Caro but pictorial cubism in a comparatively traditional
guise. After the collages came drawings, at first small scribbles,
then later larger in scale than the collages, in both color and
black and white. Recalling mid- '50's deKooning and Motherwell as
clearly as the photo-collages recalled Arp or Schwitters, Fishman's
drawings continued an historical review of quality modernism that
had never (except in an intellectual sense) occurred in his works.
The fact that this review was undertaken (and it was undertaken
as much from frustration as from plan) suggests in retrospect the
troubling combination of self-belief and modernist formal naivete
which Fishman increasingly felt in the presence of the residual
sculptural arbitrariness of his two-panel pieces. Suddenly Giocometti
's work for all its personal indulgence looked formally more coherent,
even more articulate, than Fishman's own, while the likes of Gonzalez
(not to say Smith) looked almost unapproachable in the quality of
their sculptural address. Fishman's photo-collages and drawings
began ultimately to project pictorially a vision of a kind of sculpture
that consisted of self-sufficient surfaces, armatureless, but capable
of graphic movement both across those surfaces and along their edges.
However, the medium, or for that matter even the potential three
dimensional appearance of this imagined sculpture, refused for a
time to emerge. Returning to Providence in mid-1975 Fishman discovered
his medium -industrial weight copper foil randomly adherent to wall-hung
or floor based rods of steel. The sculptural freedom encouraged
almost immediately by this medium was astonishingly close to that
which had emerged pictorially in Fishman's smallest and least finished
abstract expressionist drawings and in his photo- collages. The
foil could stand flat or turn. Its areas of soldered contact to
the rods could spread or contract. The rods could bend or run straight,
or join with wire sections of random thicknesses to make graphic
moves in two or three dimensions ( or both) apart from the foil
sections. Hanging or standing options in the new medium were remarkably
open and even capable of combining in the same piece.
But the freedom that emerges in Fishman's rod, foil, and wire pieces does
not exist without some basic, if potentially complementary, limitations. Freestanding
effects have to be forced. Relief, relating to a wall, is more controllable-
with the third dimension outlined rather than entertained. Single, floor-based
rod pieces- even those with deeply turned foil layers-look provisional in
their scale of incident and extent. In the relief (wall hung) pieces themselves,
clear overall shapings seem required to accommodate the expressively random
peelings and flutterings of the foil and the counterpoint of rod drawing that
runs through, behind and over the foil. Latent triangular, rectangular or
shaft shapes currently seem necessary to project the movements of feeling
in Fishman's work. Non- geometrical substructures seem to evoke varying degrees
of naturalistic illusion -to leaf or stem forms, to broken shells or crustacean
remains.
The apparent need for latent geometry in Fishman's new work seems to have
its natural origin both in the particular metal materials and in the pictorial
origins (collage and drawing) from which current methods of handling derive.
These methods, and to a degree the materials, will probably change over the
next few years of Fishman's work. There is certainly no a priori requirement
for change in principle to occur, since 20th century sculpture has achieved
high quality as frequently working from a two as from a three dimensional
point of departure. Rather, it seems as though the potential self-sufficiency
of the foil as sculpture remains comparatively unexplored. It seems on the
verge of constituting, rather than contributing to the medium in Fishman's
work. The same is true of the rods and wires. They, too, seem sculpturally
self-sufficient in Fishman's hands. The truce between rods and foil in Fishman's
recent work is brilliant, but it is not, I think, final. It sustains the nervousness
and provisional suspension of materials mentioned earlier, and it gives the
new pieces their very real and distinct quality. But there is even greater
quality to come.
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