Articles, Reviews, Words
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Jan Baum – on Michael Abraham – Arena show, May 2007.
Social commentary and satire have a long tradition in the history of art. Bosch – whose revelations are striking while his exuberant imagination never fails to exhilarate us. Goya – whose prodding of the royal family is usually noticed outside of the court and even outside of Spain. Closer to our time, the English satirist Hogarth, of a “Rakes Progress,” as well as the literary Galsworthy, chide English society with subtle subterfuge. So into this arena steps Michael Abraham, a native of Canada, who lives in Vancouver, British Columbia, and has been exhibiting since 1992. His paintings are both charming and disarm
ing. With a mischievous grin he wields his imagination on canvas. A warrior for tolerance and understanding – hope and joy, he means what he paints. Michael Abraham says he deals less in social commentary more in psychological realism. He shares his perceptions and incites with a good sprinkle of humor. The slight distortion of the figures percolates to the actions, which are mild to manic. Though helplessly terrorized as we confront his images, basically we know he means well, and like Breughel, he points to the indisputable foibles of mankind. Merging the inner and outer experience with creative freedom, he does not send it out like fast food – more important, is for the viewer to relate to the work, in their unique and individual way and in their own time. If he can illuminate the dark corridors of our journey, he is requited and we are the beneficiaries. And, finally, he tells us “My art is my sorrow, my hope, my prayer and my joy.”
Jan, Jan Baum Gallery, Los Angeles 2007
Review by Michael Scott, Vancouver Sun, May 2001.
Painter arrests with beyond-Rockwellian fancy…
Parenthood teaches us many things: patience, wonder, and a deepened sense of the future, among others. Like all new parents, Vancouver painter Michael Abraham has been absorbing lessons since his son William was born two years ago. An exhibition of Abraham’s newest work, installed now at the Simon Patrich Gallery, shows the learning curve in a variety of ways. First, there is a continuing increase in Abraham’s technical skill. His ability to capture glinting highlights is actually mesmerizing. In the same way that the Dutch masters can bring a face to life with the tiniest dot of pure white light in the pool of an eye, Abraham has learned to quicken his own characters with the smallest flick of a paint-charged brush. He is also experimenting at the other end of the light scale with a kind of chalky, suffused daylight. The effect is more fanciful, and less dramatic, as in the placid image of a family picking through the shiny agate stones on a seashore. Abraham, now in his mid-30s, is also continuing to challenge himself in terms of composition, sometimes curling and interweaving his figures as though he were painting illustrations for a textbook on advanced spatial geometry.
The direct connection with the artist’s parenthood however is the subject matter of this collection of 22 paintings. Entitled Play, the works teeter-totter between portraits of family life and a broader reading of the idea of amusement or pastime. The portrait of young William, for instance, with a Halloween lion’s mask pushed up on his forehead, is a gentle trope on both childhood and constructed identities (a child’s cowboy hat is discarded nearby, and a Northwest Coast native mask lies brooding in an open toybox). Other works tug on the notion of play with less gentleness. A series of images feature a group of young men and an arsenal of water balloons. At first glance these seem pictures of boyish highjinks, but something darker and more forceful is at work here. Abraham is equivocal about whether these are children (despite their smooth, baby-fat faces, some of them have absurd comb-over hairstyles, or silvery body hair). Their restless interactions and conspiring glances argue against an easy reading.
The show’s most ambitious work, Epic/Golden Egg, shows 10 figures in a Gordian knot of limbs and torsos, stepping over one another in an effort to reach a golden orb, which may or may not be yet another water balloon. An 11th figure sits off to the side, staring out upon the curve of the earth, and what appears to be a tumulus of bones stretching away at his feet. This degree of enigma and imagination is what is most rewarding in Abraham’s work. Some of the paintings here, unlike Epic/Golden Egg, are charming without being challenging. That is too bad, because when Abraham allows his imagination to stop at Saturday Evening Post images of family life — a father-and-son working a happy-face puzzle, the beach-combing family — the results are polished and easily saleable, but not arresting.
The best works here are the ones that bite deep: the apprehended mystery of a trio of boys in the midst of a book burning, for instance; a solitary figure savouring a Granny Smith apple in his cubistic tree fort; two young parents, entwined, nearly nude on their bed, lingering somewhere between lust and bone-weariness, under the watchful eye of a child-minding intercom and a carpet scattered with toys.
-Michael Scott, Vancouver Sun Visual Art Critic email@example.com
‘Play’ – Solo exhibition at Simon Patrich Gallery, 2329 Granville, May 2001.
Review by Michael Harris, Vancouver Sun, May 2003.
Social Criticism Expressed Like a Platter of Gum Drops
Simon Patrich Gallery’s little leather couches are a perfect site for eavesdropping. Resting a trick knee on one such seat recently, I found myself listening to a couple in spirited conversation. They were discussing Michael Abraham’s latest show, a collection of narrative paintings produced before and after the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks on the United Slates. Each of the pictures features some expression of power in Abraham’s characteristic style. The figures are colourful, cartoon-like, rarified. The collection is entitled, aptly, Power Play. “I know what he’s saying” insisted the well-dressed gentleman beside me. “But does he need to say it so clearly? So… well… easily?
His friend stepped toward a picture in which a blindfolded boy prepares to wallop an Earth-like piñata. “I know what you mean, he said, “I feel as though I’m at Sunday school.”
Resisting the urge to wallop these men myself, I considered why anyone would say such things about the chuckle-inducing works around us.
Abraham offers up the gravest kinds of social criticism like a platter of gum drops. It may seem like a contradiction, but it is from contradictions that we are most likely to learn new things.
In Abraham’s most ambitious piece, Real Tissues, a mix-and-match mob of placard-toting individuals vie for campaign space. “Teeth Aren’t Naturally White” reads one card. “Jello for Prez” blares the ardent sign of another.
But all these activists are shushed by a fat-cat television producer who dominates the scene — he is filming something of the Baywatch variety.
And far up above the crown of protesters, we spy a bored man watching the show in question. His television is muted, allowing only a visual spectacle to come through: A woman falling out of her bikini. The television producer’s emphatic ‘Shush’ extends, then, into the viewer’s space. Personal protest is doused by a homogenized spectacle.
What does it mean to let these clean cartoons represent messy social problems? Or to make the indigestible jumble of our lives into the visual equivalent of a sugary dessert. Perhaps part of Abraham’s argument has to do with argument itself. That is to say with the manner in which arguments come to us — through the framed lens of news media. How cleanly we are fed the news. NBC’s and CNN’s depictions of the evil incarnate lurking amongst Eastern sand dunes leave no room for the gray area of indecision. My fellow gallery goer wondered why Abraham’s paintings were reduced to “Sunday school” simplicity. But he might be served by considering media reports in a similar light: Why are these televised images often so simple, clean, uncomplicated?
Abraham isn’t about to feed you an answer in Power Play. But his works do the hard part: they pose the question.
-Michael Harris is a Vancouver Freelance writer.
Power Play – New works May 2003 at Simon Patrich Gallery, Vancouver.
Review By Michael Scott, Vancouver Sun Art Critic, October 1996.
“Artist Michael Abraham creates paintings that speak of love, human intimacy and misunderstanding”.
The couple has wriggled over opposite ends of the sofa, upending themselves in order to face one another beneath the cushions, their legs sprawling playfully above them. He is curled forward over one sofa arm; she is arched backward over the other. Their calm faces, in the candle-lit space beneath the seat, make it seem as if this were the most natural position in the world in which to contemplate a lover. Index fingers reach out toward one another along the floor, like God and Adam in the Sistine Chapel, almost touching.
This arresting image is the work of Michael Abraham, a young Vancouver-based artist whose work appears at Simon Patrich Galleries this month. Abraham’s gift for composition percolates through this entire exhibition: 26 paintings that talk about love, human intimacy and our talent for misunderstanding one another.
In Centering Yellow, the pretzel-knotted lovers, upside-down over their sofa are balanced in the most precise and enigmatic way. One finger wrong, and the whole arrangement might slide out of true. That dynamic stasis energizes the rest of the canvas, which reveals a make-believe Mondrian on the wall above the sofa, which in turn mirrors the candle that stands on the floor.
“I’ve been working hard on composition.” the artist says modestly, oblivious to the genius evident in some of these paintings. He is filled with nervous energy, amiable.
“When things happen that I don’t understand, I’ll explore them in my art,” he says.
Mixed messages from friends, for instance, find expression in a series of images with many-armed, Shiva-like figures. In Twilight Walking, for instance, a woman walks her dogs down a narrow path, the sky glowing twilight above her. The six dogs are a happy, motley crew. The woman is very plain, ordinary even, except for the fact she has six arms, one for each leash. Each hand tells its own story; one is the picture of daintiness, with pinky extended, another is a ferocious fist, another is playing its dog like a yo-yo.
The message is even more pointed in … but my hands are tied. Here, a male figure with eight arms sits oracle-like in a streetside niche. A young boy stands in front with a request: and each arm provides a little more information about the interior life of the character Two arms are, indeed, tied. But a third that points to this might just as easily untie them. Another hand is raised in a gesture of helplessness, yet another curls behind the man’s back, where it crosses its fingers, and another sprawls in nonchalance.
The streetscape is de Chirico-like, full of enigmatic plazas and streets that run into a maze.
And then there’s the sky — a wild sunset of magenta and blue, punctuated by square towers and distant trees. The Renaissance feel is intentional: Abraham spent a year in Florence where he was deeply influenced by the art treasures he found there. Many of his works evoke similar landscapes.
Sidewalk, for instance, a fish-eye view of a suburban street and a floating figure in Birkenstocks, still shows a line of hills and cypress trees on the horizon.
Waiting for Reception has a glowing Renaissance quality of its own. But instead of halos of saintliness, the characters here are bathed in the eerie glow of television sets.
Abraham’s imagination is spellbinding. There are canvases that teem with the carnal crowds of Bruegel; others in which a single figure holds the eye enthralled. A nude beach north of Lion’s Bay becomes a latter-day meeting of nymphs and satyrs. A beachcomber in another painting takes on the attitude and mien of a Transfiguration, serene-looking, draped in simplified garments.
Abraham’s exhibition is nearly sold out, which is no surprise given the artist’s talent and his modest prices. But even without the prospect of purchase, these sensational paintings are well worth seeing. The exhibition continues through Oct. 26, 1996.
OPTIC MYSTIC – New work by Michael Abraham, at Simon Patrich Gallery, Vancouver.
-Michael Scott, Vancouver Sun Visual Art Critic firstname.lastname@example.org
Review by Lloyd Dyck, Vancouver Sun, May 2005.
Paintings Capture a Magic Realism.
Art / Michael Abraham’s works tell tales that aren’t quite what they seem.
Michael Abraham loves art that has a narrative. In this, he has a lot in common with the artists he most admires: Breughel and the Flemish school, Lucas Cranach the Elder, and the early Sienese artists. His 19 paintings at Gallery Jones (on exhibit until June 4) all tell a story and the figures are massive and immobile — almost monumental (he also admires Ingres).
You don’t see stuff like this in galleries these days: art concerned with morality, and at first glance, realistic, though it isn’t. It may remind you of Botero’s bulbous figures. It’s skewed realism — you could almost call it magic realism.
At first glance, you could also dismiss it as Psychology Today illustration but it’s more, with its densely encrypted symbols. It’s loaded with them. About half the visitors to his show make a quick tour and give it a dismissive “ehh,” Abraham says. Alex Colville wasn’t so quick to judge, calling his work “contemplative, meditative.” The show’s not built for speed. Abraham calls it The Other Side. It may represent the other side of him, since he just turned 40. The night before, he worked out. Though fit looking, he’s not a gym junkie.
He was born in Montreal and began studies in life drawing and composition at the Ontario College of Art. In 1990 he spent a year studying in Florence, Italy, where he also worked as a teaching assistant, fife inoveu1 to Vancouver and for about 13 years showed at the Simon Patrich Gallery. Recently he moved to the Jones, and changing galleries is always a big step for an artist.
The mandate of the gallery, says owner Shane O’Brien, is to bring Canadian art into the international scene — the Jones, at 1725 West Third, has been open only a year. Abraham has been collected by purchasers from New York, London, Singapore and Los Angeles (Courtenay Cox and David Arquette have two of his works, one of them about four feet by five). He’s one of the few Canadian artists who get by on painting alone, says O’Brien.
Abraham doesn’t paint from models but from stream-of-consciousness. The tension between realism and stylized realism sets up a disturbing dichotomy. The show mainly addresses vanitas — posturing and pretense. In Wasabi/Hot Stuff/Hello Kitty, a Japanese male digs into a huge bowl of wasabi with a grotesque leer on his face, his machismo echoed by one tiny erect match standing out from the pack while a geisha looks on impassively. There is also heat from the little candle in the lower left-hand corner but not heat so much as light to balance the composition in a dark area of the canvas. In the opposite corner, close observers will notice a tiny plastic bread-wrapper tag, which is there to suggest the plane of the floor.
“They’re not decorative, are they?” I say to Abraham, who is light-hearted and enjoyably chatty. “They would be in my house,” he says.
I don’t know that I could live with the fear that paralyses the eyes in Armoured Heart, a figure galvanized by protective metal in a heart shape. The eyes are the only feature you see but for the legs, one of them bloody from the medieval-looking lance that impales it. The possibility of protection, whether against forces too big or unknowable to reckon with, including emotion, may be one of the myths we tell ourselves.
Abraham has no problem with titling each work to offer the viewer a point of entry. Everything he paints is beautifully constructed, sometimes with a Renaissance-like illusion that makes it seem possible to reach out and move a detail. His paintings are made for artificial light — he paints at night under halogen. Artificial light brings out warmth. Painting in natural light brings out coolness.
There’s nothing cool about Abraham’s perfervid work except for the implacable facial expressions of most of his subjects: The gormless self-assurance of the woman carrying a doggie-poo bag and surrounded by the secrecy and terror of some pre- or post-apocalyptic nightmare; the evil little boy as his foot is about to come down on a rabbit; the people hiding and snickering behind the door as it’s rung by a towering pastor on the other side.
But Hypnotica, a huge work depicting what seems to be revivalistic charlatans and the masses they draw, is a Breugelian revel. You may miss the MacDonald’s M in the background. “You can’t stop marketing — the marketeers, the PR people,” Abraham says. We’re like moths to the flame, the flame being advertising, which infects everything from the news to game shows like Jeopardy. Nor, it seems, can you stop the Faustian delusions of grandeur of the companies that think they have a patent on nature. Mia Santa, The Strong Arm of the Maw, is a pun on Monsanto: the statuesque old woman who collars the man walking down the road zealously guarding a bag of seeds is a reference to his great aunt in the east end of Montreal.
“We live in a democracy but it’s still the land of kings,” Abraham notes drily. (Ozymandias: “look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.”)
Not that there isn’t humor in Abraham’s work, otherwise it would be too dreadful. I enjoyed the quotation from Carl Jung that accompanied a piece from an earlier show: “Everything that irritates us about others can lead to an understanding of ourselves.”
Writing From Preview Magazine:
Michael Abraham: Apologues
Art Gallery at Evergreen Cultural Centre Coquitlam BC – Jul 20-Aug 31, 2013
Michael Abraham is a popular Vancouver artist who creates fanciful images in a magic realism style. Formerly represented by the Simon Patrich Gallery for 13 years, he was taken on by Gallery Jones in 2006. After numerous solo exhibitions of Abraham’s work in Vancouver, Apologues is his first public gallery retrospective of his work. Born in Montreal, Michael Abraham studied first at the Ontario College of Art during the 1980s and subsequently in Florence, Italy. Like an eclectic mix of Rousseau, Dali, Breugel and Bosch, Abraham’s paintings are flavoured by a fairytale sensibility with exaggerated people, fantastic animals, enchanted gardens and mythical landscapes. The surreal qualities of the scenes are emphasized by the vacuous expressions of his subjects – often including himself as model – and their strangely smooth skin and clothes. Playful at first glance, the bizarre images often carry darker undertones of madness and chaos. Displaying what reviewers have described as “skewed realism,” “enigma and imagination,” and “whimsy, bemusement and contrasting veracity,” the paintings are heavily symbolic and rife with dense allusions to both public life and private reveries. www.evergreenculturalcentre.ca
– Mia Johnson for Preview Magazine, June 2013.
Press Release: Evergreen Cultural Centre, June 2013.
MICHAEL ABRAHAM explores modern APOLOGUES
in a fanciful and socially critical retrospective
at the Art Gallery at Evergreen Cultural Centre
July 20 – August 31, 2013
COQUITLAM, BC (JUNE 27, 2013) – BC artist Michael Abraham livens up the Art Gallery at Evergreen this summer with bold, colourful and irreverent paintings and sculptures that hold a funhouse mirror up to society, politics and human behaviour. ‘Apologues’, which takes its name from the storytelling quality of the exhibition, features a retrospective of over two decades of Abraham’s work.
An apologue is a brief story that is similar to a fable or parable, but differs in that it uses rhetorical arguments and exaggeration to sway the viewer in a moral direction without explicitly stating its intention. Like his title suggests, Abraham does not aim for realism, and instead uses abstraction to observe society and politics at play with a phenomenological and psychological slant. Without passing judgment, he visualizes catch-phrases, metaphors and parables with whimsy, bemusement and contrasting veracity in order to engage with his audience and encourage them to question and laugh at their daily context.
– Astrid Heyerdahl, Visual Arts Manager, Art Gallery at Evergreen Cultural Centre, 2013.
“Thank you [Michael Abraham] for your most gracious letter, but most of all for your catalogue and beautiful reproductions of your pictures. I am so happy to see them. I have been depressed and not painting for a while, and your pictures give me inspiration to get back to work. Thank you with all my heart. We all need each other.”
George Tooker, January 2004
“…I’m very impressed. I guess its the combination of “monumental” form with serious reflective, meditative content…you have come a long way in a fairly short time; it seems to me you have a really promising future.”
Alex Colville, October 1995