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This particular room is domi-^ nated by a remarkable portrait by Robin Purnell, remarkable for it is" said to be only a sketch for a more complex study, which seemingly could be only a life itself. Portraits have a way of confounding time, of defeating death. The eyes are onceand always. They look straight across to the eyes that once were and are no more.
This is the task of the contempo-^ rary artist. To remind us that one' day we will be no more. And then to' keep this from us for awhile, hiding it in the power, the faith, and beauty that is always in the time of a work of art. Returned to us in the sudden impact of this life - mine, yours, and ours - and the lives which came - before us and will come after us.
Special attention is merited by those who hung the show thought--* fully and provocatively. Some exam-* pies: David Roehler, Dan Lewis, Laurie Marshall and Joel Hoyer. «
You peer through a sculpture by'f Jeanne Drevas of ivy trellised to i protect the cool of a blue cavity wait- * ing to be filled as though it were a private pool against the garish sun, • the harsh world. "'
You turn to stare into another in- ■> viting place, a vintage TV, itself as a‘ - medium having become an escape1 from so much in our lives. Only this •” time the tube turns on you. The • work by Rex Slack is called “Night Train” and it is a wonderfully con-"'* ceived piece. You are drawn through the screen into a living room in which a woman stares not at her TV,--* which appears to be on the fritz, but-'J through her picture window at a.,c train. One form of flight from reality ’* to another. ' .1
But if there is a heart to this "* show, it is likely “The Peak, Easter , ^ 1988,” by Laurie Marshall. Between • -• the wine-purple mountain and the waves of last year’s grasses the color - „• of next season’s grain three tele- “ phone poles stand like crosses upon ,1 Calvary. A storm is coming, or it has . - gone. The light is strong and bathes , - us from over our shoulders. It is - both ominous and contemplative. A sense of overwhelming solitude * countered by the emblems and spirit > of the communion. And out of loss, _ ' renewal. A fitting work for these artists and the show they have made ,” for themselves and for us. •>'
My advice is not to miss this ’j show. Nor any of the shows at the - Middle Street Gallery.
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