In Roger Corman’s 1963 sci-fi horror movie, “X: The Man with the X-Ray Eyes,” Ray Milland plays a scientist, Dr Xavier, who discovers a serum that gives him X-ray vision. At a cocktail party he is able to see through the clothing of gyrating dancers, but the vision intensifies alarmingly. His eyes go inky black and madness ensues. There are some things Man is meant not to see or know!
The Belgian artist David Deweerdt has happily evaded such punishment, exhibiting his penetrating figure paintings in Belgium and France for the past twenty-five years, and showing for the second time at Ryan Graff Contemporary. “Excessive Vision,” a collection of eighteen works executed on on Mylar, a plastic paper, presents solitary nudes partially fully denuded of flesh. While they recall the plaster flayed figures (écorchés) that academic painters used to learn anatomy, following the precedents of Michelangelo, Leonardo, and Andreas Vesalius, or the contemporary plastinated cadavers of Gunther Von Hagens or the morgue-sourced art-historical pastiches of Joel-Peter Witkin, sensitive, triggerable viewers should be advised that the artist’s subcutaneous “body envelopes” of muscles, tendons, bones and viscera are not literal, but stylistic. Dew
eerdt’s knowledge of anatomy merges with painterly improvisations to evoke the feeling of the thing, bypassing the bother of literal illustration, to paraphrase the expressionist painter, Francis Bacon. Dew
eerdt:
My characters are mediums, … only pretexts... I try to produce a sensation, based on on what the character exudes and… something awakening in the viewer.. For many years, I have painted physical differences and deformities by questioning the aesthetic norms of … current Western societies. Today, my work questions Man in his paradoxes … [through] a new aestheticism, a new approach to the pictorial representation of the body.
Deweerdt’s untitled “excessive bodies” are painted in acrylic and ink glazes onto sheets of vertical-format 100x70-mm white mylar, and mounted to the walls, unframed, a few inches apart. There is no apparent sequence or narrative; we interpret each portrait individually, and interpret them as we can. At the same time, the works are so closely spaced , each on its clinical white backdrop, that we cannot forget the array, which exceeds the sum of its parts to form a sobering yet beautiful procession.
Several paintings clearly derive from figure studies. “Unitlted (02)” and “Untitlled (14)” depict a large-bellied man of middle age standing in profile and seen from the rear, respectively, cropped at the neck and knees, and thus headless. Rendered in a warm palette of siennas, earthy reds and oranges that suggest both muscle and fat, complemented by patches of icy, brilliant blue, we may be reminded of the temperature differentials revealed by infrared thermal imaging (à la Predator, to cite a nonmusical example) “(04)” and “(16)” present, respectively, hunched and slumping figures of a younger male adopting studio poses that express despair or remorse, and will be familiar to devotees of Rodin. “05” and “(13)” depict young females, respectively, kneeling and standing, but again cropped and incomplete, with fiery emanations that suggest ectoplasmic eruptions. “(07)” further challenges our notions of bodily image with a figure seen from the back, kneeling, legs crossed, and hands positioned as if bound, so that the limbs resemble flippers, and, with the head submerged behind the hill of his upper back, suggesting some flattened, fleahy sea turtle minus its shell.
Hybrid figures that are partly skeletal or partly animal animal suggest the medical specimen bottle and the carnival sideshow. The disembodied skulls and vertebrae in “(01), “(12),” and ”36)” remain mysteriously alive with painterly color and energy, as do the eviscerated female torso in “(03)” and the scapula-batwing form creature or specimen in “(10),” and the hung-beef carcasses of “(09),” reminiscent of slaughterhouse-pathos works by Rembrandt, Soutine and Bacon (aptly named), a cheerful pessimist who was fond of reminding artistic London drinking pals like Lucian Freud, “You have only to consider the meat on your plate.”
Deweerdt’s gravitational dance of attraction-repulsion is perfectly calibrated to hold us in orbit around these strange bodies that are secular, unsentimental contemporary counterparts of Renaissance memento mori. paintings and medieval transi sculptures. They are bracing stuff—perhaps even medicine—to awaken us from our dogmatic slumber in these inhuman—and potentially post-human— times.
