Not many artists can get away with making an exhibition out of only one work, but Judy Fiskin has done just that at Richard Telles Fine Art.
Her approximately 14-minute video is so enjoyable, thought-provoking and redemptive you’ll want to watch it again — as soon as it ends.
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But the omnipresence of cellphones is no match for the attentiveness Fiskin (born 1945) brings to our interactions with them. With great curiosity, greater insight and, greatest of all, the open-mindedness of a philosopher who questions everything and assumes nothing, Fiskin treats herself as an experiment — a subject to be studied, learned from and then returned to for further study because she is no longer the subject she once was.
That unflinching, see-for-yourself attitude suffuses her video, which starts as a confessional. The L.A. artist explains, quickly and unsentimentally, that she stopped making photographs 20 years ago, around the time phones and cameras got married and their offspring began to multiply exponentially.
Then, one day last spring on a daily neighborhood walk, Fiskin plucked her phone from her purse and snapped a picture. Twenty minutes later, she had 300. In six months, she had 7,000.
Startled by those numbers, she had no choice but to figure out what she was doing, why she couldn’t stop and how her new pictures related to the tiny black-and-white silver prints she had made throughout the 1970s, ’80s and ’90s (and exhibited in museums and galleries across the U.S. and Europe).
In plain — and plainly beautiful — language, Fiskin’s video invites viewers into her mind as she recounts how she sorted her pictures into categories. First, “The Learning Curve.” Then, “Selfies.” Followed by “Selfies After a Rainstorm.” All make sense. But sometimes not how you expect them to.
With every picture and turn of phrase and musical interlude (from Bach to “The Hukilau Song”) you get a sense of Fiskin’s vision, her capacity to make everyday reality look beautiful while leaving it well enough alone. She never calls attention to her talents, which are nothing less than brilliant. Anonymity and genius never looked better or mixed as poetically as they do in Fiskin’s artistry.
Plus, she has a great sense of humor. Her categories mutate in ways that recall Jorge Luis Borges, breaking down as they break open new perspectives.
“Some Leaves” is followed by “Another Leaf” and then “More Leaves.” “Cakes Within a Two-Mile Radius of My House” precedes “The Lasting Influence of
And if all that weren’t enough, the exhibition includes two monitors on which play a Judy Fiskin Film Festival: eight short videos she has made since 1997.
Each is a pleasure to behold. And even more pleasurable to see again. Not because it traps visitors in a tightening spiral of addiction, but because it, like all of Fiskin’s art, frees us to see the world differently and live in it more sensitively.
Richard Telles Fine Art, 7380 Beverly Blvd., L.A. Tuesday-Saturday. (323) 965-5578, www.tellesfineart.com
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