Scott Anderson’s eight new paintings in “Supper Club” at CES Gallery are not particularly attractive. Ugly colors, cluttered compositions and ham-fisted paint-handling make for works in which rudimentary images burble up from unsettled backgrounds awhirl with undigested restlessness.
Anderson’s oils on canvas are also intellectually sophisticated, physiologically complex and psychologically ambivalent.
Each is an odd mélange of abstraction and figuration, a conflicted mess so radically idiosyncratic that it is out of step with itself, many times over. Deeply discombobulated, a painting by Anderson does not march to the beat of its own drum so much as it strives to keep time with a slew of different rhythms. Each of its marks, shapes, figures and forms strikes out on its own adventure. Anarchy ensues.
Think of his paintings as the visual equivalent of burps. Gassy and atmospheric — and with surprising kick — they relate to our bodies in ways that less confident, and less original, works of art do not.
The emotional roller-coaster begins with “Farm to Table Dinner Theatre,” a 5-by-4-foot canvas whose figure-ground ambiguity turns space inside out. Big city trends and country-bumpkin entertainment make strange bedfellows in Anderson’s topsy-turvy rendition of local color in a global world.
“Oligarchs at an Olive Garden” looks to the suburbs, where it finds pomp and ceremony in all walks of life. Ancient Greek ideals and money-grubbing vulgarity mix like the ingredients of an ill-conceived cocktail.
Likewise, “Holding Food-Court” and “Ort” appear to be made of nothing but false starts — those moments in a project when you know that you have been pursuing the wrong goals. The only option is to stop. And start over. Not from the beginning, but further back.
Somehow, Anderson transforms mistakes and miscues and miscalculations into paintings with a life all their own. Futility and perseverance dovetail. Appearances and reality are tugged apart. The perspective that slowly unfolds reveals that just about everything in the world is not what it seems to be. Anderson’s “Supper Club” leaves visitors with loads to chew on.
CES Gallery, 711 Mateo St., Los Angeles, (213) 880-5474, through May 14. Closed Sundays and Mondays. www.carlesmithgallery.com