About Simplicism
By McArthur Binion
[Text from lecture presented at G. R. N'Namdi Gallery,
Detroit,
October 3, 2004.]
Firstly, you should know that this show is dedicated to my
mother, Martha Stowers Binion, and my father, Reverend Earl
Binion. I lost them both in the last eighteen months. Since
I began writing poetry (I was a poet before I was a painter,
I wrote because I couldn't speak), they have and even now continue
to guide my work, my work ethic and the choices I consider
and choose. They gave me simplicism.
Simplicm comes from humble beginnings. Simplicism employs
only necessary tools. Simplicism stays focused and works hard
because it values focus and work; but also in the service of
a larger purpose. Sometimes family, sometimes justice, sometimes
money, sometimes abstract art. Simplicism is the evolution
of a process I created in New York over twenty years ago called
handmade geometry, and of an enterprise I later called modern
: ancient : brown. I see simplicism as a world-wide movement.
My family moved to Detroit from Mississippi with hundreds
and thousands of other families making their way to northern
cities from the south. My father and my uncle (they'd married
two sisters) came to Detroit, got work in the Cadillac plant
and sent for their families. There were 18 of us in a two-bedroom
house at 8 Mile and Monte Vista.
Tenant farmers turned factory workers.
We broke the color line in our neighborhood in 1952.
After the move, my mother raised eleven children and cleaned
other folks' houses five days a week.
I was the first black person to graduate from Cranbrook Academy
of Art with a Master of Fine Arts degree.
Consistent with earlier work, the simplicism series
involves a laborious application process that forms the "under-work" of
each piece. Autobiographical preoccupations frame and filter
this structure, which relies on color, chance and strength
to determine where and how the layering is built up in the
finished piece. The intense physicality of this technique owes
as much to the action painting tradition as it does to the
field labor of sharecroppers–the same hands that bled
picking cotton as a child now bleed from the abrasion of
colored wax on wood. I am a worker; I come from a family
of workers; this is art/work. Simplicism is Mississippi and
Cranbrook Academy, Detroit and New York and Chicago: an attempt
to align my histories. My field-hand-to-auto-worker ancestry
and my classical art education collide, revealing the under-conscious
only I know.
Until now.
For me, and I hope for you, what is abstract is not a mystery.
It is an acceptance, a welcome, a joint venture. It is a convergence
disallowed by language. It is an opportunity to see something
not seen before.
My work comes from a place not involved so much with art history
as with my own history. And my history is somewhat unusual
in the art world and it leads me to take a non-traditional
approach to making paintings.
Yes, it's a voice. Yes, it's an expression. Yes, it's an expression
of a particular voice, with a particular history. But the particularity
is the thing; the depth below the surface is the thing.
If you see, as opposed to look, and like or don't like the
particularity, then you are moved to look further. Maybe you
choose other work to go to, but you go somewhere.
The artists I look for, the ones I pursue and even revere,
are not primarily painters or printmakers. They are musicians
and they are sculptors. Two visual artists that I have been
close to and who have impressed me with their will to offer
something complete and to compose in a new idiom are Judy Pfaff
and David Hammons. Judy reinterprets painting and sculpture
to produce a unique personal vision. David likes to pick up
trash-like things on the street and make them into art, or
bounce a charcoal-covered basketball on paper to create drawings.
But his visual interests are always about the work ethic and
its interaction with the black community.
Fundamentally, the work ethic in my work is the same thing
as my work. The materiality I create is the image. The materiality
I create is the image. Since 1973, when I left Detroit, I
have positioned my work not so much between, but alongside,
pure abstraction and figurative imagery. In past work, there
has been the grid, the documentary photograph, the map, the
root vegetable. The figurative image in this work is me,
I am literally the dimensions of the work. This is where
my parents come in. The connection, the focus, me–the
product.
My paintings, all my paintings, explore modernist iconography
while conjuring cultural memory from personal history. Essentially,
I hope to evoke the tactile pleasure of all-over abstraction
and combine it with the responsibility of representation and
association: I want to trigger the viewer to mine the surfaces
and posit questions and answers in confronting the canvas,
the wood, the paper. I understand the power of painting as
a historical document: as an engagement with formal concerns;
as a record of what the hand of the artist can and cannot do
in the age of mechanical representation; as a struggle with
the authority of memory and the media (which is the material)
and the media (which is commerce).
This is what I understand, I see it all, and I keep to the
work.