lynton wells

Lynton Wells: The Secrets of Ornament
Dave Hickey

There are very few best-kept secrets in the realm of contemporary art. A culture fueled by gossip and adjudicated by journalism militates against it, but secrets do exist, simply because the gossips and journalists who chronicle the passing fashions—who are, in fact, witnesses to art and constructors of value—conceive themselves as witnesses to and constructors of history. Thus, in periods like our own, when the ambient idea of history is institutionally adrift and undergoing one of its periodic reconstructions, secrets get kept, and the paintings of Lynton Wells are cases in point: best-kept secrets, and open secrets, too, since nearly everyone knows and admires Wells’ paintings without knowing exactly what to say about them.

The problem is this: Within the broad field of practice and concern that constitutes the purview of Western art, Wells’ paintings propose themselves with passion and authority. Within the imaginary history that informs our present idea of art’s progression, however, the paintings seem, almost willfully, to resist explanation, simply because they draw their resources from practices and attitudes that have been comfortably forgotten, and look forward to a future yet to be conceived. This, of course, is not an unusual situation in the history of art. What is unusual is our recent reluctance to greet works of art that elude our canons of description with enthusiasm—to confront and examine such works in hopes of expanding the field of artistic possibility. Art history, today, is defined within an ever-narrowing range of promise and precedent. We want what we expect, and, expecting to find what we want we do.

Simply construed, painting in the moment is seen as awaking from its long conceptual sleep, looking back to a bravura, expressionist past and looking forward to a thoughtfully designed and willfully decorative future. Wells’ paintings, however, for all their bravura execution and thoughtful design, are neither expressionist nor decorative in tone or temper. The expressive mark of paint applied by the loaded brush in the artist’s hand—the mark, that, in tribal colloquy of the New York art world, defines real painting—is nowhere present in Wells’ paintings. It has been willfully abolished and replaced by scattered, raw pigment and physical drawing, writing and scoring. The conceptual associations of wells ecriture, however, are suppressed as well by the sheer gestural elegance of his writing, while the decorative function of raw pigment and handsome gesture is mitigated by the devotion of the paintings to their subject.

The presumption of expressive art, of course, is that the work is somehow expressive of the artist as a creature in the world. The presumption of conceptual art is that the object represents and refers us to some absent, intellectual signified. The presumption of decorative art is that art somehow enhances the paintings’ setting in the world. Contrary to all these presumptions, Wells’ paintings elaborate the celebrate what is—what exists in the world on their won terms. They assert their autonomy by distancing themselves from the artist who made them, from the ideas that inform them and the spaces where they live. All their expressive energy, intellectual acuity and celebratory elaboration is focused on the subject of the painting itself as an object of devotion worthy of ornament. This is the agenda of Renaissance frescos, Gothic cathedrals, and impressionist paintings. It is an old agenda that has lost none of its relevance. We have simply forgotten the words we once used to talk about it.

Published on the occasion of exhibitions of recent paintings and works on paper at the Rebecca Ibel Gallery and Post Gallery, March 1 – April 14, 2001

Sex, 2002-03
Raw Pigment, Acrylic Resin and Ink on Canvas,
58 x 45 inches

Lynton Wells: The HEART OF WIT
Dave Hickey.

I’ve been an admirer and supporter of Lynton Wells Paintings since 1972, when I became director of the Reese Gallery in New York and inherited a stable of young New York artists—or, as it often seemed, an “unstable” of artists.  Lynton Wells was the jewel of this inheritance and, to my mind at least, has remained so.  From that time until this, Wells’ Paintings have managed to occupy rich but under populated domain – that of cosmopolitan intellectual spectacle, never veering into the fashionable domain of pure spectacle – or into the equally fashionable domain of the pure intellect.  And, as a consequence, Wells’ paintings seem like fashionable paintings-but fashionable paintings from some more complex alternate universe.

In the present moment, however, in a period of art’s history that seems to [refer the “ beautiful but dumb” and the “smart but ugly”, to anything in between, Wells’ refusal to give in to either may be regarded as quixotic, perverse or honorable depending on your point of view.  Most likely it is a combination of three, but to those of us who care, Wells’ wit and urbanity always functions as a welcome respite in a witty, urbane art world that is inexplicably dedicated to the primitive and the academic-a breathe of fresh air in a complex and contradictory art culture that is increasingly devoted to declarations of simple virtue in simpler format.

Wells” new paintings are a case in point.  Their subject matter, insofar as it can be generalized, would see to circle around Darwinian ideas of evolution (and devolution) as they apply to the history of cultural conduct-and they seem to be set in a contemporary approximation of Darwin’s historical moment.  The text and images in these paintings float in a proliferation of Victorian filigree that ease ironically off into pastel, gestural extravagance- Polock and de Kooning wittily devolved.  Thus the elegant presentation always hovers on the edge of intellectual dishabille-in much the same way that their august historical allusions are casually undercut by the bathetic intervention of “marge” and “ernie”- emblems of the quotidian present.

The surest signifier of the Wells’ cosmopolitan wholeheartedness, I think, is in the text of these paintings—or rather, in the fact that the textual intervention in these paintings are elegantly framed and set in elegant typefaces-a simple accommodation to visible order that casually subverts the whole contemporary idea of using text in visual art- of using it as a refuge from elegance- as a hideout from the visible world.  And there is no such hideout from visibility in Wells’ work-nor from the imaginary world of intellect.  Mind and body do not slit, and although this is no more than we expect from life, it is a real surprise in contemporary art.  But Lynton Wells is a surprising artist-on of the best artists in that richer, alternate world.

October 1995