Who am I kidding with the asterixes?
Anyway, several months ago I began to write a review about San Antonio Draws, a “night of a thousand stars” variety show at the McNay Art Museum. Then I stopped writing it for reasons that are completely emotional and not rational at all. I’ll tell you why at the end. There’s a monster at the end of this blog post.
This show is over, dammit. It was good. The McNay’s curator of prints and drawings, Lyle Williams, chose thoughtful stand-alone 2D work from each artist (there were 28) for the Lawson Print Gallery. He balances the recognizable drawings with more risky, downright eccentric works: Ed Saavedra‘s contribution, for example, sprawls tiny and spiderlike over the pages of a small day planner, and Marlys Dietrick drew and gouached an entire deck of tragicomic playing cards:
Some images’ provenance is so readily identifiable that they’re like graffiti tags; like Judith Cottrell’s signature lyrical density of ballpoint-pen loops, Pollock-like in their rhythm but belying a rigorous, micro-focused detail.
Some really good stuff in there.
The first piece you saw in the print gallery, though, was a Nate Cassie drawing of the late Regis Shephard.
I had seen Regis in jpeg form, but never in person. Its generous scale, straightforward and confident execution, and plain ol’ beauty — even if you don’t know who Regis Shephard was – pack a wallop. And the drawing gives a nod to a tragic irony; except as a subject, there’s no Regis Shephard drawing in this show. Shephard died last July of a heart ailment before he was 40. He was a prominent and ever-promising Texas artist whose draftsmanship, I’m pretty sure, set stuff on fire.
Importantly, Cassie’s drawing was made before Shephard’s death; Cassie based the image loosely on a photograph he’d taken of Shephard when they were in the UTSA MFA program together in the 90′s. Cassie and Shephard stayed friends after grad school, later taught together at the historically-black St Philips College on the East Side. Cassie and Shephard had solidarity and disagreement, irritation and affection in their relationship, maybe a little competition. The push and pull of a longtime, living friendship is evident in Regis; the guy in this drawing is observed, not memorialized, his moment of interior thought reflected upon, years later, by another. Cassie’s gestural, loose strokes towards the bottom of the picture plane suggest the possibilities of the ongoing.
Nate Cassie’s charcoal portraiture is ceaselessly dynamic; his approach to documenting people, with a kinetic, gestural line and unfussy attention to the most essential visual data suffuses them with rough-hewn soul; note the broadly-sketched elbow, say, vs the tender ear.
Nate Cassie’s a multimedia monster; check out his website, where you’ll find video stills from his ongoing Day Job video series, which chronicles SA artists as they make a living, or the elegant blast of color and line in his Flora woodcuts.
(See Nate Cassie discuss his Luminaria entry of ’11 in this clip):
I enjoy the tradition of artists making portraits of other artists, in general. But this one stopped me cold, demonstrating as it did Cassie’s skill, and Shephard’s impact.
After I wrote about Cassie’s portrait of Regis Shephard, I couldn’t write anymore. I put the review away and didn’t open it again. It’s that double punch that shut down this review for me some months ago. But just a little over six weeks has passed since the one-year anniversary of Regis’s death, and he’s been on my mind. Also, I felt some unfinished business with regard to the artists in this show, so here’s the list of them, below, with links to their websites when possible.
Matthew van Hellen (video)
also by Sarah Fisch
- YES (the river knows) - June 19th, 2014
- No Walls: the Expanded Curatorial Practice of Michele Monseau - June 8th, 2014
- Chupacabrona, California (Two: Grad school confidential) - October 2nd, 2012
- Feedback: Sonic Youth’s “The Sprawl.” - September 28th, 2012
- Chupacabrona, California. (One.) - September 7th, 2012