|   I first met Ronnie Landfield in New York
                before his debut at David Whitney’s new gallery on Park
                Avenue South. That must have been 1968 or 1969. As is often the case with substantive artists, Landfield’s
              area of interest — one of abstraction with a landscape orientation — was
              already squarely set in its course. That course clearly carries
            through twenty years to this day. Although it is not my intention in this statement to engage in
              critical analysis of Landfield’s art or trace its development,
              I do have a thought that hopefully will benefit the visitor to
            his upcoming exhibition at the Linda Farris Gallery in Seattle. Ronnie Landfield paints abstracted landscapes. Landscapes that
              are not motifs painted directly from nature but are rather invented
              to meet his needs as an artist. His paintings are part of a tradition
            of invented landscapes that goes back to the 15th century in Italy. The Albertian invention of perspective led artists to invent deep
              space landscapes such as the related versions of “The Agony
              in the Garden” by Giovanni Bellini and Andrea Mantegna which
            we encounter when we visit The National Gallery in London. Leonardo’s fantastic landscape backgrounds and Giorgione’s
              mystic vistas are the highlight of this tradition at the turn of
            the century. There is a special infusion of energy into tradition from the
              north through Durer in the early part of the 16th century, and
              again through Adam Elshimer a hundred years later. By the 17th
              century this genre was in full swing both south and north of the
              Alps, with the likes of Domenichino, Claude Larrain, Poussin, Seghers,
            Rembrandt and Ruisdael, to name only a few. By the 19th century the great English painters, Constable and
              Turner, the Germans, Friedrich and Dahl and the French, from Corot
              to Courbet, made their contribution. As do the great Americans,
              Inness and Ryder and the much underrated Italian, Macchiaioli.
              Through the end of the century and the beginning of the next we
              have Van Gogh, Hodler, Cezanne and Mondrian, followed by Braque,
              Matisse, Vuillard, Bonnard and Nolde. On this side of the Atlantic
              we had Hartley, Dove, O’Keeffe and Avery painting in this
            tradition. The list is long — and I have left out many great artists.
              However my inclusions should impress upon the reader that all the
              artists mentioned above have tapped a deep psychological wellspring
              with their landscapes. Regardless of their time and the movements
              to which they have been assigned by the art writers, and regardless
              of their personal styles or the theories that had been purported
              to dictate their painting, each and every one strikes this psychological
              chord that is so basic, that I suggest its origin is locatable
              in the very creation and development of the eye. Which, after all
              accounts, seems to have taken place in the landscape, on this planet,
              over the last eight to ten million years. Therefore, the fact that
              our attraction to the landscape — and the rendering of that
              landscape — exists on such a basic level should come as little
            surprise. What is a surprise to me is that the great preponderance of art
              writing in modern times has disregarded the visual enterprise — both
              the making and the viewing of art — as a psychological one.
              Rather the writers of art have, by and large, regarded the enterprise
              to be a verbal one. Criticism offered by the philosophers of art
              seem to act out some semantic need — a need to put art and
              the entire framework for art in terms of language or some language
            system. This comes as a surprise to me because art seems to be clearly
              visual, non-verbal and asemantic. The power of the visual is found
              in the fact that great truths can be communicated without language,
              or language systems, by and to individuals, without those individuals
            needing language skills. After all, the eye developed as an incredibly complex sensing
              device over the last ten million years — long before the
            invention of language. What does all this have to do with an artist such as Ronnie Landfield? Briefly, let us see. Landfield arrived on the scene in the heyday of post painterly
              abstraction. Greenbergian criticism, which held sway at that time,
              seems to be based on the belief that art is self informed. Painting’s
              physical aspects as an object, its shape and support, combine with
              its formal aspects, its flatness and color, to form both the art
            and the subject of the art. For Landfield, and other artists whose work was judged by this
              criteria, this often meant a more or less flawed reading when psychological
              insights would have been more appropriate considering the origins
            of his painting. By the 1970s we had the rehabilitation of Marcel Duchamp, conceptual
              and process art, and the much heralded death of painting. The emergence
              of the great semiotic critics Michael Fried and Rosalind Krauss
              ushered in an era where language signified the triumph of the idea
            over the eye. This was hardly the milieu to engage the serious painter in a
            critical dialogue as the critics of the 1970s failed to do. Landfield and the other serious painters (and there are at least
              two dozen or more) who prevailed through the wall of indifference
              and neglect of the 1970s faired little better in the 1980s, when
              fashion and fashion marketing techniques became partners with the
              Neo Marxist social thinkers such as Baudrillard. For some, mainly
              the adherents to the Neo-Geo, this combination forged a belief
              system where it is hard to separate the jargon of the social thinkers
              from a marketing pitch that claimed that creativity in the arts
              is a myth and that art is no more than a commodity object that
              is traded — thereby reallocating capital in the postindustrial
              world. These people claim that the artist no longer exists as a
              thinkable possibility — therefore implying that the viewer
              no longer exists. In short they are saying that art is not a visual
            enterprise, but rather an ingredient in a model of capitalism. Again we have an unhappy climate for the serious painter. Where does this put Ronnie Landfield as a substantive artist in
            1988? Happily, I believe, he and other painters like him are not in
              bad shape. These artists who have been steadily working over the
              last two decades continue to paint. They make art as part of a
              visual enterprise, an enterprise involving the artist, his intentions
            and the receptive viewer. The power of his art is that his intentions are accessible to
              the viewer through the eye as a sensing device rather than through
              any restrictive arbitration by a language system. The viewer is
              then part of this visual-psychological enterprise, which is basically
            asemantic. A fact that the visitor to the Ronnie Landfield exhibition will
            do well to keep in mind as they enter the gallery. Nicholas Wilder New York City March 1988   |