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"Within a week of arriving here in this strange big city, not knowing a soul, I'd passed the driving test, bought a car, driven to Las Vegas and won some money, got myself a studio, started painting, all in a week. And I thought, it's just how I imagined it would be."
Yes, it's all so cinematic and unassuming. The Bleached-Blond Bespectacled One came to Hollywood; he decided to pounce in his risky but nonintrusive way; and, all along, his artwork has reflected this character. Hockney, perhaps the most famous living painter, has built an astoundingly successful career on the unlikely mix of innocuous beauty and startling insight. His subjects may pack that Hockney mildness, but like a philosopher who speaks rarely and softly, his underlying intentions are intelligent almost beyond radar levels. It takes a while to understand the cleverness of a Hockney, and in an era where contemporary art often gets its point across by grabbing you by the face and shaking you (more of a bully than a thinker, really), time with a Hockney is time well spent.
Since becoming what is essentially California's favorite adopted son, Hockney has shifted methods as often as that state introduces diet trends, and each phase is embraced just as heartily by his public. Now, at Pillsbury Peters Fine Art, a quasi-retrospective of his work illuminates just that: Hockney doesn't sit still for long -- in terms of material, style, or geography -- yet pretty much everything he attempts, he pulls off with the grace of a hopeful and experimental pro athlete. He's as good at playing third base as he is at playing tight end.
Photographic collages, printmaking, pure abstraction, cubism -- you name it, he's tried it and won. Most of the works on display in this aptly titled Visions and Revisions he produced between 1982 and 1986, though one room of the gallery is dedicated to a 1995 series of large inkjet prints. Don't go looking for "A Bigger Splash" or "Neat Lawn"; this isn't a museum exhibition dedicated to landmark pieces. It's a gallery, selling his work in a price range somewhere between "you can't afford it" and "dream on." But that shouldn't stop you from viewing Hockney's chops up close. And you won't miss his droll homages to the pretty Hollywood vacuum, given all you have to work with here.
What really stands out in Visions and Revisions, more so than usual about Hockney, is his way of re-interpreting the innovations of artists who came before him: Matisse, Picasso, even Caravaggio. Hockney has always copped to his obsession with cubism, though he admits he didn't "get it" until his residency in Paris during the mid-1970s, a decade or more after he'd been dabbling with cubist concerns. Here, his handful of "home-made prints" combine the deliberate decorative motifs of Matisse with the linear gestures of Picasso, faces reduced to a few crucial angles and dimension slipping into intentional flatness. In the affable "Man Reading Stendhal," for instance, the subject evokes a minotaur after a glass of sherry, sitting quietly, meditating on his pretentious tome, the background a wash of upside-down text. It's good-natured, winking at you while compelling you to look closer, daring you to dismiss what may be the best use of surface and volume since ol' Pablo himself did it decades before.
On the same note, "Ian and Heinz," a spontaneous-looking portrait of a dog and his owner (or at least his owner's Converse-shorn feet) evokes the movement of Giacomo Balla's "Leash in Motion." "Stanley in a Basket" is a dog with a brown coat that crosses the textures of Nickelodeon claymation with the hyper-painterliness of Van Gogh. In the hands of one so skilled, these tributes are charming, if not provocative in the face of people expecting the opposite from an established great. Why would Hockney, who managed to cultivate his own style right out of the starting gate (upon his graduation from the Royal Academy of Art in London in 1962 he was deemed the leader of Pop Art), lean back on other artists' styles?
But Hockney has never bowed to expectations, which has always been his most ironic and straight path to success. What he has done instead is continually explore what makes art work; he established his credibility early, then dedicated himself to being a life-long student of stylistic approaches. Where most artists figure out which of their tricks sells and then sticks to it with only superficial variations, Hockney ducks and dodges and reinvents himself every few years, something even he acknowledges as a type of formula, but nonetheless a far more liberating one. Rarely, if ever, is an artwork's endurance rooted in public expectation, and Hockney's instinct for that fact has endured perhaps even better than his work.