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Power And The Language Of Abstraction

The language of abstraction can address a model of the universe that’s slippery and fluid; exquisitely accurate and irreducible on the one hand but inconceivably colossal on the other. We live in a world wherein the smallest stuff is neither energy nor matter—and yet both. Abstraction can allude to the conceptually unwieldy intersection of these disparate realities like no other visual language.

Abstraction, because it is so conceptually wide open, is relevant to art now because we live in a world which increasingly defies codification. Abstraction can be broad while also intimate. As visual language, it references the known while simultaneously alluding to the unknown. While abstraction can be a viewed in a formal sense, without any other references or associations, it can also be something that takes you elsewhere—if the work provides and you let it. Abstraction can call to the surface very deep-seated unconscious experiences. I’m gonna brag here a little to make a point: This story is about an ‘explosively powerful’ painting: a painting that threw a man in the air like a land mine.

A while back, I was painting large abstracted vortices that suggested a kind of light pouring through them. A WWII vet saw one of my paintings and literally fell backwards. When a friend came to help him up and asked him if he was alright, he staggered to his feet and said, “yeah, I’m okay. It’s just that that painting was an experience I had in the war.” The man’s friend said to me later, “you are one powerful painter!” True story.

Getting ready for Florida

I am looking forward to installing a few large pieces from my Occlusion series for a show of selected works this coming month. 

The work will be on view at: UCF – Center for Emerging Media -Studio Art and the Computer Gallery 500 West Livingston Street, Orlando, Florida 

 The show runs November 1-30 

Occlusion Series, Untitled I 

  Occlusion Series, Untitled I, 56″ x 46″, Acrylic and metal pigment on canvas 

From the press release:

Margaret Pettee Olsen will exhibit selections of new work at UCF Center for Emerging Media, Orlando, Florida.  Pettee Olsen’s abstractions use reflective pigments, creating color-shifting surfaces which change depending on the light and the viewer’s perspective. The work alludes to the creation and or dissolution of internal meta-worlds.  Pettee Olsen records her entries and departures of movement through these worlds through her handling of the paint with brush and other, more discreet methods of application, inviting the viewer to enter in.  

A graduate of the Rhode Island School of Design, and Columbia University, Pettee Olsen’s career began pulling limited edition prints for master printers in New York City.   She is presently working on projects in the American Southwest including a worldwide project with her partner, former master printer and global network architect, William Martin Olsen.

Reflections on New Mexico

If you’ve ever walked the narrow roads of Sante Fe, you’d almost get a visceral sense of the different shoes that have traveled there over the centuries because little has changed in the architecture and the land.  However, your attention to the dusty, narrow sidewalks and scrub pine peeking through fences would soon wander as you’d be distracted by the light and sky. Walking down canyon road, now entirely lined with art galleries in original low slung, ancient spaces, you cannot help but hold your face to the North.
Everyone walking the Canyon turns to face the horizon, the rolling rough hills and distant mesas, but most importantly the light.
The domed sky is constantly moving , always dancing, opening up.  You get a sense of why artists are drawn to paint.   It is no wonder Georgia O”Keeffe, Agnes Martin and Susan Rothenburg found their homes here. Sante Fe captures artists souls gladly.

A Familiar Print

In Sante Fe I visited with my old friend Carter Walker who came down from Albuquerque to go look at galleries with me and my friend Bernadette from Aspen.

I looked at galleries all week,  among them Zane Bennett Gallery.  It is located in The Railyard District which I happened by and saw a Sam Francis work in the window, causing a flashback  of my times at Petersburg Press Gallery. I chatted with a director and the exhibitions coordinator who, upon seeing my surprise when I came up the flight of stairs and face to face with a Motherwell print my husband had pulled and I had assisted with in 1988, showed me through the stacks, and other works in storage.   Together we perused the Motherwell catalogue raisonne first, then other works on paper and canvas.    Seeing that print was a time traveling experience which took me back to 1988 in Manhattan on Varick Street, near Canal.
If I ever get the chance to see Robert Motherwell’s works on paper I take it. He was brilliant painter, a marvelous editor of his own work.

After this trip down memory lane I felt unusually energized. I wanted to go back home and paint.  But I hadn’t yet finished  with what Sante Fe had to offer.  I wanted to time travel further back.  The Georgia O’Keeffe Museum, a block and a half from my casita, which the manager told Bernadette and me, had been US Officers Quarters (during the Mexican American War?)  was only a three minute walk.   I tend to get visually overwhelmed after looking at art for too long so I had planned to visit the museum at intervals during the day.  During these periods of visual digestion I’d walk back to my casita and stare at the ceiling in the darkness.  Then, off I’d go again to see Georgia O’Keeffe’s work or photos of her by Alfred Stieglitz and other of her friends.  The museum guards began to  recognize and greet me each time, with announcements of  “back again!”  I’d wave and smile, miming my passion for her work.  Interestingly, as a very young artist I was never taken by O’Keeffe.  I knew her as a painter of flowers, however clever.  But it wasn’t until I looked at her work in person, in Sante Fe… well… there was so much more.  Recently the works were part of a newly curated exhibition  called Georgia O’Keeffe: Abstraction at The Whitney.  It’s about time.

Still,  understanding just a little bit more about this strong, slender woman, afraid of nothing, with her muscular hands and will of iron, I began to sense how she felt alternately imprisoned by her times, yet through her wit and great talent alternately vindicated and freed from stereotypes about women in general and women artists in particular.  She kept people amazed and willing to look  in new ways- at the world at large and beyond that to the world and history of painting.