Robert Pincus, " Subtle Connections from Raul Guerrero," San Diego Union Tribune, August 1998.
"A usable past": That enduring phrase belongs to Van Wyck Brooks, a key cultural historian and literary critic from the early years of this waning century. But it hasn't lost its relevance. You can imagine Raul M. Guerrero, subject of two absorbing exhibitions, embracing these same words.
History is made personal in the work of the 52-year old artist, who has called San Diego home for almost two decades. Nearly everywhere you look in his retrospective at the downtown quarters of the Museum of Contemporary Art, San Diego, or in his solo show at the Porter Troupe Gallery in Hillcrest, there's an evocation of the past — be it in renderings of an Olmec sculpture, a dying buffalo on the American plains or the ghost of early 20th century photographer Tina Modotti rising above a dinner party.
Picturing the past in and of itself is never a goal for Guerrero. Interpreting the story of the Americas is a way of understanding himself.
Mexican and American history are large concerns in Guerrero's work, because his family saga mixes both. His grandparents may have immigrated to the United States in 1890, but the link with his Mexican and Indian past (he is part Tahumara and Yacqui) is important to Guerrero's art. These shows can be taken as visual autobiography, though not in the confessional mode to which we've become accustomed in this decade of the bare-all memoir. The connection between Guerrero's life and art is subtle and, at times, covert.
His work has changed through the years. The 39 selections in his MOCA retrospective, which carries the intriguing title "Problems and Marvelous Secrets of the Indies," are ample evidence. He began his career as a conceptual artist, using found objects, photography and any other media to fulfill his vision. but for more than a decade, he's been thoroughly committed to painting. Along the way, he's cultivated an interest and talent for mosaic tile, which exhibits itself in a series of heads commanding the center of the gallery space.
Two constants persist. There's his fascination with societal symbols — Mexican, American, Indian, European or Cosmopolitan Pop. And there is his consistent search for larger spiritual and emotional truths.
At the museum, the earliest work is a reconstruction of a Yacqui devil mask, attached to a motor. Put your foot on the pedal and the mask rotates in circular fashion.
The argument of Guerrero's "Rotating Yaqui Mask" (1973) is elegant. The object isn't meant to be contemplated as a precious artifact, even if it is persuasively demonic; it was intended for use in ritual dances. Thus, the viewer can make it twirl and perform a kind of surrogate ritual. Guerrero's use of the mask is a fresh, wry slant on a conventional symbol — an it's an inspired trick he manages repeatedly in the retrospective.
He achieves it with the appearance of another Yaqui mask, in the painting "Pool of Palenque" (1985). A frog in the picture stares dumbly into space, uninterested in the sight of a mask hovering in mid-air and surrounded by butterflies. But the mask, looking every bit a mystical apparition, is the central attraction for the viewer — underscoring the point that man is the creature who thirsts for spiritual meaning in the universe while the rest of nature is content with being part of nature.
Cinematic dimension: Guerrero takes a cliche-burdened icon, like the musician in a sombrero serenading a reclining senorita, and gives it a quirky kind of poignancy by lending it a cinematic dimension in "Little by Little" (1993) Superimposed words read: "Fin/Es una pelicula mexicano en Mexiscope," as if this were the last image in a movie. And the theme created through the artist's wedding words and picture: The movie is old, a relic of another era, and so is the Mexico this picture embodies. And yet the artist, a Romantic himself, is drawn to the idealized world this image represents, even if it's one more visual fiction.
Even when Guerrero ventures into the contemporary world, the past is present. "Streets of Mexico City" (1993 -98), the most generously represented series in his museum exhibition, derives from an extended stay in that metropolis. But the people in these paintings can't seem to elude the past.
The specter of photographer, silent film actress and revolutionary Tina Modotti haunts a dinner party in the first of these 12 scenes. In the second, tourists are taking a snapshot of a contemporary sculpture, but the ancient statue standing behind them looks as if it is about to come to life. In the 10th, a pair of guys in cowboy garb are talking about a mural picturing a bygone era, and the native Mexican in the scene looks much like them; past and present are intimately linked, Guerrero here insists.
Painting the past: Being able to retrace Guerrero's development as a painter is a major pleasure of this show. "Pool of Palenque" is a beginning point, but like other works from that series (not seen here) it's remarkably mature in terms of craft and composition.
Only a year earlier, in 1984, he had spent several months in Oaxaca teaching himself to paint with oils. But Guerrero was already an accomplished draftsman. Early silk prints from 1980 reveal his skill with line.
This exhibition leaves no doubt that Guerrero has extended his range as a painter since the 80's. The museum's assistant curator, Toby Kamps, organizer of the show, plays to the artist's strengths when he includes three paintings from Guerrero's brilliant series, "The Conquest of the Americas" (1995).
In each, the artist paints the same reclining nude — borrowed from Velasquez's "Venus of the Mirror" from 1649-1651. Venus admiring herself in the looking glass becomes a sort of metaphor for the Spanish explorer, so admiring of his own culture and so disdainful of the indigenous ones. And the route traced on her body becomes a wonderfully concise representation of the way the land has been conveyed as a woman, to be tamed and exploited.
Another of Kamp's judicious choices is "Reign of Gold" (1992) is a beautifully layered image in which an Olmec sculpture, its belly lined with coins, is the most prominent sight. Lurking in the background is a scene from the 1660 wedding of Spanish princess Maria Theresa and French king Louis XIV.
Guerrero presumes a bit of knowledge here. The wedding marked a power shift in the Americas, which increased French and diminished Spanish influence. ( A wall label fills you in.) But the larger subject is the pursuit of wealth through colonization that left indigenous cultures out in the cold.
Kamp isn't as astute, however, with the weaker "Streets of Mexico" series, which would have benefited from a smaller representation. And having less of that work could have made room for more from his 1985 Oaxaca and the Tijuana night-life paintings, which deserve larger samplings.
Sumi brush painter: "The Great Plains" at the Porter Troupe Gallery, Guerrero's first solo show in three years, finds him circling back toward a subject he tackled in the early '90's: the settlement of the West. More specifically, this exhibition is about the waxing of American culture and the waning of American Indian societies in the 19th century.
The strongest paintings in this wide-ranging show feature buffaloes. Three years ago, he said, "I want the paint to flow the way a Sumi brush painter's would." And in the panoramic oil and sand on linen "Buffalo Hunt: Catlin" (1997) Guerrero does just that.
A second painting, its image also borrowed from a famous 19th-century photograph by George Catlin, is a searingly mournful image of a single creature, its face dripping with blood and his eyes fully cognizant of his coming end.
Nearly all the images are borrowed from Catlin and a pair of other 19th -century observers of Indians and the intersection of Indians and Europeans - painters Karl Bodmer and Earl Jacob Miller. In most of them, there is too little transformation and too much borrowing, even if they are deftly painted. Guerrero hasn't made the past personal in most of these pictures which is the hallmark of his strongest work.
Still, one uneven exhibition doesn't diminish Guerrero's achievement. Taken together these shows chronicle an artist who has found a way to bring history to life and bring his history to life.
This is a retrospective worth doing and the second floor of the Museum of Contemporary art's downtown space is a fine venue for it. But as with last summer's survey for Jay Johnson, there's one glaring omission: no exhibition catalog. A show of this scope and importance in an artist's career shouldn't be without one. The museum does itself and Guerrero a disservice by not offering an accompanying publication to its audience.
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