When I first saw the Gilbert and George image on the Bay Area Art Quake review, I was excited. I will visit San Francisco soon – where I spent five fabulous and formative years – so I can check out this exhibition. Then I finished the rest of Anna Conti’s account and realized how strange G and G must come off to the uninitiated. Not just strange but downright old fashioned. It refreshed my view about the fellows, but I still have a perverse attachment....
True: balding men in suits, gazing often at each other, body parts and body fluids – not exactly my thing, at least as descriptive words on paper.
And yet when I look at a Gilbert and George, and I’ve been doing that since at least the 80s, I just see grids of bright colors, crisp outlines in black and graphic gyration. They married color and some concerns generally attributed to paint with black and white photomontage. I tend to forget all the narrow, self-absorbed, inbred and potentially sexist references. Is this bad or good? I'll still probably see the show.
While in NYC I saw a lot of G and G, at Sonnabend and also some gallery on 57th, which did a great postcard exhibition. Like me, they collect picture postcards. They did what I always wanted to do – montaged them in a bombarding, repeat fashion.
The name of my gallery came from a Gilbert and George. I’ve had this postcard (above) for years, long before the gallery was a glimmer in my eye.