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Landscape, Memory and Identity: Still More Stories From the World We
Live In
Past Work

By Catherine Fox
 The Atlanta Journal Constitution

Published 09.18.95

No slackers here: The 12 artists in this Arts Festival of Atlanta exhibit are a focused lot, operating admirably in their chosen (two- dimensional) mediums and seriously going about the business of setting their artistic courses.

Curator Jerry Cullum selected the group, all younger than 30 years old, with an eye for diversity of approaches. Jennifer Cawley and Darius Hill represent the resurgence of abstraction. Pods, seeds and spheres float on a heavily inflected white ground in Cawley's handsome paintings. She deftly manages the large scale, adding visual weight to the fairly spare compositions by texturing the surface with wax, incised lines and heavy paint. If her vocabulary and not-quite-refined execution bring to mind Terry Winters, Hill's more angular abstractions are strangely reminiscent of French abstraction of the '50s and '60s. The works on view are characterized by vaguely mechanical-looking imagery, sensual surfaces and a palette dominated by white, black and gray but punctuated by touches of brightly colored marks.

Jena Sibille is the lone example of work that addresses social issues. Given the level of ranting to which we have been subjected in the past years, her emphasis on hope and reconciliation is a welcome anomaly. A young black girl clutching a curiously alive-looking doll of a white woman is the protagonist of the eerie "With Hope Good Morning." A wall of flames behind her separates her from a tree with a lynching rope hanging from a branch and a plantation in the distance. Executed in broad strokes of pastel, this "exvoto," as she calls it, appears to symbolize putting the past behind.

Regressive cartoon stuff is all the rage in New York and Los Angeles, a descendant of primitivizing art brut, pop art and the modernist game of shocking the bourgeoisie. Or maybe it's just a love of comics. At any rate, this genre, favored by Jordie Hudson, who makes her kidlike drawings on ruled paper, and Wendy Given, who works with a cast of Pinocchio-nosed creatures, seems to me aimless and adolescent, if at times endearingly goofy.

Caroline Lathan-Stiefel's latter-day Wedgwood - ghostly white reliefs on castoff wood - are considerably more resonant. "Reaching," the largest and most interesting piece, features enigmatic vignettes on an old door that seem at once personal and archetypal: a disembodied arm reaching, a la Michelangelo, toward a young girl; a young woman navigating a boat; an anxious bedside vigil. They suggest life, death and the journey in between: an exemplar of the festival's theme - messages from the everyday world.

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