NEW YORK, NY.- Too often, art galleries display only a veteran artists most recent production. Such exhibitions block historical perspective, which is necessary when an artist has had a substantial career. By presenting a full survey of three decades of Bill Beckleys art, this note perfect show reveals a great deal not just about his development, but also about larger changes within our art world. Beckley became an artist when conceptual art was the newly fashionable mode in New York. His Myself as Washington (1969), the earliest work of art in the show, anticipated Cindy Shermans role-playing photographs. In the 1970s he did marvelous combinations of words-and-images. Mao Dead (1976) consists of a headline from the New York Post juxtaposed to a page of text and two cibachrome photographs, which dont seem to be about Mao. Shoulder Blade (1977) offers an engaging play of eroticism as also does Deirdres Lip (1978), with a text about Deirdre set between images, which have no obvious relationship to that text. But in that decade he also did purely visual works like Hot and Cold Faucets with Drain (1975), a triptych with red and blue faucets set on either side of a yellow drain, shown in a close up large images.
In the past decade, abandoning the elliptical storytelling found in his earlier art, Beckley has made openly beautiful photographs. This was a complex, over determined change. In 2000, he was much influenced by seeing a vase of lilies outside a flower shop near his studio. Hes spoken, also, of his admiration for Barnett Newman whose zips appear somewhat like the flower stems in Station 1 and Station 10 (both 2001). More important in motivating this development, I suspect, were his literary interests. After editing volumes devoted to reprints of Walter Pater and John Ruskin, he produced two well-known anthologies, Uncontrollable Beauty: Toward a New Aesthetics (1998) and Sticky Sublime (2001).Beckley, so these books show, is an aesthete, and so not someone who could be permanently satisfied with the ironies of conceptual art. From early on he struggled to escape from the Puritanical world of his childhood. But conceptual art, he discovered, was also puritanical, too concerned with denial of visual pleasure to be satisfying. Hal Fosters famous anthology The Anti-Aesthetic: Essays on Postmodern Culture (1983) argued that contemporary art needed to abandon the search for harmony and wholeness traditionally associated with beauty. Beckley rejected that way of thinking. But this turn to beauty isnt a conversion or an avowal of faith or a dogmatic assertion, Thomas McEveilley has rightly said. Rather its just that Beckley still sees beauty: welcome or not, expected or not, there it issilently still among us.
When Beckley became a visual aesthete, making art without using words, he achieved a new directness. The largest room at Tony Shafrazi, gallery 2, presents his photographs from the past decade. You find there his flowers, Warwasong 4 and Warwasong 10 (both 2007) and the drop-dead-gorgeous abstract-looking images, Vases and Ashtray 2. Dont Smoke (2010) is one good example. Imagine some old master still life artist taking up photography and doing large images of contemporary subjects and you get some picture of these extraordinary works of art. Beckley, it turns out, is a great colorist. At the very start of his career, he greatly admired the early abstract art of Brice Marden and Frank Stella. In some ways, his recent photographs have more to do with their paintings than with classical conceptual art. Starting in what was a very difficult time for an aesthete he found a way to make ravishing art. His career thus is as strange as the fictional artists lives told in Paters Imaginary Portraits.