NEW YORK, NY.- The seven, wrote Syd Barret in his lyrics for Pink Floyds song Chapter 24, is the number of the young light / It forms when darkness is increased by one. Minus the music, the bare poetry has the feel of a murmured alchemical fugue, and its one of the touchstones for William Monks creative process, in which, as Barrett wrote, Things cannot be destroyed once and for all.
They can only change in Monks case, by evolving through a mesh of subject-matter and imagery which, over the last fifteen years, has informed paintings which often radiate a sizzling colour-voltage, like tapestries about to burst into flame; others have the organic, hyper close-up quality of an electron-micrograph; some are like freeze-frames in a pulsing mescaline vision.
More recently, the triggers (or perhaps incantations) for his paintings have included Pompeii, the I-Ching, the winter solstice, Palm Springs, Frith the sun god in Richard Adams Watership Down, Californian forest fires, and cinematic sources such as Michelangelo Antonionis quasi-apocalyptic film endings, and the Stanley Kubricks hyper-realities.
These source materials, like his compositions, are not fully informative, never literally expressive of his essential subjectmatter, which concern cycles of life, death, and transcendence. Monk is cryptic rather than conceptual. I hope to paint my attitudes and ideas, Monk explains. But I dont try to force it. I let it happen naturally. They seem to come through better when I glance sideways rather than straight ahead, so to speak. Id fail if I tried to force onto the work what I might think of as myself. Or, worse still, what I might think I should say about the world.
Monks ideal creative condition is an only-just-conscious awareness of the way painted form, colour, texture, and specific figurations develop into compositions that seem to be knowable or decodable, but are essentially fugitive; the titles and subject matter of his paintings are never precisely connected. A correlation in music would be the Beatles Revolution 9, which quickly abandons its hypnotically repetitive spoken opening and becomes something else entirely; or in film and television, the unsettling pace, over-long scenes and back-projections in A Clockwork Orange, and the foregrounds and backgrounds moving at different speeds in classic Warner Brothers cartoons.
In Monks latest paintings at GRIMMs 202 Bowery show we encounter the luminously cryptic remains of his processes of imagining and painting. The canvases carry irregular intensities of detail, line, foreground and background. We know what the individual figurations represent, but we dont necessarily know why theyre combined in the way they are even though we occasionally see certain shapes or perspectives that reappear in his work.
Some of these familiars originate in paintings of the sun that Monk made as a child: red or orange circle inside larger yellow circles (which recur in paintings such as 2014s Untitled (atomic flower power). Those early, clearly defined circles may partly explain his instinct to make some compositions that are vividly divisional, giving them primitive or even obsessive art brut qualities. We see starkly divisional compositions in newer paintings such as And the Seventh Brings Return, Pompeii I, Alone in the Clouds All Blue, and Exhale and the Kingdom.
The Pompeii series, painted in Monks Brooklyn studio, has an apocalyptic subtext. He equates the ancient ruins with a potential alternate future for Palm Springs: I cant help imagining people visiting this utopia in hundreds of years time, and finding ash-casts of the Rat Pack.
But he also quotes Pliny, who wrote in AD 79: Then there fell a shower of ashes so dense that at the distance of seven leagues from the volcano, one had to shake ones clothing continually, so as not to be suffocated . . . At lengths, the light returned gradually, and the star that sheds it reappeared, but pallid as an eclipse. The whole scene around us was transformed: the ashes, like a heavy snow, covered everything. There is something of that atmosphere in new paintings such as Smoke Ring Mountain.
The transformational light that Pliny witnessed beneath Vesuvius is essentially no different to the young light that replaces darkness in Syd Barretts lyrics and no different again to the flames and morning glows on William Monks canvases at 202 Bowery.
Jay Merrick, critic and essayist for publications including The Independent, ICON, and Architectural Review.