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magazine illustrations, too, and has the technique down
                                                                                    perfectly. He is a first-class illustrator by any standard.
                                                                                    But he is not content to show his prowess as a
                                                                                    technician and works toward some remote poetry of
                                                                                    disjuncture by isolating his images in what Alloway
                                                                                    calls 'clusters.' Thus, we have dogs and eyes, arrayed
                                                                                    on a glistening white canvas in no readable syntax, or
                                                                                    Hand, Mountain, Rope, Lipstick,  which, of all the
                                                                                    paintings, is the most arresting for its use of space, but
                                                                                    does not appreciably add to the very clever attention-
                                                                                    getting compositional techniques already present in the
                                                                                    magazine which he rifles for his imagery.
                                                                                     Enough has been said about Robert Rauschenberg's
                                                                                    celebrated use of the silkscreen image, which I think is
                                                                                    the most effective 'fusion' in the exhibition. Rauschen-
                                                                                    berg sustains continuity in his paintings by means of a
                                                                                    painter's judgments of space and hue and composition.
                                                                                    The photographic image is incidental to a whole, and
                                                                                    may be taken as an element just as a stroke or a symbol
                                                                                    is an element.
                                                                                     In Andy Warhol's work, on the other hand, the
                                                                                    photographic image is obtrusive, and the very substance
                                                                                    of his painting. Here Marilyn Monroe or Elizabeth
                                                                                    Taylor are doctored aesthetically, but remain essentially
                                                                                    photographic. The series in  Orange Disaster  (electric
                                                                                    chair repeated from frame to frame) is not much more
                                                                                    compelling than the series in  Jackie Kennedy.  My
                                                                                    objection to Warhol's paintings is not based on his use
                                                                                    of the photographic image, but on his softening
                                                                                    aestheticism.
                                                                                     Finally, there is one painting by Lynn Foulkes which,
         Joe  Raffaele  Hand, Mountain, Rope, Lipstick  1988 Oil on canvas 49 x 48 in.
         Lent to the Exhibition  The Photographic Image  by the Stable Gallery      together with Rauschenberg's work, stands out.
                                                                                    Foulkes' double-focus image of a canyon with its
                                                                                    stereoscopic overtones is influenced by photography,
                                 and plastic imitations of black-and-white photographic   but not dependent on it. The romantic message
                                 blow-ups quickly exhaust themselves. His subjects are   of isolation comes through regardless of the means.
                                 scenes and buildings that appear in news photos. They   If the photographic image is regarded as an instrument,
                                 are stated flatly. They loom up in cold, filtered grey   capable of expanding the imaginative parturition of a
                                 renderings that never vary in technique. Since the   painting, then it is a relatively ineffectual instrument in
                                 technique never varies, and the subjects are of little   most of these instances. If it is regarded as an element,
                                  interest, there remains only his polemic to be read, and   then it depends on context, talent, originality and a host
                                 that can be read quickly.                          of other intangibles which make the judgment of
                                   Suzi Gablik on the other hand combines colour    painting so difficult. In these terms, the majority of
                                 photographs with painting in a system of sly juxta-  artists in the Guggenheim exhibition fall short.
                                 positions that remind me very much of their origins in
                                  Max Ernst.The ardour of her fusions of tropical plants and   At the  Andre Emmerich Gallery,  Theodoros Stamos
                                 fruits into exotic images is touching, but her paintings   exhibits recent paintings in which the reductions are
                                  have something of the quaintness and awkwardness of   striking. Stamos was always a lyrical abstract painter
                                 the primitive. The photograph, for her, is merely a   whose images rose to the surface with nervous,
                                 stimulant to her imagination which functions in the old   fluttery arabesques and whose motifs were generally
                                 orthodox surrealist tradition.                     drawn from nature.
                                   Malcolm Morley, whom Alloway compares extrav-     His new paintings are far more abstract. He is seeking
                                 agantly with Canaletto, paints imitations of colour photo-  an equilibrium between the caprice of observed nature
                                 graphs of such inspiring subjects as steamships in the   and the fixity of her laws, it seems. His forms are
                                  harbour, railway-carriage interiors and ships'  de luxe   reduced to the simple rectangle, placed variously on an
                                 cabins. They are rendered in the straightfaced manner   atmospherically-shifting matrix. Light is his primary
                                 of the magazine illustrator. Where they diverge, ever so   concern (his paintings bear titles relating to the sun).
                                 slightly, from the illustrator's convention, they conjure   In order to achieve a soft luminosity, he softens the
                                 a faint humour, but that is perhaps illusory. The bald-  edges of the rectangles. His old preoccupation with
                                  ness of Morley's statement can only be enjoyed by those   subtle movements within nature is still there, but it is
                                 whose jaded palates positively reject serious painting.   clarified and made more subtle in this, his best exhibi-
                                   Joseph Raffaele is a shade more clever. He imitates   tion of recent years.
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