• What Comes Out of Discord, for Susanna Coffey ? – Joseph Maceda

    Date posted: June 14, 2006 Author: jolanta

    What Comes Out of Discord, for Susanna Coffey ?

    Joseph Maceda

    Susanna
    Coffey’s latest exhibition at the Tibor de Nagy Gallery is apparently about
    dissonance – as evidenced by the first painting, “Self Portrait (Eris),” the
    title of which refers to the Greek goddess of discord. Coffey’s self-portraits
    seem at odds with themselves, the gallery, and the artist, who has grown too
    intimate with her viewers. In this collection of new paintings, Coffey may be
    attempting to reinvent the self-reflexive soulful image she has mastered in the
    last decade, or she may be admitting she has tired of herself as the subject of
    a gaze.

                Coffey’s
    style has been refined to the point of instant recognition: a centered, focused
    and sharply defined face chameleons before a background that could be
    foreground. But the facial expressions seem to matter less and less as one
    circles the room, as background refuses to be background. Thus, the final
    self-portrait, “Split,” seems to reach the height of discord between subject
    and the setting of the gaze, as the paint announces itself, dripping and
    protruding from a canvas that envelopes its occupant with brightest yellow
    light.

                In
    between “Eris” and “Split,” Coffey struggles to control varying abstractions
    and misplaced allusions; “Self Portrait (Hudson halo)” and “Self Portrait
    (Flag)” provide local contexts that betray the intimate gaze Coffey has strived
    to create. Such identifiable images as a New York Yankee emblem or an American
    flag stray from mere psychological feedback and suggest a consensus between
    object and subject. Is the viewer’s gaze finally being acknowledged? Or is the
    intimacy of the canvas attempting to usurp more power from the viewer?

                Either
    way, “Split” seems to be Coffey’s white flag to the viewer—and herself—, a
    relinquishment of power from her own image to the place it holds in the gallery.
    Her final statement signals the bagpiper: numerous and varied painted flowers,
    dying and arranged neatly on the concluding wall. What comes out of discord,
    only Susanna Coffey knows, making the artist the most powerful person in the
    room.

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