Born: Cologne, Germany, 1967
Lives and works: Berlin, Germany
“Michaela Eichwald’s alchemical paintings and sculpture are simultaneously hypnotizing and visceral—integrating the artist’s hand in a manner that is both base and instinctually human. Whether its pouring resin into paper bags or injecting cooked mussels and hair elastics, among other things, the difficulty in digesting these works is intentional. In her attempt to ignore art historical tropes, Eichwald’s work evokes Outsider art and disarms the audience’s desire for narrative. The romanticism of the German painting tradition, grounded by Dieter Roth and Gerhard Richter, also influences her output and links it to a figurative inclination. Linking object and image, Eichwald forces her audience to reconsider the facades of realism and artificiality.”-artspace.com/michaela-eichwald
Review: Michaela Eichwald at Overduin & Co., Los Angeles Times
Christopher Knight: Contact Reporter
There is nothing precious about the gritty, grimy, sometimes even coarse abstract paintings of Berlin-based artist Michaela Eichwald. They work their considerable magic in spite of it.
Or, perhaps it’s more accurate to say in concert with it. These are paintings that operate on carefully balanced tensions generated between attraction and repulsion. As a characterization for the social and cultural conditions in which art exists today, that’s pretty spot-on.
The nine compelling paintings in Eichwald’s show at Overduin & Co., her fine solo debut in Los Angeles, share an unusual support. Using a variety of paints — acrylic, oil, tempera, lacquer – plus graphite and wax, she paints on stretched surfaces of pleather, the imitation leather fabric made from polycarbonate.
The diverse painting materials don’t always gel with one another, creating surfaces as discordant as the agitated lines and unsettled shapes they describe. The pleather support generates a dull sheen.
For the works’ painterly, organic shapes and loosely totemic forms, Eichwald draws on several brash precedents since World War II. Among them are Abstract Expressionism, Japanese Gutai and 1980s Neo-Expressionism, both German and American.
The brutish and influential work of Georg Baselitz and Sigmar Polke thrums in works like “Duns Scotus,” named for a medieval philospher who insisted that existence is pure abstraction. And has anyone, anywhere ever built on Julian Schnabel’s work? A big, oozing blob of burnt-umber, the color of dried blood, dominating and obscuring one tall painting seems to.
Her shapes and palette often echo the viscera in something like Arshile Gorky’s 1944 “The Liver is the Cock’s Comb” – albeit notably without the radiant inner glow of that celebrated masterpiece – or a jam-packed André Butzer mural with all the vivid color drained out. Perhaps due to the pleather support, the light in Eichwald’s paintings seems on the verge of flickering out. Entrails mix with the scatological earthiness of ordure on surfaces textured like brittle skin.
The show is titled with Delphic aphorisms in Greek and Latin – “quo vadis, gnothi sauton and cui bono.” Where are you going? Know thyself. To whose benefit?
The last, cited by Cicero, is used today to identify the basis for a crime. In Eichwald’s tough yet somehow also tender paintings, things are not always what they first seem to be.
Overduin & Co., 6693 Sunset Blvd., Hollywood, (323) 464-3600, through Aug. 1. Closed Sun. and Mon.