Nathaniel Mary Quinn

Nathaniel Mary Quinn

"The Land"

Salon 94

New York, 243 Bowery and 1 Freeman Alley

Salon 94 opens its fall season with Nathaniel Mary Quinn’s The Land, marking the artist’s inaugural exhibition with the gallery, and his first large-scale presentation in New York. Quinn’s singular approach to portraiture is both highly associative and autobiographical, and includes family and friends, teachers, neighbors, and interlopers. While tradition has a subject “sit” for a portrait, Quinn’s figures emerge from his own unresolved memory and vision. Thus the work is fueled by intuition, empathy and spirituality, where he aims to “lay down the sensation and opaqueness of my relationships.”

“I love my neighbors. We speak nearly every day. They have embraced me into their world – their land. Now, it is my home, my neighborhood. Many have lived here for more than a half century, and while they have witnessed much change, never have they seen the dramatic alteration currently in motion on account of gentrification.” Nathaniel Mary Quinn. August 2018

Working in acrylic, charcoal, gouache, oil paint, paint sticks, and gold leaf, he paints hybrid, fractured portraits – balancing between the beautiful and the grotesque, the sinister and the benevolent. Quinn’s sleight of hand becomes more and more pronounced as his figures are further fractured and divided; a Cubist technique of painted trompe l’oeil collage. A Chicago native, Quinn’s upbringing was deeply impactful. Violence, abandonment, and poverty were familiar obstacles in his personal narrative. Combining that history with an exhaustive range of source materials from fashion magazines, news, and advertising, his figures sit in kinetic tension.

  D, 2018, Oil paint, paint stick, oil pastel, gouache on linen canvas 20 × 20 inches (51 × 51 cm)

D, 2018, Oil paint, paint stick, oil pastel, gouache on linen canvas 20 × 20 inches (51 × 51 cm)

“The memory of a specific person is the ground upon which he builds. Quinn stitches this memory together with fantasy – excerpting visual cues of the superhero or the beauty, the king or the hustler. He draws from art history as well as that constant flow of everyday imagery, the visual culture screaming for our attention. Quinn will pluck out an eye, or cut out some lips, perhaps seize a hat or a hand. He keeps these remnants pinned up around the work as he draws – they complete the figure, for with memory a passing resemblance can quickly become part of its definition. It is with tremendous technical skill that Quinn is able to draw all of these elements by hand, employing multiple styles – the broken line of energetic abstraction will butt up against a strip drafted with the precision of photographic clarity. Distinct aesthetic elements may point towards collage but no – this is one piece – a single body on paper, rendered entirely by the artist, unified.” Curator, Co-Director of the Estate of Gordon Matta-Clark, Jessamyn Fiore, July 2018

The Land is populated by 15 portraits from Quinn’s Crown Heights neighborhood, a diverse, working class black community undergoing rapid gentrification. In the artist’s words, “It’s my desire and mandate to highlight the internalized worlds of residents in my community.” Cultivating relationships over time, a series of complex characters emerge, from a head on portrait of a melancholy matron, Night Model, to a more vague, shadowy figure slinking around a chain linked fence. Greenery is slipped into a few of the otherwise barren backgrounds.

His next door neighbor, known as the Mayor of St. Marks, aka “B” (for Brandon) lives on the second floor of his mother’s house; his sister, along with her husband, live on its the top floor.  “In B’s portrait, there’s a soft, gentle weight imbedded in its form, especially with the sweep of women’s hair, a notation of his personal reality – the prodigal yet dependent son living with two strong and independent women.” B is depicted with a pronounced darting “horse eye” –  highlighting him as an acute observer of the daily movements and transitions around him. The Mayor of St. Marks, like the artist himself, is a gatherer of information who never misses a beat. Theirs is a shared experience, yet of different fates. In Quinn’s words, “I’ve found that the line between my neighbors and I is so tenuous, as to hardly exist.”

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