Broken WindowsJanuary 25th, 2013
Robert Lazzarini (damage) at Marlborough Chelsea pairs the anamorphically aggressive artist with his first solo show at the revitalized gallery. It features freestanding sculptures, wall-mounted signs, and an architectural intervention of canted walls, one of which looks ready to flatten any viewer who lingers too long beneath it. The work combines technologically assisted fabrication with skilled handicraft, and the imagery suggests vandalism, breaking and entering, burglary, and the cash or lack thereof behind it all. Violent, bloody crime is off the list – this time. Distorted signs on the walls spell out the dialectical terms of the petty crimes we might imagine here: “Cash for Gold” and “Private Property – No Trespassing.” And the morbid summation: “Dead End.”
An almost familiar liquor store sign melts, wriggles, and weaves upward toward the high ceiling, like a plume of blunt smoke or, if read upside down, the liquid poured from a bottle. Nearby, a rammed door seems to jump from its splintered frame, which is fractured and bent like a folded ruler. The sculpture is shaped like the angular word balloons that contain “Kapow!” and “Blam!” in comic books. The door itself bears the cracked contusion of a forced entry, as if someone in heavy boots kicked it open. Of all the sculptures in the show, this one feels forensically inspired.
A window with open shutters flutters like a butterfly in midair, or like a suburban home with walls liquefied, then loosened, by sin waves. It is an optical preface to the haptic body behind it, a chain-link fence that looks ready to blow away.
The most dramatic sculpture in the show is a chain-link fence, distorted at several points until it seems to tumble like a windblown tissue. To produce the sculpture, Lazzarini’s studio used 3D modeling and printing to create a prototype, then cast the piece in sections. Assistants welded the pieces together and a specialist handpainted the surface to make it appear rusted and weathered. This chain-link fence has a particular phenomenological proximity to its “keep out” counterpart in reality. That is, it seems like a fence that Lazzarini actually mangled, rather than a faithful copy. Along with sharp points and menacing barbed wire, its illusory familiarity makes it a brooding, hostile piece – but it is funny, too. It sways and leans like a drunk, as if a Richard Serra monument’s bad little cousin had too much Four Loko in the parking lot.
Compared to Lazzarini’s prior repertoire of serial vanitas objects – guns, knives, skulls - this show of verb-driven objects feels more like a sequence of events. However, Lazzarini denies a narrative connection. “Viewers are absolutely going to try to create some sort of story line between the objects,” he says, “and there just isn’t one. This is a disjointed, fractured scene.” For me, there’s no need to struggle between the artist’s authority and a viewer’s demand for a story. The potential for narrative adds another dimension to sculpture that mutates as we walk around it. If a provocative artist can’t ward off the dark glamor and rich meaning of crime imagery, then an inquiring viewer can’t help but wonder about a sculpture with crime scene elements.