- WHY PATTERNS?
- 29 NOVEMBER — 4 JANUARY 2014
"The most interesting aspect for me, composing exclusively with patterns, is that there is not one organizational procedure more advantageous than another, perhaps because no one pattern ever takes precedence over the others. The compositional concentration is solely on which pattern should be reiterated and for how long ..."
Minimalism and Abstract Expressionism seem to have struck an understanding for ‘Why Patterns?’, Bas Geerts’ forthcoming exhibition at Gabriel Rolt. Methodological and scientific computer generated imagery clashes with the freedom with which aluminium, brass and pigments are allowed to merge, mingle and mix to conjure up a new series of paintings and prints for the artists’ first solo presentation with the gallery.
When addressing the work of Geerts it is a relatively small leap to the work of Feldman. Interlocking parallelogram’s create the base support for large scale abstract canvasses that ooze light and practically seem to absorb matter. There are movements, pauses and moments of silence, much like as with his musical counterpart. Big brassy bold works, macho even, with their alchemic trickery, seem to be suspended in time and space, pushed forward only by our sensory experience of them. Geerts seems to be antagonising his audience at will by sharply contrasting his muted palette with heavy-handed materials. Suggestions and allusions tumble over another, clouding our reading of these works, steeped in apparent grandeur, before woefully admitting to their own inconclusiveness in providing a finite answer in the way they should be interpreted.
If nothing is transfixed then it is not the scientist but the philosopher we are faced with. With algorithms providing the structure for the work, it is not the composer but the musician at play here. Theoretical barriers here are set up, not for us, but for Geerts himself, providing focus to these complex works with their fragmented picture planes. The artist pushes forward within these voluntary constraints, continually dislodging preconditions about the finite by proving infinity time and time again. A wheel is only a wheel if you recognise it as such, otherwise until closer inspection it is an open-ended proposition with limitedness possibilities. The parallelogram in all its rudimentary simplicity is Geerts’ wheel, the canvasses that ensue, his way of playing the composition before him, varying his tones, range and the depth with which he penetrates the surface.