So is Lockwood trying to have it both ways -- a mixture of highbrow technique and middlebrow cultural appeal? Or is that even a relevant question? It may not matter. She just waves that chromium wand and distills all that she surveys into the glossiest depictions of exotically machined metal imaginable. Sometimes their allure is as straight up as an illustration out of a book or magazine, but at other times the imagery is almost abstract as Lockwood zeroes in on reflections within reflections, the gloss of mirror-polished enamel reflected in convoluted chrome.
An example of the former approach is seen in Gold Digger, a dreamy view of an ultra-sleek custom motorcycle that appears to rise like an apparition from a spit of land surrounded by swamp. Here the painting simply offers a view, as if through a window, of its fantastical subject. But Porsche And Palms -- an image of a Porsche so distorted in the reflections of another car that it's as convoluted as one of Salvador Dali's melting timepieces -- is ultra abstract. A happy medium is seen in Vette On Vette in which the sleek yellow form of a Stingray-type Corvette appears reflected on the polished cobalt flanks of a classic late 1950s Corvette -- a vision as exalted for a car freak as a Faberg Easter egg must be for a jewelry buff. Philosophers can debate the fine points of what it all means, but what's beyond dispute is Lockwood's ability to recreate in oils that reflective chrome sizzle --Êthe mystique of elaborately machined metal, the aura of speed and the visceral excitement it conveys.
Turning our gaze from Lockwood's photographic paintings to Julie Dermansky's photographs of hand-painted signs is like traveling from the fantasies of the Western world to the far more prosaic -- yet somehow no less fantastic -- dreams of Africa and Asia. The imagery is very, very different. Modest in scale and execution, Dermansky's documentary images might almost be in the social landscape tradition of someone like Walker Evans if not for their exotic locales. Most were photographed on the streets of Rwanda, Vietnam, Cambodia and other remote places where the unvarnished directness of visual communication is sometimes startling. Some are also outposts of "dark tourism" due to their histories of genocide and other unfortunate occurrences.
Trust Butchery is the name of a tiny butcher shop in Kigali, Rwanda. The shop looks a little worse for wear -- years of genocide by machete were hard on the Rwandan infrastructure -- but the name comes across as high irony. Another painted sign depicts a young woman missing her front teeth, while above her, in a cartoon bubble, is a set of perfectly intact teeth. Similarly, a sign for a Vietnamese dentist office displays an otherwise ordinary woman's face with a cut-away view of a skeletal cross-section of a jaw and teeth, and while it's clear Western marketing techniques have yet to penetrate some parts of the world, no one could accuse these professionals of lacking candor or attempting to falsely glamorize their occupations. A refreshingly surreal series of images.
- Lory Lockwood's photorealist paintings such as Vette On Vette often display a flair for reflections that can border on abstraction.