Terry Rodgers paints beautiful fictions. That’s how he describes
them. Each piece is loaded with physically perfect people mingling in
various states of nudity in the plushest house you’ve ever seen. At
first glance, it’s like every party you’ve ever wanted to be invited
to, at the exact moment you want to be there.
But,
at the same time, there’s something a little uncomfortable about the
scene. Here are these culturally significant people, mingling in this
architecturally significant room, and not one of them is engaged with
any other one, as if the subjects are incapable of personal
interaction. There is very little conversation, no eye contact. It’s
like they’re simultaneously living in a world of material comfort and
psychosocial discomfort. I mean, these people have arrived, haven’t
they? They have money and things, and they’re naked! What more is there
to life?
‘Elevate or disguise the facts as you will,’ says
Richard Vine, managing editor and writer for Art In America, ‘In the
end, every nude figure is at some fundamental level about sex, or
‘desire’ – to use its polite-society name. That impulse, as a certain
Dr Freud and others have pointed out, can take some complicated turns.’
Rodgers
does this on purpose. He ‘monkeys with’ our obsession with beauty and
the realm of desire, and he does it using the values that we hold
dearest: our deeply ingrained knowledge that beautifuller is better.
‘
Most people are looking for a personal connection,’ says Rodgers from
his Columbus, Ohio home. ‘And personal connection is something you
can’t sell. You can, however, market sex or goods. In fact, our culture
encourages you to buy towards satisfaction.’
His
paintings depict what most people would call Personal Satisfaction. His
subjects have youth, wealth, health. They display their fat-free bodies
without the slightest hint of self-consciousness. And yet, their facial
expressions betray something lacking. ‘There is no clear route to
personal satisfaction,’ Rodgers explains. ‘So, very often, what we see
is the external and what we interpret is the external, and we skip
who’s really there.’
The process by which he
creates his masterpieces is very complex. First, he finds real people
on the street (no, these people don’t all exist in Columbus, Ohio.
Terry travels around the world, spending his summers in St Tropez), and
invites them back to his studio where he photographs them. He works
with the photos in the computer until he finds an arrangement that
appeals to him, then he attacks the canvas. To get the details just
right, he blows up the photos and works from the enlarged images.
The
result is a fascinating combination of collage and social reportage
where the viewer can’t help but get caught up in the energy of the
scene. Rodgers refers to this energy as ‘vectors.’
‘I’m
interested in the underlying disquiet that pervades the most seemingly
happy situations. When you have this much comfort on the surface, it
suggests something else as well – forces that interact within the
pictures. You get this intricate web of interconnecting and missing and
crossing vectors.’
Nowhere is this more apparent
than in Rodgers’ Apotheosis of Pleasure, a 6” by 12” painting that
debuted in Germany this past summer. Here is a snapshot of the swankest
party that ever existed. There are over a dozen revellers in various
states of undress mingling in the room, and because of the immense size
of the canvas, some of the subjects in this painting are literally
larger than life.
As in all of Rodgers’ pieces,
there is no eye contact. A topless woman in the foreground draws us
into the painting with a glance that grazes our left hip. Behind her, a
topless man watches a Paris Hilton look-alike who, in turn, is glancing
at our ‘hostess,’ creating a triangle of vectors that spans the breadth
of the painting. As we move through the crowd into the back of the
room, we become completely ensnared in Rodgers’ not-so-invisible web of
vectors created by the other party-goers.
‘This
painting is about everything that goes on in the world,’ says Rodgers.
‘It’s a metaphor for how much is going on all the time, and the
struggle people have navigating the complexity. There are all races,
all creeds, Christians and hedonists alike. Everybody is invited to
this party.’
The painting Alternative Fictions
depicts a similar scene. The architecture of the house suggests a swank
LA or Florida pad that would make an interior designer drool:
an
intricate mantelpiece, cashmere throw over crushed velvet upholstery.
Yet, there’s something in the posture of the party-goers (maybe in the
precarious tilt of the blonde girl’s martini glass) that suggests
nonchalance, bordering on frustration.
‘The
people in this painting are living in the moment of their next
interaction, and you get the sense that it may or may not be working at
the time. There is a real contrast between the exterior grandeur and
the much more intimate, delicate balance of the individuals internally.’
In
the moment that this painting occurs, there is an edgy juxtaposition
between the obvious comfort of the surroundings and the subtle
discomfort of the individuals involved. As if they are all suspects in
a beautiful-person murder mystery or they are waiting for someone else
to pull out the first bag of coke. Whatever is going through their
heads at that moment, they are not satisfied.
‘There
are no signposts. The puzzle is: how might I find something satisfying
to me? I can go from bedroom to bedroom, but is that actually a
solution? When you live in a world of limitless comfort, how do you get
to a place of satisfaction?’
Just Like the Night
depicts a less charged (but just as sexy) atmosphere. Here, the object
of the painting is a solitary semi-nude woman who is completely
involved in her own personal space – even as a cocktail party swirls
around her. We are at once struck by the strength of this independent
woman (she’s naked at a party!) and her stark vulnerability (she’s
naked … well, you get the idea).
While the subjects of Rodgers’
paintings tend not to interact with one another, there is a certain
placidity in their expressions, as if each of them has found that realm
of Personal Satisfaction and they no longer require human interaction
to appear happy. This is, of course, the goal of any good advertising
image.
‘The
painting is not about these quote-unquote well-to-do kids. It’s about
the combination of those kids, these places, these bodies in which we
live, these clothes we have and the infinite criss-crossing of vectors.
Everything’s happening all the time, but we’re focused right where our
eyes are – in our own space – and we’re very proud of it. That’s where
people actually live.’
For Rodgers, Personal
Satisfaction comes in the form of his relationship with his wife and
his painting. Regarding his wife, he is very private. Regarding his
paintings, he is loquacious.
‘The duality of
stuff is what’s interesting to me – how something can be both real and
a metaphor at the same time. The person in a painting is a
quote-unquote person. But whenever somebody looks at that person – and
let’s say she’s naked – they’re going to have their own interpretation
of who she is before they’ve even talked to her. So this woman is two
things simultaneously: she’s herself and she’s the interpretation
that’s inevitable.’
In Shades of Olympus, Rodgers
gives us a taste of what he means. The main figure in this painting is
a striking black woman. Like the other party people, she is confident,
composed, and, despite the fact that she is half-naked, completely
unself-conscious. We admire this woman for her classical beauty and her
carriage, in much the same way we admire the design of the house
itself, as a timeless work of art.
And yet, when
this house was constructed, a hundred years ago, there was no way in
hell a black woman could have stood like this, as the centerpiece of a
fabulous soiree. This architecture bespeaks a certain conservative era
when an ethnic minority could not have been this comfortable. There is,
then, a certain political undercurrent here, which suggests that
Freedom is a means to Personal Satisfaction.
You
may have noticed Paris Hilton lingering in the background of this
party. Rodgers invited her here on purpose. ‘Paris has become a key
figure in the world. Very few of us have met her, and yet we all have
an opinion about her.
‘She’s a gorgeous woman by
the standards of our culture,’ says Rodgers, ‘but it doesn’t say
anything about who she is. That’s one of the key things about our
society. It generates ideas about what people are supposed to look
like, where we are supposed to have fun.’
Rodgers
loves the details of art. He admires classical painters like Degas and
Velazquez who painted Philip IV of Spain with such honest detail that
the viewer gained a deeper understanding about the psyche of the King.
Rodgers is fascinated by the particularities of each of our
constitutions: the hands, the noses, the fingernails. We gain such
intimacy with each figure, based on certain gestures, carriage and
stature, seeing how the skin tone is slightly different for each human
form.
‘They’re the things we notice about each
other a lot if we’re paying attention,’ says Rodgers. ‘And they’re the
things which are discouraged in the search for perfection.’