Art In America November 1985
LOS ANGELES - John Divola at the Municipal Art Gallery
Since the late 70s, little has been seen of John Divola's work. This is odd, since his part-Conceptual, part-formal, part-pretty pictures were among the more intelligent and challenging of the time. From a New York point of view, it was easy enough to imagine that in the '80s the Los Angeles based Divola had become yet another burnt-out case, or else had sunk into the ooze of academia, there to await tenure and eternity.
In fact, however, Divola has continued to make photographs more or less uninterruptedly, as this show covering his last ten years demonstrated. From "Vandalism," the series of black-and-white pictures that first brought him attention and which documented his spray-paint additions to interior spaces, to his recent silhouettes bathed in pink and purple light, he has focused on the act of making pictures and on the quirks of vision that photography, in particular, elicits. Not unlike Robert Cumming, he seems obsessed with physics, geometry and anything else that professes to order the material world, while at the same time courting the disorder of actual existence. Lately he also seems obsessed-if not tormented In quite personal ways: faces of women, heads of dogs and horses, triangles and trapezoids rattled through the show like pictures in a slot machine.
In the "Vandalism" series, which began in 1974, Divola made patterned, repetitive marks on walls and in corners which altered the way the space was read in the photographs he made of the sites. These images were, if only obliquely, allied with the materially transformative sculptural practice of Robert Smithson, Gordon Matta-Clark and others. They were also violations of that most sacred of spaces: photographic space. Where Edward Weston had once agonized over moving a shell a few inches to make a better composition, Divola blew the convention of noninterference sky high.
The pictures that followed, recording the depredations of others in abandoned housing near the Los Angeles airport, now seem something of a retreat from the "Vandalism" series. But with the "Zuma" series, begun in 1977, Divola returned to marking as an activity, while keeping decay and violation as themes. He also introduced color into the equation for the first time. Divola periodically visited an abandoned beachfront house as it slipped into decay, adding bright spray paint in colors that often blend together with gorgeous sunsets seen through the house's broken windows and burnt beams.
Since the "Zuma" series which earned Divola a degree of celebrity, if only briefly, the photographer has worked in a variety of modes. Some pictures, like “Which Way Water Drains” and “Magnetism,” suggest Cumming's influence. Others, like From a series “About the things you see when you press your eyes with the palms of your hands (croissant shaped blobs, mostly), retain a Conceptual edge. Among the most interesting of his pictures made since 1980 are a series in which geometric forms are suspended in landscape situations; a series of portrait like pictures of women lit by colored flash (frequently paired with similar images of animals), and a four-part piece called Who Can You Trust (1983-84). The four photographs that comprise Who Can You Trust, each with one word of the title emblazoned on its frame in Neil Jenney fashion, depict, from left to right, a woman, a dog, a mask made of ice and a horse. The enigmatic quality of this combination of images and words disguises but cannot hide the artist's wariness about the world.
The best of Divola's work of the '80s contains the off-beat and edgy humor of the "Vandalism" and "Zuma" series together with a scientific and slightly perverse curiosity about the structure of the world-including, one can't help but recognize, the complex structure of male-female relations. Despite the Cibachrome intensity of the colors and the continuing predilection for confounding perspective, Divola's newest pictures seem to be less about the medium of photography and more about Divola. It's a change that bodes well.
Andy Grundberg