Reviews

Patrick Michael Fitzgerald, Drawings.

By John Yau

GUEST ROOM/CONTEMPORARY ART BRUSSELS, BELGIUM JUNE 10 – JULY 17, 2010
Guest Room/Contemporary Art is the brainchild of Nicolas Lemmens and Olivia Delwart. Situated in a quiet neighborhood on top of a hill in what is known as upper Brussels (there are two levels to the city), the gallery is a small white cube facing onto the street; it is open Wednesday and Saturday from 2:00 to 6:00 pm, and by appointment. The artist’s bio and checklist, as well as copies of catalogs, are lined up on the inside window ledge and are easily visible to the passerby who stops to look inside the window (it is lit up at night until 12:00 p.m.), and is curious to know more. According to Lemmens, the literature is meant to get people interested, without putting any pressure on them. After all, if you step inside, you would literally be coming for your second look and, one assumes, a more intimate engagement.
The eighth exhibition (or Guest #8) was of the drawings of Patrick Michael Fitzgerald, an Irish artist who lives and works in Vizcaya, outside Bilbao, Spain. In an e-mail conversation with Chris Ashley, an artist who directs Some Walls a curatorial and writing art project in Oakland (CA), Fitzgerald wrote: I still believe that painting can respond directly to the world of things, experience, and “reality” on its own terms. Many of the drawings were done in 2009, while Fitzgerald was an Artist in Residence in Andratx, Majorca. Done in colored pencil, ink, and collage, all the drawings are vertical and approximately 12 by 9 inches. The inspiration behind them seems to be the place where they were made. The starting point for the “Andratx” drawings, as many of them are titled, is something ordinary-a tree, evening light, and shadow.
Using a vocabulary that consists of a few vertical, horizontal, and diagonal lines (a skeletal geometry) juxtaposed against ragged and rounded shapes, and perfectly cut, collaged circles, and pristine cut-out spaces, Fitzgerald responds to something palpable in the world. The often-layered space, while alluding to nature, also conveys drawing as an accumulation of decisions, as well as a visual indication of time past. One both sees and sees into these drawings, with the layering reiterated by the use of collage in the form of the perfectly round circles. For Fitzgerald, drawing isn’t only a surface waiting to register the artist’s marks; it is a thing. In some cases, it isn’t hard to make an equation between the drawing and its title, but to try and locate the works only within the discursive realm is to miss their strength.
Fitzgerald believes drawing is a construction that explores the tension between structure and dissolution. In Andratx (Pools, Thoughts), 2009, he partitions the drawing with three red lines into three areas, with the one along the bottom further divided by a diagonal red line rising from near the left corner. The diagonal, interacting with another right above it, turns the areas they enclose into tilting planes, and, at the same time, introduces a spatial possibility that Fitzgerald builds upon with a bluish-purple form across the drawing’s lower half. Rounded brown shapes packed closely together share the same plane as the bluish-purple shape (the pool?). Over this field, Fitzgerald attaches perfect circles done in different shades of blue, gray, and magenta, as well as two cut from a printed page of blue and black. These circles compel us to read the drawing tactilely, as well as visually. They pull our attention in, even as they become a disruption.
For all the deliberate thought that goes into these drawings, they feel neither restrained nor governed by an overriding goal. In fact, they feel like something the artist found. Each drawing is made up of a different group of colors, and the shapes and marks feel intrinsic to the drawing. Sometimes the way a bar-like shape overlays another evokes the possibility that the artist used tape to decide where something goes; this recalls for me the late works of Piet Mondrian. By responding to his immediate environment, Fitzgerald shares something with two older abstract artists, Raoul De Keyser and Thomas Nozkowski. Fitzgerald’s works do not suffer by comparison.
Fitzgerald’s vocabulary is basic-there is nothing elaborate or stylish about his lines and circles, rough and ragged shapes. He relies on colored pencils, ink, and collage-nothing fancy. And yet-and this is why Fitzgerald seems to me to be on the verge of becoming an important and singular artist-the work comes across as taut and fresh, brimming with an awareness that the act of seeing is a construction, at once fluid and disrupted.

(published in the Brooklyn Rail, July/August, 2010)

© Brooklyn Rail & John Yau 2010
Breaking into morning

Aidan Dunne – Irish Times 13/03/02

Some jazz tunes stand back from the emotions implied by their titles, just as some jazz arrangements hold back from doing something as obvious as merely stating their source melodies.

Yet the melody and the emotion are usually there. This is not to argue that Patrick Fitzgerald’s paintings, at the Rubicon Gallery, have a particularly musical, jazzy character, but at the same time there is something jazz-like in the detached artistry of his work, which is distinctly wary when it comes to engaging with the emotional and physical complexities of the world. But, while he is slow and considered in his approach to making pictures, he clearly doesn’t shrink from spontaneous, split-second gestures.

Fitzgerald, born in Cork, brought up in London and for the last 10 years or so resident in Bilbao, says he works in “relative isolation”. Fortuitously, of course, Bilbao has been firmly on the artistic map since the opening of the Guggenheim there in 1997. While he is an outsider in Spain, you get a sense that the kind of isolation Fitzgerald means has more to do with the pursuit of a concentrated, almost austere studio practice. And certainly qualities in his paintings suggest that they emerge from a deliberate, meditative process, a particular way of working that is characteristic of a sizeable number of artists, including Sean Shanahan and Richard Gorman, two other painters who happen to be based in Europe.

Fitzgerald’s show is rather beautifully titled The Morning Hours. While his pictures are not representational, in their colouring, textures and other aspects, they do not contradict the mood evoked by this overall title. Modest in size, they are dominated by softly luminescent expanses of yellows, lemons, greys and whites, sometimes edged by deeper tones. Compositionally they consist, usually, of just a few regular surface divisions. A recurrent pattern has an angular form intruding into a central space. In a few instances this is carried further, in that the complementary form becomes a physical adjunct in its own right. There is an architectonic quality to the work, not only because of its planar nature, but because it comes equipped to engage with the surrounding architectural setting, whatever that happens to be.

The paintings are made on wood, mostly MDF, and some of them are deep, box-like constructions, emphasising that we are looking at objects in themselves, something further accentuated on occasion by holes punched or drilled through, and incisions gouged in the surface. These latter marks, whether in the form of straight lines or fallible, wandering strokes, are a kind of drawing, and they look as if they have been made with an electric router. So specific is the signature of the tool that it intrudes a little, almost like a figurative element, into Fitzgerald’s carefully won contemplative space.

That odd touch aside, his paintings are very convincing. They fit comfortably with the kind of painting that has been described as being like everyday life, but everyday life lived at a level of concentrated intensity that occurs only occasionally.