Magazine article Artforum International

Angelo Filomeno

Magazine article Artforum International

Angelo Filomeno

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Whether it's a sign of inspiration or of exhaustion, the past decade has witnessed the annexing of various cottage industries by a number of contemporary artists, spawning craft-based practices that are now cottage industries in their own right. Two prominent strains, glass-blowing and work that incorporates some kind of sewing, can justifiably lay claim to Angelo Filomeno, and, judging from the group exhibitions listed on his CV, have. But while the Italian-born, New York-based artist comes by these pedigrees more honestly (his mother was a dressmaker, his father a blacksmith, and he began apprenticing with a tailor at age seven) and more seriously (he was employed as a theatrical costumer and completed a residency at Washington State's Pilchuck Glass School, cofounded by Dale Chihuly) than many, his sights are more expansively set. In the past few years, Filomeno's exquisitely wrought renderings of the macabre cited Albrecht Durer's memento mori explicitly and Damien Hirst's bejeweled skulls implicitly. "The marquis and a bearded dominatrix with a cake in the oven," his second solo exhibition at Galerie Lelong, expanded his Eros-Thanatos repertoire, adding Surrealist icons, philosophical archetypes, and homespun abjection to the referential mix.

With Filomeno's preferred recent palette of black and silver augmented by an intense goldenrod that coated one wall and appeared in several compositions, this was a light, slick, kick-down-the-doors show whose glittery excess felt like a prerecession throwback. Its centerpiece. By the Side of the Last Ocean Ready for Sunset, 2008-2009, comprised a long, mirrored table upon which rested, in clusters, dozens of handblown glass objects, each more symbolically superannuated than the next--a bone, a bullwhip, a chalice, primitive-looking tools, and no fewer than eight skulls, some patinated a diamantine silver and one appended with a Dali-like lobster. The setup is equal parts dissecting table, natural history display, torture chamber, hookah lounge, and demented Last Supper, its divergent forms and allusions corralled only by a uniform obsidian sheen.

As arresting, if less allegorically fraught (relievedly so), were a pair of what Filomeno calls his "embroidery paintings": patches of silk shantung and satin in chartreuse and gold sewn together in mandalas and stretched over large linen panels. …

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