Jack Pierson: Cheim & Read
Pasquariello, Lisa, Artforum International
Jack Pierson has already made salvaged-sign-letter word sculptures spelling out ANGST, GONE, HELL, BETRAYAL, DESIRE/DESPAIR, and LOST, so maybe it was only a matter of time before he got around to MELANCHOLIA. Or perhaps it just took a while for him to name the temperament that saturates his work; melancholy turns, after all, on ambivalence and deferral. In his recent show at Cheim & Read, Pierson filled the gallery with twenty-four works in different media that, the press release claims, meditate on "women's suffering." But this dwelling on loss extended out from his feminine subjects to encompass beautiful boys, works of literature, language, and even the artist himself. "The complex of melancholia behaves like an open wound," Freud wrote, attracting satellite cathexes "from all directions."
In seven lovely small pencil drawings, for example, Pierson meticulously copies the first pages of books by women, including Barbara Pym's Less Than Angels (1955) and Sister Wendy Beckett's The Gaze of Love (1993). They shared a back gallery with thirty-five men. Untitled, 2005, is a grid of black-and-white headshots of handsome but long-forgotten B-movie actors, their neglect seconded by a burnt-out neon N in the adjacent Another Night, 2005. Pierson's words are becoming ever more materially self-referential: The last two syllables of Melancholia, 2006, spill on to the floor, as if unable to sustain the sad weight of their meaning, and the tangle of letters in the floor-bound Roses Roses Roses, 2005, enacts the tongue twister of its own name, a linguistic scramble that leads Pierson (as it did Gertrude Stein) to "eros."
Eros abounds in Past Life in Egypt, 1997, starring Ursula Hodel as dominatrix queen, but the video is maladroit and tawdry, best left at the nightclub where it originally screened. Its inclusion here was Pierson's only misstep, though, in what was otherwise an intelligent exhibition bristling with shrewd thematic reverberations between different rooms--the first page of The Autobiography of Alice B. …