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| I'm doing urban Mexican art In LA. It means don't blink underclass clean dishes cholo logic youre ignored or a suspect playing it off killing your mirror image twenty dollars a day fear ignoring the chill --John Valadez. Los Angeles, California. November, 1994 |
| The shock of if lies in a viewers shifting from the initial charge of images that are full of a shimmering and dramatic presence that is larger than life, to recognizing these elevated portrayals are in fact genre paintings of a decidedly unheroic urban underclass. And, to be sure, this is not a latter day version of the American Scene painting of the 1930s that sought to mythologize the American experience. Among the new works on view here, Leeds Shoes1983 is in a sense a traditional diptych by including contradictory images within the same narrative space. Arm in arm, a young couple enjoys the offerings of a shoe store display window, while scant feet away a homeless person and their bags of belongings make themselves at home at the store entrance, simultaneously blocking the doorway. The sparkling detail of the display window is all opulance and spectacle. Indeed, the effect spills over to the lavishly painted plastic bag bundles to the extreme left of the composition. But the story is of haves and have-nots, of indifference to need and of abject need. The subtext here is filled with sociopolitical and economic rhetoric. The ultimate sign or image for this dichotomy in Valadez's work is La Frontera, in English The Border, stands as Valadez signifying image of this dichotomy between privilege and poverty. The geographical and political demarcation between two nations, in this case, Mexico and the United States. The term La Frontera itself--which Valadez has explored before in his 1991-1994 commissions at Isleta and El Paso, Texas--has a multi-faceted, and deeply emotive, signification in his work. It divides the immigrant from the citizen, the hunter from the hunted, the persecuted from the free, the accepted from the shunned, the laborer and the undocumented from ordinary citizens, and most chillingly, the living from the condemned. These themes are central to both La Frontera I and La Frontera III, landscapes which juxtapose visionary images. In La Frontera III a ghostly indigenous warrior on a white horse takes aim with bow and arrow at a couple, white and mestizo, dancing within a ring of fire, celebrating the union of the two races. The mountains and plains are smoldering reds, signifying the discomfort of an unresolved conquest. In La Frontera I a Mexican man about to cross la linea peers over the mountain peaks, the valley of the promised land below. Leading him on, an angel points to the next episode: the ghost of his death-to-be, his chalk-outlined body. A border patrol watchtower to the right reminds you that we, as well as he, are on the border. The border between caring and indifference? The border between life and death? The border between the intimacy of the individual human story and the generalized force of government policy? What Valadez articulates in these works are, of course, matters that reach beyond geographical borders. They are the metaphorical borders we cross toward the "other," the space in which awareness and consciousness awaken, the borders we must choose to confront or ignore, las fronteras we carry within. |