Dumb as a Painter
Antoni Wojtyra & Jason Gowans
November 15 - December 28
Gallery 295 is pleased to present Dumb as a Painter, a presentation created collaboratively by Antoni Wojtyra and Jason Gowans that will be on view from November 15 – December 28, 2013. Please join us for a reception with the artists on Thursday November 21 at 7pm – 9pm.
Jason Gowans and Antoni Wojtyra have mingled the authorial roles of artist and curator while exploring abstract art in relationship to Vancouver’s photographic ancestry. The artists have created a new body of abstract works probing studio photography with modernist self-critique. These works focus the viewer to photography’s representational cues, its relationship to the modern and to film’s often willfully omitted fellowship with digital technology.
Dumb as a Painter extends the exhibition of 295′s gallery to include Gowans’ and Wojtyra’s apartments as off-site spaces. These “other spaces” for art ingestion will exhibit works and fold the audience into the artists’ continuing social exchange around the current challenges we face as citizens of Vancouver. The artists – both seasoned collaborators who curate and engage in social art practice – have through a year long visual and verbal conversation found an oblique introduction for Dumb as a Painter in “The Chicken Roaster” episode (S08E08) of the television sitcom Seinfeld. A preamble to the show is found in the following exchange between Jerry Seinfeld and Cosmo Kramer:
(Kramer comes over to Jerry’s, walks into the door jam. Red light blaring from behind him)
JERRY: How’s life on the red planet? (Jerry shuts door)
KRAMER: It’s killing me, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. All I can see is that giant red sun in the shape of a chicken! (Kramer gets some cereal from the cupboard and pours it in a big bowl.)
JERRY: Well, did you go down to the Kenny Rogers and complain?
KRAMER: Ah, they gave me the heave ho. You know, I don’t think that Kenny Rogers has any idea what’s going on down there. (Kramer takes a pitcher of red liquid from the fridge and pours it on his cereal.)
JERRY: What are you doing?
KRAMER: Getting some cereal.
JERRY: That… that’s tomato juice.
(Kramer takes a big spoonful of cereal with tomato juice!)
(Spits out cereal)
KRAMER: That looked like milk to me! Jerry, my rods and cones are all screwed up! Alright, that’s it. I gotta move in with you Jerry. (Kramer takes the bowl to the garbage can and proceeds to spill the cereal and tomato juice all over Jerry’s wall in the area around the garbage can)
JERRY: I don’t know Kramer, ahh, my concern is that ….
(Kramer attempts to cleans the mess with a dish rag….)
JERRY: ..living together after a while we…
(Kramer squeezes juice from rag into pitcher and puts it back in the fridge)
JERRY: …we might start to get on each others nerves a little.
KRAMER: Alright listen to me, I got a great idea. Now, you’re a heavy sleeper, right? Why don’t we just switch apartments?
JERRY: Or I could sleep in the park? You could knock these walls down, make it an eight room luxury suite.
KRAMER: Jerry these are load-bearing walls! They’re not gonna come down!
JERRY: Yea, that’s no good.
KRAMER: I may have to drive that place out of business.
JERRY: How you gonna do that?
KRAMER: Like we did in the sixties, takin’ it to the streets.
(Kramer makes a peace sign, opens door and leaves Jerry’s apartment leaning way back from the overwhelming red light.)