In his current exhibition, “What if Where I am is What I Need,” at Between Two Galleries, artist Abrahm Guthrie notes that: “Ultimately this collection of works is about giving attention, attention to the outside world around us and a renewed investigation into the inner world of home.” If one had to boil the work in his show down to a single word, I think it would indeed be “attention”—attention to the little things, to the marks, to the time and space between the time and spaces. And attention to history, and the other painters who paid attention to the little things before him as well.
At his best, Guthrie finds operatic opportunities in the most mundane circumstances. Because of this, the smaller work paradoxically looms largest in the show. Chair, a small ochre-y and umbery still life painting of a chair casually draped with an assortment of garments, soars even at 10 x 8 inches. An online image would lead one to misjudge its scale for sure. It feels bigger than a piece of loose-leaf paper. Guthrie’s paint pushing is unfussy, efficient, spontaneous, and willing to reveal every buttery touch, leaving the viewer with a certain sense of effortlessness. He arrives at similar results with other small woks such as Money Tree, Nurse Logs and Small Plants at Dusk, each with sophisticated palettes of Indian reds, yellow ochres, sap greens, warm greys, tinted down and shaded up. He does wonderful work of locating the glow of natural light in earthy colors … that are somehow between the standard secondary mixtures and combos; the jazz chords and blue notes of painting. Like a Giorgio Morandi or a Chardin; he somehow injects humanity into inanimate subjects simply through how he handles paint. It almost feels the objects and their intimate spaces sacrificed themselves so that paint and touch may live.
Guthrie’s larger landscapes, to which a significant portion of this show is dedicated, celebrate a connection to Wisconsin’s newfound place in his life. As the artist notes: “These last four years the subject of my landscape paintings has been Wisconsin, the glorious blaze of the sun falling behind the trees, towering metallic grain silos, those endless thick fields of fog and most recently the walk to the Milwaukee River, drawing the black locust trees that remind me of where I grew up in Oregon.”