Gino De Dominicis
Nicolas Bourriaud
"Gino De Dominicis on the trail of Gilgamesh"
Flash Art, Milano, summer 1990
Leaving aside a certain reputation for abstruseness what makes it difficult
to read into works by artists such as de Dominicis is not so much the structure
of the pieces themselves but the overloaded clamorous context in which we see
them. However the difficulties begin with an anachronism the somewhat strained
anonymity (albeit an inimediately recognizable anonymity) of the artist's style.
The second difficulty comes from the weighty silence opened up, by the Italian
artist's method, a silence which gives the impression of remoteness when seen
in its surroundings. It would be churlish, let alone inappropriate,to wax on
at this point about the works's mystical content because de Dominicis' spirituality
never comes over as something transcendental even if that is where it borrows
its imagery. His is a world populated by solemn figures, paradoxical and ambiguous
apparitions, their spirituality constantly hindered, their accession into the
celestial forever thwarted by the ugly, sometimes grotesque appearance they
are given. Elephantine priests with outsized, antenna-like noses and skeletons
on roller-skates grate against a religious cqnnotation they would seem to mimic
rather than personify. What de Dominicis presents us with are intermediary figures
somewhere between the clownesque and the essential, figures whjçh rather
than set us alight by their intrinsic force, set off tiny spiritual sparks within
us which only the overall scope covered by the exhibition can bring together.
In an eloquent show at the Magasin de Grenoble, the artist's indications, have
been carried out, making for a labyrinthine setting with occasional clearings,
metaphorically reflecting de Dominicis' desire to mislead, which, in fact, runs
through the whole exhibition. It would take an infra-minimal notion of art history
to best guide us through this maze. It was Duchamp who wrote, "The great
artist of tomorrow will go underground," which is precisely what de Dominicis
has set out to do with uncommon determination. He comes into infra-minimal territory
in a piece where a red balloon has come to rest on the sun, the title of the
piece suggesting that the balloon is just about to bounce off again. We might
dig a little deeper into the apparent obscurity of the piece by suggesting that
it evokes the Dhaman-Hindi theory whereby life is made up of invisible stitches
like a badly put together film. Whatever the case, when dealing with de Dominicis'
work, we are forced to leave behind the lexicon of art criticism and its attendant
methodology and instead to immerse ourselves in the exercise of decoding less
conceivable cultural phenomena as in Assyrian or Sumerian theologies, fraught
with obscure tradition. Should we really be interpreting these outsized noses
as signs of perspicacity and intuition and are the numerous references to Gilgamesh
as indicative of the quest for immortality as they at first appear? Gilgamesh,
in Sumerian mythology, is the hero of the sun par excellence while
in these works he could well represent blindness; it is difficult to know because
saturation is a key principle here, with too much to see, too much silence,
too much obviousness and too much mystery making the appearance of these figures
amount to
much the same thing. In an untitled piece from 1986, an ensemble of lines form,
in perfect perspective, a curious, yellow landing strip, overhung by a tapering
nose and a cross. The ambivalence and reversibility of this composition
of signs leads us to the conclusion that de Dominicis' iconography is anything
but static: by sheer obviousness and an almost medieval implicity, he drains
and relieves the signs of their primary meaning. The artist puts on a tragic
spectacle of our own incapacity to grasp the signs of immortality wherein hapless,
dislocated puppets with no pretense of divinity, ask not to be contemplated
but revived. In this respect, de Dominicis is still on the trail of Gilgamesh,
the quest for immortality, which, in art at least, is in need of permanent reappraisal.
In 1969, the artist himself said, "To really exist, one has to be able
to stop inside of time." The overview afforded by this show - the oldest
pieces come from the 1960s - clearly retraces the succession of forms this desire
to stop time have taken on in de Dominicis' work; the fossil (the Pompeian
skeleton struck dead while walking his dog), the arrested image (the red balloon),
the purity of crystal and the metamorphosis, perfectly captured in a 1986 painting
with its fusion of greyish, long-nosed figures set against a suitably gloomy
background. The theoretical problem raised by this exhibition of work based
entirely on the untopical, is the distance to be found today in relation
to the image; how can it be given back its power without foundering in an ideology
relegated to "the era of technical reproducibility?" How can one go
about reconstructing a contemporary, as in active, iconography? These are all
problems that de Dominicis' whirl of signs confronts like a chess player with
a consumate sense of ruse. Mere speculation? Maybe. Let us say that as a painter
of impossible transcendency, de Dominicis is not unlike the lighthousekeeper,
his signals sweeping the horizon for the benefit of a ship that might never
come in. The lesson to be learned is that of Melville's Moby Dick:
there is nothing to discover in it but the sea, in other words, an expanse which
has been covered.
(Translated from French by Christopher Martin)
Nicolas Bourriaud is a Paris-based critic.