Stu Mead

Stu Mead's paintings touch the art world at a tangent. Not that he's exactly an outsider, having received a formal art education. But the Berlin-based American has a bigger reputation in "underground" culture than on the established art scene. Maybe that's because his paintings are unabashedly (one could even say sincerely) about their subject matter rather than about art. (Barry Schwabsky)
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First comprehensive edition of Stu Mead's art

hardback
large format 32 x 24 x 3 cm

176 pages in color on fine strong paper

 

At the end of history, at the close of the story of the West that conservative visionaries have been promising, we must publish all the things we have dreamed of even if it might face universal rejection. The people who will be going through the ruins of our civilization should know what we were thinking about, what shaped our opinions and determined our actions – just as we know that ancient Greece was more than a rhetorical exercise and an oasis of puritan civic democracy. This book is being published at a time when war is again more moral than a sexual orgy, a woman cannot beat a man with impunity, America no longer understands Dada and is turning into Sparta, England does nothing other than build houses and make pop music, France has forgotten why it once admired the Marquis de Sade, and Germany is so proper that it prefers to do nothing at all.
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Has anyone ever understood Stu Mead? It isn’t at all clear from the existing texts. Has Stu ever understood himself, when he often openly regrets the things he has said in media interviews? Yes, but today he chooses his words carefully. The superficial viewer immediately interprets his work as vulgar, and society threatens him with punishment for crimes against the contemporary understanding of the morals of modernity. Perhaps that is one reason why he has turned his back on modern forms and methods even though he was a sensitive virtuoso who could have been a modern master capable of skillfully working with what remained of Surrealism, Suprematism, and Cubism, just like Gerhard Richter in Germany and Peter Howson in England. But in the middle of his artistic career, Stu ceased shaping artistic styles and, just like the disappointed Howson, who let himself be carried away by the bitterness of Christian messianism, Stu Mead gladly succumbed to hell and to an exploration of his pleasures. There is nothing bad about that. If we did not explore the extremes of our imagination, we would not know where to stop in our reality. Even at the risk that we will not recognize it. But we have accepted this risk because we are willing to live our lives in a world of both uncertainty as well as promise.

Excerpt from text by Ivan Mečl

 

They are the sweetest girls one could draw, with little dresses, bows, panties; little girlfriends of Hans Christian Andersen or Lewis Carroll. Little witches who gather power the way some people gather mushrooms. Little girls who see their bodies as something natural. They don’t choose what they see: something that is new for them, inartificial, natural, ungrasped. And they learn to grasp it. To firmly grasp in their little hands the hems of their panties and the penises of large men. Plush animals held in a tight embrace are suddenly capable of giving other pleasures as well. After a while, our senses are so aroused that all it takes is a painted bear with a whistle and a bunny watching a girl by the fireplace with a yearning look on its face, and our minds imagine a zoophile group sexsession all on their own. Even the devil is shocked by the girls, and for good reason. Stu’s pictures are an authentic depiction of that rare moment when a girl discovers her power, which is contained not just in her genitals. In Music School, one girl is sitting apart from a trio of fussy-looking friends. She is slouched in her chair, legs spread wide, playing a violin without a bow, hollering with all her might. Stu says that she has just discovered jazz. Which could be the same as sex. And vice versa.

As sometimes happens to other artists whose subjects are in the transitional period from childhood to adulthood, there are people who find that Stu’s art exists on the boundary of what is legal. These charges are an unconscious and civilized way of masking the deeper taboo of the inviolability or untouchability of beings in transition. But Stu does not view himself as such a being: “I identify with the girls in my paintings. And I also identify equally with the boys and men (who often look like me) as well as the horses, cows and dogs. I’m a handicapped man, but still I’m a man. I’m not outside gender categories. I am not ‘in transition’. I’m just an artist with a perverted imagination trying to make good paintings.”
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Excerpt from text by Lenka Klodová

 

Stu Mead graduated from the Minneapolis College of Art and Design in Minnesota as a skilled and ambitious painter, someone who stood out in his field and would have made a name for himself one way or another. His early works show a solid painting style and an admitted inspiration in European modernism. His artistic skills are accompanied by a strong personal story. Stu was born with a congenital condition that causes his physical handicap. He studied at a school that in the 1970s was one of the most active centers of the radical feminist movement. One of his teachers was Andrea Dworkin. The subjects of personal identity, gender, social emancipation, and the exploration of existence all hung in the air and were easily articulated by Stu. In several works, he explored the subject of a male figure in a wheelchair. He found inspiration for his typology of female characters in 1950s American pop culture. The way he depicted space in his paintings shows his enchantment by the mannerist polyhistor and graphic artist Piranesi, whose labyrinths and imaginary towers resonated deeply with Stu. His success as a painter was set.
At this point, someone – I think it was Frank – notices Stu’s sketchbook and tells him to focus in his art on what he likes best. He tells him that one reason for making art is that it can make you feel good. From this moment on, his paintings become less consciously sophisticated in their visual composition, and the settings are reduced to mere hints at dark English-style rooms with a fireplace, pseudo-Gothic baths, and parks or cemeteries. The human figure moves to the foreground, skilfully worked, consciously straddling the line between fairytale illustration and vulgar comic-book humor: Stu brings his girls on stage. (Lenka Klodova, excerpt from the book introduction, 2015)

The fantastic and unrealistic nature of Stu Mead's art probably makes it possible for galleries and publishers to exhibit and reproduce his work, though its themes encounter the outer limits of legality. Mead's Freudian approach to his own sexuality is very close to surrealism and he often refers to the paintings and drawings of Hans Bellmer and Balthus as inspiring his own work. Bellmer and Balthus have both made no secret of their attraction towards young, female objects of desire. (Ghazi Barakat, Apocalypse Culture 2, 2000)

 

Stu Mead, master of the wiley prepubescent, slaps away at his slick, throbbing canvases deep in the Midwest – St. Paul, Minnesota, to be exact. Mead, luckily working in a community that prefers to turn a blind eye to what he does, has managed to build and sharpen one of them – there artistic visions ya read about in those fancy books. And he does it with a painting style so thick and creamy it takes a few minutes for the local grocery to dig through the sickly sweet camouflage to the tangy puerile center. (Steven Cerio, Seconds, 1997)

 

 


NOVÁ KNIHA S.D.CH.

 STUDENÁ VLNA 

 

Vydáno v předvečer konce světa 20.12.2012

PAVEL REISENAUER

Originální velkoformátové tisky, číslované a signované autorem.
 

 

UMĚLEC O AMERICE

Číslo 1/2012
 

Amerika v současném umění, filosofii, literatuře, poezii i komiksu.

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