MARK STEINMETZ: The gray that blankets the living…


By Doug Rickard

The gray lays on top of everything like a heavy blanket.

It is almost as if the suffocating gray inhabits the people and has slowly spilled out to seep into everything on the outside… covering every lie, every truth, every object and every thing… every hope, every dream. Or is it the other way around? Is it that the gray that blankets everything on the outside seeping into them? The gray that blankets the woods, that shadows the sky, that crawls over the open areas… is it them into it or it into them?

And the black tar, the rubber smells and oil stained driveways, the metal roofs and the ugly concrete porches… the dead end jobs, the tangled trees and the rotting leaves… are they there to reflect what exists behind the eyes or do the eyes tell the tale of these things, these places and the stories that speak from these objects. Perhaps they are interwoven and married to each other… perhaps they are one in the same… the surroundings, the objects, the eyes and the looks… the insides, the behinds, the violence and the beneaths. They must be made up of these places and they must share the time and exist together. Perhaps they are simply adjoined to the same fate and inseparable… unable to easily part ways.

Mark Steinmetz glides along through the belly of these American things. He finds the cycles and the undertones and speaks with a language that emanates out from these strangely American places and the people and the objects that make them. He soaks up the stories and the feelings, the life that tries to break them. There is a feeling of broken wills and lost hopes and the disappearing dreams of the forced growing up and the failures of the calloused common.

These are the common men doing the common things on their broken down dead-end streets. There are streets and trash and the homes without cash. Little streaks of white light but the streaks are shrouded by the coming clouds and muffled cries and the skies – no blue, only the colorless gray. There are the metal tracks and the sounds of the long gone train and the black wet dirt, the cyclone fences, the metal cans, the baby crying, no laughter, a lotta hurt. The southern, the eastern, the south… no west…

Middle of the working class road… dead end baby, the beautiful dead end.

Another one to set the bar, ignoring genre and leaving most of the “Contemporary Art” field dead in their conceptual tracks.

Bravo Mark Steinmetz from Georgia.

www.marksteinmetz.net

BOOKS: Mark Steinmetz

* Greater Atlanta (2009)
* South Central (2007)
* South East (2008)
* Tuscan Trees (2001)

ROB HORNSTRA: "101 Billionaires"
DIANE ARBUS: "The Eyes Have It: Gillian Wearing on Diane Arbus"
MARILYN MINTER: "Essay on New Work: Marilyn Minter"
THOMAS RUFF: "Daniel Birnbaum on Thomas Ruff" (1996)
BILL BRANDT: "The Social Legacy of Bill Brandt" (2000)
REVIEW: "Untitled by Diane Arbus" (1996)
REVIEW: TAIYO ONORATO & NICO KREBS - "The Great Unreal" (2009)
INTERVIEW: "Diane Arbus - Nudist Exposed" (2004)
LISE SARFATI: “Molly #03” (2008)
DIANE ARBUS: "Diane Arbus" (1991)
MARTINA HOOGLAND IVANOW: "Satellite" (2010)
INTERVIEW: "Pieter Hugo in Conversation with Joanna Lehan" (2007)
INTERVIEW: "Interview with Malick Sidibé" (2009)
MICHAEL SCHMIDT: "Not Fade Away: The Face of German History in Michael Schmidt’s Ein-heit"...
BILL BRANDT: "Don't Smile - You Look Stupid" (2004)
ASX.TV: Todd Hido - "Between the Two" (2006)
ASX.TV: Mark Steinmetz - "Greater Atlanta" (2011)
AUGUST SANDER "PEOPLE OF THE 20TH CENTURY"
MIKE DISFARMER: "Disfarmer Portraits"
MICHAEL JANG: "The Jang's"
INTERVIEW: Andy Warhol - "Modern Myths" (excerpt) (1981)
DIANE ARBUS: "Arbus's Box of Ten Photographs" (2003)
REVIEW: Bryan Adams - "Exposed" (2013)
DIANE ARBUS: "Flirt, Flash & Mirror" (2013)
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