Benjamin King

Reality Dissolves, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

30h x 30w in

Benjamin King

Not Outside, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

30h x 30w in

Benjamin King

All the Forms, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

30h x 24w in

Benjamin King

Shines Through, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

11h x 14w in

Benjamin King

Pain Body, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

12h x 12w in

Benjamin King

Silence and Form, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

16h x 20w in

Benjamin King

A Confluence of Nature and Architecture, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

12h x 12w in

Benjamin King

For the Sake of the Children, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

40h x 30w in

Benjamin King

Mutually Beneficial Relationship, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

20h x 16w in

Benjamin King

Opportune Crisis, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

20h x 16w in

Benjamin King

New Factors in Disharmony, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

12h x 9w in

Benjamin King

Brings out the Madness, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

14h x 11w in

Benjamin King

Trickle Down, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

20h x 16w in

Benjamin King

What Cannot Coexist, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

24h x 30w in

Benjamin King

Nothing is Lost, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

60h x 72w in

Benjamin King

Garden of Material, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

36h x 36w in

Benjamin King

Hit the Pillow, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

30h x 36w in

Benjamin King

Folding Space, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

48h x 36w in

Benjamin King

Sky Drop, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

30h x 40w in

Benjamin King

Water Stealers, 2021

Acrylic on canvas

30h x 40w in

BENJAMIN KING

"Illusions of Separation"

39 Lispenard St.

September 10 – October 23, 2021

Benjamin King

Illusions of Separation

September 10th - October 23rd, 2021

Opening Reception: September 10th, 6-9pm

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

 

Freight+Volume is thrilled to present our third solo exhibition with Benjamin King, Illusions of Separation, a series of recent paintings, on view in our Tribeca location at 39 Lispenard Street, and has now been extended through October 23rd.

 

Benjamin King is part of the “New Landscape Painting” generation—a talented group of youngish, punkish, largely North American contemporary artists who bring a new turbulence, uncertainty, and emotional vulnerability to the rendering of the natural world. For King, messing with, either loudly or quietly, the scenic language of the past is indeed part of the point, and witnessed in a slew of shared satiric gambits: an often cartoonish, zine- or outsider-style figuration (trees like giant lollipops, crude triangles for mountains, eerie childlike oval ponds); a preference for dislocating, verging-on-scandalous color schemes; raggedy or scratchy brushwork, like a pattern-language, alternating with preternatural flatness; and, motif-wise, certain edgy, recurrent harbingers of damage—cataracts, explosions, strange growths, night fires, things melting or withering or long dried-up. The landscapes of video gaming and sci-fi graphics sometimes exert a contaminating influence; what's enthralling is how much dazzling beauty is achieved.

 

But there is something more in King's painting, too: a kind of residual moral scrupulousness, a seriousness, and a depth of emotion at once passionate and distinctive. The work is not flippant; King is never a mere debunker or maker of cartoons. On the contrary, his hypnotic, discursive tableaus—the orange and purple outcroppings, crusty clouds and funky rivulets, the contused wetlands, pink and yellow and black—themselves seem to be thinking about what it means to exist in the time and space of the picture, about the possible conditions under which all things might grow or persist, if not thrive. The brusque gray rocks and leopard-spotted tree trunks have their own kind of uncanny sentience, secret powers of cogitation and judgment.

 

And most recently, in King's marvelous new paintings we have tents—lovely, human-made things—with all the people, poetically speaking, that tents should and do imply. Whole communities of people: eating, drinking, sleeping, toasting s'mores, calling back and forth, and yes, maybe reproducing in the candlelight. Granted, the canvas geometry here is jagged, origami-like, not much headroom in these weird tents, but what are they for, if not to keep us warm and dry and to remind us how to live together in nature, with nature, modestly, without hogging all the space, disgorging odious poisons, or reducing everything we see to ash? The tents feel hopeful; Benjamin King isn't giving up. King captures the unnatural colors of the current moments of climate change with exquisite flair, but in his keen, unflinching, ever-heartfelt style. He also gives us *Something Big To Think About*, something we need to confront with urgency and toughness, and something curiously close to joy: we're not dead yet.

 

[Excerpted from Terry Castle’s essay, On Benjamin King]

 

Terry Castle is a writer and critic, described by the late Susan Sontag as "the most expressive, most enlightening literary critic at large today." She has published eight books on diverse subjects, including Masquerade and Civilization (1986), The Apparitional Lesbian (1993), and the prize-winning collection, The Literature of Lesbianism: A Historical Anthology from Ariosto to Stonewall (2003). In 1997, she was named Walter A. Haas Professor in the Humanities at Stanford, where she has taught since 1983. She lives in San Francisco.

 

Benjamin King holds an MFA from the University of Chicago and a BFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. King's work has been exhibited locally and internationally in galleries including Freight+Volume, Laroche/Joncas, White Columns, Longhouse Projects, ACME Los Angeles, Ridgeway Exhibitions, and the Painting Center. King is a fellow of the Edward F. Albee Foundation, and repeat recipient of the DNA Artist in Residence Award sponsored by Freight+Volume. Between 2009 and 2015, with artist Jay Henderson, King curated a series of exhibitions in NYC and abroad. Their group was included in an Exit Art and MIT press publication called Alternative Histories in 2010, a compendium documenting New York alternative art since the 1960s. He lives and works in Poughkeepsie, NY.