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George Dunbar "Contemporary Art In An Antique City: Looking Back At The Orleans Gallery"
October 19, 2018

This NOLA Life Stories interview was conducted by Mark Cave for The Historic New Orleans Collection and produced for WWNO by Sarah Holtz.

George Dunbar is a contemporary artist from New Orleans whose work has graced the walls and halls of exhibits around the world. In the 1950s, he banded together with several other contemporary artists who identified with the abstract movement known as the New York School. Together, they opened a co-op gallery on Royal Street. In this edition of NOLA Life Stories, Mr. Dunbar describes this moment in contemporary art, which found its nexus at the Orleans Gallery.

This NOLA Life Stories interview was conducted by Mark Cave for The Historic New Orleans Collection and produced for WWNO by Sarah Holtz.

"A Modern Art Pioneer Down in New Orleans:An 89-year-old maverick reflects on the life and community he built down South," The New York Times, T Magazine
June 5th, 2017

by, Sara Ruffin Costello

photo credit: Paul Costello

A pair of alligators cruises diagonally from one side of the muddy bank to the other, right in front of the artist George Dunbar’s house — a literal stone’s throw away from his porch. “If you live here, you can really see it,” he says, referring to his neck of Louisiana. “The bayou is so much more serene than a river: It’s a tidal stream, it goes both ways.”

Dunbar’s remote location — about 30 minutes north of New Orleans, perched on the banks of Bayou Bonfouca — has afforded him the solitude required to create a lifetime’s worth of art, in a range of media. “I’m painting with a mop right now,” he says conspiratorially. “We try to continually change and be better around here despite the fact there may not be monetary success.”

Dunbar is an abstract artist, and was selected as Art in America’s “New Talent” in 1955 when his gestural paintings hung in the same galleries as Franz Kline’s and Cy Twombly’s. He might have been a household name if he had chosen to spin around the axis of the art world. Instead, he and his canvases were yanked from New York City — at the dawn of a promising start — to stand vigil at his terminally ill mother’s bedside in New Orleans. “Southern tradition trumps everything,” explains the Whitney Museum trustee Donna Perret Rosen, about Dunbar’s untimely departure from the Abstract Expressionist scene happening in the Northeast. “But you know, he went back not just to take care of his mother, but to find his own voice.”

To pay rent, Dunbar physically toiled as a land developer in Slidell, rising before the sun to carve out new canals and streets. By midafternoon, he’d withdraw to the French Quarter, to teach a drawing class. He was tasked with securing models for the students, which he fondly recalls required a bit of flirting: “I’d give myself an hour, head down to Rampart Street and talk a girl into coming along for the afternoon.” After teaching, he and his charges — and their model for the day — would grab cold drinks at the Napoleon House and talk about art. By midnight, Dunbar would either collapse onto the bed at his nearby Pontalba pied-à-terre or drive back to Slidell, where he had to report to the job site by four a.m. the next morning, to do it all over again. “Energy…” he says, “…I always had a lot.”

Around the same time, Betty Parsons, the New York City gallerist known as the “den mother of Abstract Expressionism,” was introduced to Dunbar on a trip to New Orleans. She requested a picture to hang at her gallery back in Manhattan, so Dunbar quickly shipped her one of his collages, only to call a few months later and ask for it back. He wanted to include it in a local show in the French Quarter. “I was so stupid,” Dunbar laughs. “Betty was launching Ellsworth Kelly at the same time.” It was the mid-1950s — and in New Orleans, the concept of a contemporary gallery didn’t really exist. Artists would show their work in antiques shops alongside old French chairs and dusty chandeliers.

So Dunbar, along with a few local artists, opened the first contemporary art gallery in the South. The Orleans Gallery’s white rooms ultimately became the de facto headquarters for the new Abstraction movement happening below the Mason Dixon. “It had nothing to do whatsoever with Southern art,” Dunbar explains. “None of us considered ourselves Southern or regional artists; we were just a group of people making contemporary work and wanting to show it in a clean space.”

The gallery was a hit. “You wouldn’t have thought in a city that respected antiquity so much, you’d find an audience so committed to modernity,” Dunbar says.

Today, the 89-year-old artist is shockingly nimble, moving purposefully between the cottage he shares with longtime partner, Louisette Brown, and his art studio next door. He wears the same uniform as in his youth: jeans, a denim work shirt, one leather and silver bracelet and a blue bandanna tucked into his breast pocket or wrapped around his head.

The cottage, a modern structure designed by the architect Lee Ledbetter and furnished with rare antiques, sits atop a man-made hill molded by the artist himself. A small Franz Kline work sits discreetly on a guest bedroom bookcase, while a mid ’50s vase by the late ceramist Katherine Choi commands attention on a nearby shelf. “A lovely thing,” Dunbar says about the vessel. “it simply possesses all the sensitivity of China.”

For Dunbar, art is at its best when it straddles the line between handsomeness and brutality. He offers as an example one of his own pictures, from his rag period, that practically covers an entire wall in the bedroom. “I dropped rags from the balcony at my studio — they landed better that way than if you placed them … And sometimes it all just really worked. I find you lose the energy when you go back in and add things.”

His work has found its way into multiple museums since the ’50s — including the New Orleans Museum of Art (NOMA), where he recently had a retrospective show. (When Dunbar moved back to the area to care for his mother, NOMA was called the Delgado, and was as committed as ever to the classical canon.)

In the exhibition’s aftermath, Dunbar can’t help but reflect on his career. “Yes, it was a tremendous decision to leave New York, but let’s put it this way; it wouldn’t have been the same living in SoHo. I raised my children on nine acres with horses.” He thinks for a moment before adding, “And really, time is the only true measure of how good you are. I’m not sure there’s really any other way to measure.”

"Review: George Dunbar: Beyond Style," The New Orleans Art Review

by Terrington Calas

GEORGE DUNBAR, “Elements of Chance” A Retrospective
The New Orleans Museum of Art
New Orleans, LA

The strange and confounding and irresistible art of the modern era has several facets. That is one reason it continues to stir us. And it has never been as tidy or as ostensibly rational as traditional art. It has never settled for the obvious: Behold nature, the human pageant; re-state pictorially. After Cézanne, that notion soon became quaint. One forceful and purist strain of modernism has always insisted on the artwork’s autonomy, on a resolve to cre-ate objects that had little or nothing to do with the visible world. It gloried in the artist’s right to center on her/his inner landscape — the private ponderings, the private demons — or, in the fact, on art itself.
Among the consequences of this aesthetic impulse is something that might be fancied “modern classicism,” a splinter group, mostly abstract, devoted to the nobility — the almost Re-naissance nobility — of the sensuous object.  Painter George Dun-bar is essentially of this faction.  
Today, standing apart and taking a focused look at this pivotal New Orleans artist is an odd experience.   In the late 1950s and 60s, when his art began to reach its stride, it was still doctri-naire — on the national scene — that none other than abstract art was really sanctioned.  It was the moment of “authoritarian ab-straction,” the moment when Clement Greenberg’s Kantian police kept the art culture in purist tow.  Dunbar, in a certain sense, was a part of that; he was among the small group who spearheaded the embrace of modernism in New Orleans.  He helped establish a local milieu — certain artists, collectors, art professionals — for whom abstraction became the capstone of advanced contemporary art.  Thus, the local scene, or at least a vital part of it, assumed the New York hierarchy of the time. 

That climate of stylistic hegemony, of course, has long vanished.  In the past twenty-five years — an aesthetically per-plexed period that, nonetheless, finally concedes the continuity of art history — the notion of a single reigning orthodoxy would seem unthinkable.  And today, abstract art is regarded as one valid approach among several others — certainly venerated but, in some measure, nostalgic.   In some quarters of the art world, however, it has attained new authority.  This is based, apparently, in a revived awareness of its potential richness.  The genre has advantages.  One — and the most conspicuous — is its ability to afford unal-loyed visual pleasure, something easily overplayed but also crucial for engaging the viewer.  Another, which seems to matter more than ever, is the psychic objective long associated with particular branches of abstraction.  This latter can provide a density — both of meaning and of feeling — that is sorely missing in much of today’s art.  
DUNBAR’S WORK, with its breadth of content and form, at-tempts to mine the potency of abstraction.  His route, as I say, is a variant of classicism.  For him, classicism does not mean easy loveliness. But it does mean the dignity and cogency of marshalled form. And this, of course, invites the concept of Beauty. Classi-cism, whatever its kind, always pursues beauty.  But in the mod-ernist sense, it also pursues truth — or rather, a particular take on truth.  It attempts to dazzle you with fabricated sensuousness, all the while admitting the contingencies of the artist’s domain and practice: the studio, the processes.  And, at best, admitting also the artist’s subjective reality.  It is classicism of a slightly flawed vari-ety, beauty with its human source in plain view. With few notable exceptions, the major modern classicists — from Cezanne to Cub-ist Picasso, from Pollock to early Frank Stella, to Brice Marden – all produced work with a decidedly “direct” quality.

For Dunbar, this is fundamental.  In his handsome retro-spective,  “Elements of Chance,” expertly curated by Katie Pfohl for the New Orleans Museum of Art, you can see that this has always been so. There is the sense that the reality of art as physical work is basic to him. He often notes a fondness for the degree of “ugliness” that results from undisguised process. The very nature of his classicism keeps him well aware of the spectre of cloying beauty. This wide-ranging exhibition reminds you that he has long been associated with a unique brand of grace and elegance. No matter what he did over the span of his career — the early torn-fabric collages, the insouciant abstract paintings, the constructions fashioned from scrap canvas, the ornamental yet punished metal leaf pictures — there was always present the mitigating element of perfect taste. No artist ever pursued ugliness with such refinement. 
The inherent paradox in this was central to Dunbar’s ap-peal. His first authoritative work appeared in the late 1950s, when audiences conditioned by School of Paris suaveness had just be-gun an infatuation with New York School grit. It is easy to imagine them drawn to the tensions of such a variance. On the technical level, this was the logical art for its time, the fitting artist’s re-sponse to our collective aesthetic education.
And yet, philosophically, it was perhaps a deterrent.  Dun-bar’s technique was so fascinating that it veiled his core meaning. His local devotees were absorbed with his innovations. Certainly no New Orleans artists before him had followed the modernist course so fervently. And, more than anything else, that course was characterized by his compulsive embrace of technical proficiency in the service of itself. If ever there was a stylist, it then seemed, Dunbar was surely it. One could look at an early work and truth-fully refer to it as a calculated celebration of Prussian blue or, in another case, a sustained study of the force of a brushstroke.  Con-sider the extraordinary Red M, from 1959, a painting that rivals de Kooning in sheer virtuosity and in its chromatic sophistication. 
SUCH SOPHISTICATION is part of the larger, ruling tempera-ment of Dunbar’s art. His view of the world — and, in turn, his fundamental aesthetic — is an intellectualizing one.  His is a system-drenched province of abiding balance.  Most of his works seem to rest on a severe governing scheme, even if that scheme is barely perceptible — as in the more dynamic instances: his “ac-tion paintings,” like Red M, or his later Marshgrass series.   At all times, though, you perceive a certain eccentricity, indeed a waywardness, regarding pictorial syntax.  This is a key aspect of Dunbar’s originality.  (Hence the validity of this exhibition’s title.)  In the magnificent strict-edged mandalas and painted reliefs — like Coin du Lestin (1999) or Coin du Lestin XXXVI (1996) or Le Rouge Grande (2015) — he submits a Renaissance-like symmetry and calm, then swiftly undermines them.  Each painting is centered with a hovering motif — usually a classic geometric configuration — but irregular layers of clay or metal leaf surround it.  

The effect is not very unlike the freely gestured contours in Kenneth Noland’s early targets.  And there is a similar tension, albeit more complex.  A kind drama is created in the Dunbars: an unmistakable emotional unrest.  This is a consequence of technical nuance.  Every detail of these paintings suggests disturbance, not merely the contrast of geometry versus gesture.  Within the crisply delineated motifs — perfect interlocking circles, triple-lined semi-circles, elegant rounded triangles — there are also persistent im-perfections.  The metal-leaf surfaces, especially, betray a wound-ing course of direct-hand work.  Slight tears and scars, tonal shifts: they all disrupt the precision and, clearly, any sense of composure.
The fascinating point, however, is that in the midst of his tasteful technique-centered maneuvers, Dunbar was striving for a meaning beyond style.  During a certain period, beginning in the early 1990s, that meaning came closer and closer to the surface. It has never become entirely clear. Dunbar’s art is one of intimation, not of declaration. In his sleekly elegant mandala paintings, he re-mained shrewdly taciturn. But the adoption, in the late 1980s, of the human torso as a recurrent motif provides a valuable clue. At first, it seemed that its choice was simply in deference to a classic, enduring image that lent itself to the abstracting contrivances of a true modernist. That seems less true now. This motif, seen in the context of his entire oeuvre, helps to disclose a side of Dunbar we never expected to see.
I mean an emotional, and perhaps tragic, side. It is in-triguing to watch an artist of such extreme discretion move in this direction — even if intermittently.  It is also supremely rewarding, since he relinquished none of his famous gallic taste: his student days in Paris clearly have left a permanent mark.  Even in the face of a basically expressionist theme, Dunbar enveloped these works in an aura of pure visual hedonism — though hardly enough to subdue the startling and urgent meaning.

Over the course of a few years, his torsos — initially, the wall-hung pieces — became disquieting metaphors of emotional anxiety: they are breached, truncated, scarred, fairly obliterated by the artist’s hand. It is impossible to overlook the unrest in these works. They possess the raw passion of 1980s neo-expressionism and something of the despair of pre-war German art.  There is in them, simply put, the ring of human truth.   It is as though the aesthete-to-the-fingertips, the polished Francophile — for a brief time — opened his soul to you.

This is so, but he did it in a way that no true expression-ist would. The neo-expressionists communicated their meaning by triggering   poignant recognitions in us,  often by signaling specific events in history.  Dunbar’s torsos (he has described them as “ba-roque”) connect more slyly.  And without specifics. The outcome is not the predicable surge of feeling.  Rather, it is a suffused redo-lence — but unmistakable. 
To accomplish this, he summoned up the intricate tech-nical strategies that characterize his more formal works — that abiding stylistic tact. Even the impassioned topic does not disrupt that impulse.  The intensity of his wall-hung pieces, for example, is mitigated by utter sensuousness. They fairly celebrate the me-dium itself: the rich, patinated clay.  His art of intimation remains undiminished, based in a considered fusion of Symbolist oblique-ness and Matissean hedonism.  In other words, he took a squarely German subject — the disquieted human figure — and lavished it with the utmost in refined French taste: perfect muted color, rhyth-mic calligraphic scorings and, frequently, a discreet use of metallic leaf.  This was subjectivity smartly veiled. 

And yet, the Dunbar torso smolders as an expressive im-age — clutched into memory.   In his total oeuvre, it seems some-thing of an anomaly, but it may be the most revealing facet. This is notably evident when he extends the theme to three-dimensional form.  In that instance, he ennobles it, suavely condenses it.  The result is crisply lucid: sculptures that shatter his style-imposed obliqueness.   And you grasp more surely the subjective core.
That core, it would appear, discloses a singular metaphys-ical quest.  Diety IX, a commanding example from the series, is simultaneously a formalized schema and a haunting spiritual pres-ence.  Works like this may be as close as Dunbar now gets to a religious art — something he touched upon in his youth.  A small, incendiary Crucifixion (1957), a painting, is one of the gems of this exhibition.  Indeed, his Diety’s antecedents might include the crucifixion — the ultimate symbol of human vulnerability and sac-rifice.  But a more persuasive reference is the Nike of Samothrace: goddess of triumph, emblem of noble unassailability.  The tenor of this sculpture affirms it.  Within Dunbar’s steadfast honing of form, you sense a distilled hauteur.  The torso seems to soar.

At the same time, however, you detect something akin to religious spirituality: a reach of feeling that encompasses both anxiety and hope.  This Nike, if one might call it that, seems not entirely unassailable.  Again, technical treatment is the key.  Pre-dictably, you see a classicist at work, burnishing an idol-like ob-ject until it is, indeed, idol-worthy.  But here, as in most of the sculptures, Dunbar manipulates the stone like an Action Painter’s brush — as if impassioned.  The stone looks animate, “slashed on.”  You imagine Franz Kline as sculptor, uttering disquiet with every “stroke.” There is control, no question: the sleeked form.  But now, Nike’s loftiness is humanized — a trace of the emotional, and perhaps a tacit longing. The Diety, in this incarnation, creates an aura of prayer.

AS I SAY, DUNBAR’S breached torso is an enduring mental im-age.  What remains with you is a conflicting idea of art on the axis between refined rigor and unequivocal emotional content.  You conclude that Dunbar is saying something about human anxiety but also something about his aesthetic mechanism.  It is this hybrid that makes the torsos so compelling. They disclose the reasoning of a mainstream modernist confronted with the difficult but urgent task of grasping the unpalatable and transmuting it into the palat-able. This is why you can look at one of these pieces and walk away both moved and gratified.
This exhibition surveys Dunbar’s entire body of work. The greater part of it, as we expected, is a manifestation of classi-cal restraint made modern, the prudent revelation of a thinker with a fluent touch. At a certain moment, some of that restraint was modified and, apparently, sullied by human truths. This defines Dunbar’s career as richer than most.                      
Press Release: George Dunbar 'Palladium'

by Richard Speer

In Palladium, his fourth solo exhibition at Callan Contemporary, critically acclaimed artist George Dunbar (b. 1927) explores the beauty of one of the world’s most alluring metals.  Dunbar has long used palladium leaf, a distilled form of platinum, to impart a unique luster and a sense of character and history in his powerfully dynamic compositions. The mixed-media paintings and sculptures in the exhibition, all of which incorporate palladium, range from 1999 to the present and encompass the artist’s work in relief, hard-edge abstraction, and figuration.


“I thought it would be interesting to show the connections of my different periods of work by using a common medium, in this case palladium leaf,” Dunbar notes.  “It works beautifully with the white clay we use and has a purity and sterility to it that is unique in art.”  The artist first encountered metallic leafs in baroque shrines throughout Europe and Central America and has for many years incorporated them into his pieces—layering palladium, gold, or silver leaf atop multiple layers of fine clay, then distressing the surfaces with specialized tools.  The finished works exude an aura of extraordinary refinement and elegance, counterbalanced by a sensual, organic tactility.  The exhibition at Callan Contemporary follows the artist’s career retrospective, George Dunbar:  Elements of Chance currently on display at The New Orleans Museum of Art. 

Dunbar studied at the Tyler School of Art at Temple University and the Grande Chaumiere in Paris.  Since 1953, his paintings and sculptures have been exhibited across the globe and are included in some of the world’s most prestigious private, corporate, and institutional collections, among them The British Museum (London), New Orleans Museum of Art, Ogden Museum of Southern Art, and North Carolina Museum of Art.  Critics have praised his instantly recognizable style in both national and international publications such as ARTnews, Art in America, and La Revue Moderne. He has played a seminal role in nurturing contemporary art in the American South, beginning in 1957, when he co-founded Orleans Gallery, New Orleans’ first artist’s co-op and a nexus for contemporary art across the region.   
Uniting Dunbar’s diverse bodies of work is an invigorating quality of gesture and composition, which flows from his early exposure to the action painters of the New York School.  Major influences on his aesthetic development included Willem de Kooning, Cy Twombly, and Franz Kline—the latter of whom Dunbar knew personally and exhibited with, while in Philadelphia in the 1950s.  “Franz Kline’s gestural work had so much to do with energy,” he reflects.  “He would point out an area to me where one of his large brushstrokes went off the corner, and he’d say:  ‘You see this mark?  I could ‘correct’ this compositional ‘flaw,’ but if I go back and change the composition, I’m going to lose the energy.’”  Dunbar incorporates the exuberance and kineticism of Abstract Expressionism into his artwork to this day.  “The motion that you put into gestural work gives off an energy,” he says.  “You give up control, but you create energy.  I still use the gestural style in my raised surface work.  In periods of my work such as my Rouville series, even though I’m using modeling paste, I use the same gestural vigor to apply the shapes to the board.” 
Painting daily in his studio overlooking Bayou Bonfouca, Dunbar pivots effortlessly between two- and three-dimensionality, luxuriance and austerity, control and the spontaneity of what he terms “the accidental triumph.”  In the palladium pieces, the metal’s icy glow emanates a hushed, pristine ambiance that is almost glacial in its immaculateness.  With their complex surfaces, evocative forms, and gestural vitality, George Dunbar’s paintings and sculptures bear the hallmark of an aesthetic visionary and innovator.