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Artists and deserts. They seem to go hand in hand. The desert is a romantic
symbol of isolation and retreat, a place of reflection and sparseness
in which an oasis - a refuge of plenty and relief - is carved out. It
is the landscape of transition; one does not stay except at those little
fertile spots. Rest a while and then on into the forbidding wasteland
until the next oasis. This image - of the artist as nomad - is more than
a convenient trope in the life and work of Mark Shetabi, whose personal
odyssey from Iran in the 1970s to America, has loaded him with cargo
of memories and images upon which he reflects in elegantly realized installations
and paintings. Concealing landscapes inside walls, accessible only through
tiny peepholes, Shetabi domesticates distance, contains vastness in dream-like
miniatures where the dialog between wet and dry is the central conversation.
The remove from which we regard his landscapes seems especially apt. Often,
they are concealed within ordinary architectural elements. In installations
such The Oasis (2001), we peer through peepholes in sterile doors
and drywall to the fantastic vistas beyond. These voyeuristic encounters
with enigmatic, artificial spaces resonate with other messages hidden
in artistic bottles, most memorably Velázquez's complex and famously
ambiguous rendering of his studio in Las Meninas, which Shetabi
quotes in his work. Seemingly at each level of their image and fabrication,
Shetabi has invested his work with the capacity to function as metaphor.
Illusory exterior spaces are contained within interior spaces, visible
only through lenses that define and distort our view. Arid and forbidding
a subject as the desert may be, Mark Shetabi attains a surprisingly rich
harvest from its apparent harshness. |