Marcus Bowcott - Bau-Xi Gallery, Vancouver
Marcus Bowcott Anon 2008
Marcus Bowcott’s latest exhibition, “Thaw,” draws us into environments he knows
well: the inner coast of British Columbia and the Beaufort Sea, seascapes of political
and economic forces that have been steadily at work on Canada’s shores—now just
another node in a global network. Bowcott’s work reveals his dexterity with
abstraction, both as a form of painting and as a way of focusing the mind.
“Thaw” can be divided by surface subjects: seascapes with industrial elements,
icebergs and contemporary forms of transportation. All but one of the 14 images is
absent of people. So the word empty is an easy but inaccurate response. These
landscapes may be without people, but the detritus of our existence is immediately
evident.
Marcus Bowcott Alley 2008
Bloated, pale-white and anonymous, commercial aircraft are about to depart into an
all-encompassing haze while another has just arrived out of dense cloud, wing light
slurring through thick atmosphere. The seascapes are not just seascapes but
booming grounds, with colours as mobile as light on slack tide, offering minimalist
renderings of the shifting hues and lateral movement of water. Bowcott’s years
spent on the deck of a workboat places his painter’s eye at an angle to the world that
is unlike most others. These booms are actually the inventory of processing plants
linked to clear-cutting, raw log exports and monoculture reforestation. It’s a form of
extinction we humans practice on things around us as we perfect our many forms of
suicide.
Bowcott’s compositions also draw the eye beyond the booms, through bands of
water and light to a distant shoreline. Barely visible are nearly erased shapes:
sawmills, factories, smokestacks. But there is no smoke. The mills are idle,
factories down. Even the paintings of icebergs stress the space between ice islands, steadily widening as the islands melt away. Here, it’s not human presence that
matters; it’s the evolution of a planet with no implied preference for our well-being,
no interest in our definition of wilderness as regions untouched by humans. That
classification places us outside nature; with hubris we “manage” the planet’s
processes if only to reduce smog during Olympic Games periods.
Marcus Bowcott’s work, beautiful and unnerving, is that of an artist who understands
painting as a form comparable to language in its power to focus the eye and the
mind simultaneously. The seeing experience is the thinking experience. That’s why
the eye lingers and roams; that’s why the mind poses answerless questions.
Marcus Bowcott On the Beach 2008