May 24, 2013

SLOW ART REDUX: Emily Jain Wilson

Paul Graham, Pittsburgh, 2004

Paul Graham, Pittsburgh, 2004

“We’ll look at five works for ten minutes each,” I said after my group assembled in the Koret Visitor Education Center for SFMOMA’s version of Slow Art Day. “Please don’t read the placards. I prefer you not take notes. The works’ identity won’t be revealed until the follow-up discussion here in the center.” I was excited about the possibility of exploring the wonders of less distracted, even decontextualized visual thinking.

First up was a 2004 photograph from Paul Graham’s Pittsburgh portion of his 2007 book A Shimmer of Possibility. “Feel free to get close to the image,” I said, observing the members of my group surrendering their attention. Slow looking is an exercise in trust, I realized.

Our second selection was Trisha Donnelly’s two-room multimedia installation (2013) in the New Work series. It resists easy definition; I chose it specifically for its ineffability. About five minutes into our gaze I noticed my restlessness. Later someone described how viewing it made her feel pushed to the left side of the gallery. Some members felt repelled, while others enjoyed the experience. One person said, “It made me self-conscious.”

Next was Felix Gonzalez-Torres’s 1992 Untitled” (America #1), a floor-to-ceiling cord of 15-watt light bulbs. Installed differently each time it is shown, it’s a slow burn, with a fragile, nearly painful brilliance that forces active looking—staring at “Untitled” (America #1) physically hurts the eye. Our bodies mimicked our sight as we circled the work, which was placed in the center of the room. Other visitors happily joined us.

Slow Art Viewing with Emily Wilson

Slow Art Viewing with Emily Wilson, in front of Felix Gonzalez-Torres’s “Untitled” (America #1), 1992; photo: Charlie Villyard

While guiding my participants toward the fourth selection I noticed a collective sigh of Oh no, not that one. When briefly glimpsed, Glenn Ligon’s White #13 (1994) seems impenetrable, but a patient roam of its surface reveals letters and flickers of white struggling through luscious black paint stick. “I kept seeing the word God,” a member of my group later said. “Godfather,” echoed another. Someone else added, “I read A Brief Vacation.” Ligon lifted the text from “White,” an essay on race in the cinema by theorist Richard Dyer.

A pale, humongous, naked lady glowed within our last work, Jenny Saville’s 1999 canvas Hem. Squeezed into the top frame, the lady’s head wore what our group found to be a mysterious expression. Up close and personal, Hem’s delectable, fleshy surface evokes frosting, peach ice cream, prosciutto, and milk chocolate. Paint? It’s food.

The Paul Graham selection prompted heated discussion. Can a photograph be viewed in the same way as a painting? Was it wrong to have isolated my selection from its adjacent series? I suggested that this photograph—the one most frequently reproduced from A Shimmer of Possibility—is analogous to a sentence extracted, for example, from Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past:

And on one of the longest walks we took from Combray, there was a spot where the narrow road emerged suddenly on an immense plateau closed at the horizon by jagged forests above which rose only the delicate tip of the steeple of Saint-Hilaire, but so thin, so pink, that it seemed merely scratched on the sky by a fingernail which wanted to give this landscape, this exclusively natural picture, that little mark of art, that indication of human presence.

Not only is the structure of this winding sentence representative of the entirety of Proust’s circuitous narrative, its subject—the steeple of Saint-Hilaire—is metonymic, like Ligon’s word fragments and Saville’s foodie brushstrokes. The steeple stands in for and distinguishes the town of Combray.

Fragments of psychedelic light are the distinguishing, uncanny details of Graham’s photograph. They are revealed by allowing one’s eye to wander through the photographic landscape with the same rhapsody as with any staggering work of art in any medium.

Emily Jain Wilson grew up in the Bay Area and received a BA in English and an MFA in painting from the University of California at Berkeley. She has been an affiliate at the Headlands Center for the Arts and recently showed her work at the Patricia Sweetow Gallery.

Leave a comment

Please tell us what you think. We really love conversation, and we’re happy to entertain dissenting opinions. Just no name-calling, personal attacks, slurs, threats, spam, and the like, please. Those ones we reserve the right to remove.

Sign Up

Join our newsletter for infrequent updates on new posts and Open Space events.
  • Required, will not be published

Dear Visitor,
We regret to inform you that Open Space is no longer active. It was retired at the end of 2021. We sincerely appreciate your support and engagement over the years.

For your reference, we encourage you to read past entries or search the site.

To stay informed about future ventures or updates, please follow us at

Thank you for being a part of our journey!