Dr.
Paolo RIZZI (Art Critic)
Venezia _ ITA
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A female nude is before us, offering herself, surrounded by
a mysterious azure light. She seems out of a Northern
European painting of the early Renaissance. But something
is wrong: on one shoulder, under the breast and over the pubis
are weird little tubes, worm-like filaments which seem made
of plastic.
Strange and contrasted: these are the primary characteristics
of this troubling Turkish artist who, after spending ten years
in Austria, Germany and France, comes to exhibit here in Venice.
A new and original presence which cannot leave one indifferent,
as it touches contemporary mankind's vital nerve centers.
Nezir paints with the old masters constantly in mind, but
with the consciousness of the tense duality of an age torn
between humanism and a fascination with technology.
He calls his paintings "physio-mechanical."
In them, man's physiology is contaminated by a sort of mechanical
leprosy, which climbs up the skin (in the form of fine plastic
tubes, pumps, manometers, switches and levers), replacing
nerve bundles, especially under deformed and bald skulls.
An impressive accomplishment in that it contradicts any normal
view: the technological monster is placed within the body,
forming horrifying growths. Nezir accpmplishes this
while remaining true to the heart of the painting, avoiding
the artifices and technicity of fashionable neosurrealism.
I was surprised by certain paintings and drawings Nezir did
as a young painter from Tatvan, Eastern Anatolia (Nezir is
of Kurdish origin) while in Istanbul, still ignorant of the
influences of the Italian Renaissance and German mannerism.
This same style became more refined during his six-year sojourn
in Vienna. From the start, Nezir obviously showed an
innate affinity for European painting, and something pushed
him to root out the near-Eastern tradition and replace it
with the thick meandering of Nordic fable. As years
went by, cultural affinities defined themselves as Nezir's
work reached for a general climate more than a precise model.
It is indubitable that the influence of Leonardo played an
important role form the beginning. There are also references
to Breugel in the physical deformations; the stylized aristocratic
figures from the protorenaissance of Durer; the mystery of
Cranach; even certain visions of otherness swarming with life
of Altdorfer. Above all, the clash of classical
15th century Italian art with the intrigue of German gothic,
comparable to the confrontation of styles that gave rise to
mannerism. Here, the painting of Nezir attains voluptiousness.
It is interesting to see how Nezir succeeds in amalgamating
fabulous traditional themes with the tastes of today-- a splash
of surrealism, echoes of German Sachlichkeit (Otto Dix in
particular), a bit helping of magical realism and an eye-opening
dose of savory science fiction inventions.
Certain audacious perspectives from above, certain fragmentation
in the deliberate elongation of form, certain obsessions in
naturalistic introspection, and above all the mix of old and
new (i.e., the human and the mechanical) add to this painting's
fascination. These same deformations become not a game
of formalism, but an expressive element of high psychological
content. Imbalance and incongruity are naturally present
as disconcerting factors. And especially, the mechanical
insertions in the body (the above-mentioned tubes and filaments)
produce a tormented image infused with poignant symbolic quintessence.
A painting like this, with its anachronisms and classical
references, causes shock waves in the panorama of today's
art scene. We are face to face with such a strong immersion
into the past that it produces strange forward movements;
we cannot tell history from fantasy. Nezir moves in
ambiguous territory, where the risks are high but so is the
spirit of challenge, of adventure. Given current cultural
context, this is perfectly plausible. The coherence
with which this challenge is carried forward with painterly
boldness and the patience of a medieval minaturist are undeniably
admirable.
A Turk from Kurdistan comes to us in Venice, a city still
imbued with mid-Eastern influence, to unlock a world (that
of German gothic, modeled by the renaissance spirit of Durer)
which seems frozen in its gilded molding. We can say
that history can be delivered to us through fantasy.
The tubes protruding from the woman's body attest to this
improbable result.
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