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Desert delight

Chromaticity brings the warmth of the southwest to heart of the Springs Preserve

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Mayme Kratz’s “The Blue of Distance 2”

Spiraling up through the center of the Big Springs Gallery at the Springs Preserve, Stephen Hendee’s “Thermal” defines the heart of Desert Chromaticity. The crystalline column of light extends dramatically from the floor right up to the arc of light fixtures hanging from the ceiling above. Golden yellows emanate from the base of the monolith, softening warmly as they skim the rich hardwood floors. Moving up the column, yellow shifts to orange. Just as the light turns a deep magenta, the form intersects the dark shimmering metal of a suspended architectural plane. Cool tones ricochet across the metallic surface, creating a purpley-pink haze along the ceiling of the gallery. Contained within “Thermal” is the full spectrum of a desert sunset.

A Vegas-based sculptor and installation artist, Hendee knows from Mojave twilights. He’s just one of a handful of artists assembled by Springs Preserve curator Mike Spiewak, for whom the desert Southwest is home. Inspired by its singularity, Spiewak sought artists whose work distills the intense experience of color in the barren Southwest.

Calendar

Desert Chromaticity
Four stars
Through March 7. Daily, 10 a.m.-6 p.m., included with ticket ($5-$10 with Nevada ID; $11-$19 for others).
Springs Preserve’s Big Springs Gallery, 822-7700.
Other shows worth seeing
The Doberman Motorcycle Club. College of Southern Nevada Fine Art Gallery, 651-4205
12+7: Artists + Architects of CityCenter. Bellagio Gallery of Fine Art, 693-7871
Heritage Translated. Left of Center Gallery, 647-7378

Singular doesn’t even begin to describe the quality of desert chroma. Take a walk into the wilds at high noon, and the whole world is blanched and monochrome. The landscape shifts in subtle brown and gray, and textures heighten as a tool for distinguishing distance and value. A bit of quartz tinted by reflected blue sky or a sprinkling of yellow wildflowers absolutely quench the eyes. Textures recede at sunrise and sunset with the arrival of nature’s complimentary light show.

In this vein, Mayme Kratz’s layered paintings of resin and natural materials galvanize an organic encounter with color. “12 Knots” consists of 12 thick square pieces—ranging from orange to yellow to green—embedded with dried grasses swirling like birds’ nests. Materiality diminishes as lines of grass graphically transform, interchangeable with fine linear drawings hidden deep within the resin. The color is muted and distant. The sensation is that of a suspended moment in a fragile ecosystem.

Desert chromatics of a more man-made variety punctuate the show. A netting of freeways criss-cross the Southwest, and for most, the highway and the desert are inseparable. Mashing up digital and chemical photographic techniques, Sam Davis’ “Queen” and “8” deftly capture the sun-saturated skies of the wide-open road. Vivid anonymous signage shimmers like a mirage at the edge of vision, dwarfed by a sky so blue it makes your heart hurt. The haunting “Spyshot 2” is a memory play in muted tones captured with a German Minox spy camera. Inversely, a kitchen-sink developing process results in dreamy streaks of primary yellow/red/blues desperately trying to re-enter a fleeting sepia thought.

Kindred spirit Shawn Hummel taps a similar strain of desert sublime. Car culture, saturated hues and signage of the neon variety are shuffled effortlessly with fetish finish and formalism a la Clement Greenberg. Think of it as Chromaticity: The Vegas Edition. Hummel’s stacked aluminum diptychs are orchestrated oppositionals: “venusianbacksideVSteallustre” or “moltenhorizonVShotpearlmagenta.” My favorite is “brazilVSpearlblack. The top panel looks to be a blurred c-print of nighttime neon, but the flattened reds stain onto black in a slippery play of painterly finesse. The bottom panel is straight-up pearl onyx automotive paint on aluminum: sleek, scrumptious, and that most hated of art words—sexy. It’s enough to make Marilyn Manson blush.

And that’s just the beginning. Chad Brown’s vibrantly perceptive color-drenched renderings in juicy oil paint dovetail beautifully with Hummel’s electrifying hues. “Track,” in particular, hums with the urban illumination of a nocturnal desert metropolis.

Not to mention Catherine Borg’s parched photographic meditation of a discarded boat, an achromatic study in deep desert textures and human transgression of the natural environment. Or Ayako Ono’s hushed interior studies in blue. Or David Baird’s luminous miniature resin structures, offering a kind of architectural introspection.

Desert Chromaticity rocks. It continues the Big Springs Gallery’s trend toward wicked smart curatorial efforts that thoughtfully complement the mission of the Springs Preserve.

I could ramble about the quality of light in the desert. The pure intensity of wavelengths of light that generate the shocking kick in the pants that color can be. The lack of distinguishable hues in some places and the spectral onslaught in others. The nourishing psychology of a deep azure sky.

Instead, I’ll simply recommend making your way to the Springs Preserve. Desert Chromaticity provides gentle lessons on how to quench thirsty desert eyes.

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