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You travel through Nic Nicosia's photographs as a voyeur might through a neighborhood, inspecting window after window for some illicit thrill. Your glance may be quick and incomplete, even hazy. At times you do a double take, not sure of what you just saw. Nicosia's grasp of cloaked emotions and stalled dreams is so complete, you can't help but feel you're privy to someone's private life, that secret world where a person's solid ground crumbles into sand and where a familiar present is swallowed up by a dark past or voided future.
My own response to "Nic Nicosia: Real Pictures 1979-1999" at the Contemporary Arts Museum is immediate and visceral. Here is an artist tunneling through the complexities of a genuine, urgent vision, operating as much from his gut as from his head, and actually saying something about white middle-class America. Nicosia charts the depths of suburban experience -- its moods, tensions and ambiguities.
But like an unreachable itch, Nicosia's photographs and films also frustrate, their meanings constantly biting at you but remaining elusive. His works exert a palpable closeness, an intimacy with the viewer that is disorienting and destabilizing. There is the sense of life lived not as a series of decisive moments but rather as a random accumulation of shrunken ones. To be sure, his most powerful photographs have the authority of dreams, filled as they are with powerful unconscious symbols and emotions.
Looking at these pictures, watching the films, you can almost hear the opening strains of the Twilight Zone theme. Rod Serling regularly set his strange morality tales in a world as ostensibly "normal" as the one Nicosia presents. Having grown up in the '50s and come of age in the '60s, boomers such as Nicosia have a special slant on what makes America tick. It is their sensibility that has shaped pop culture and its vision of the slightly dysfunctional family (one usually watered down to something funny, even adorable). By contrast, Nicosia's photographs show the powerful undercurrents of the nuclear family, its confused motives and mixed signals. Most of the works have a subtle Edward Hopper-like quality; there's always an overarching sense of melancholy just barely kept at bay, balanced with an oddly inviting warmth.
Born in 1951 in Dallas, where he has lived and worked almost uninterruptedly, Nicosia is among a generation of artists whose work made new use of the imagination's unpredictable wanderings and illuminated the way memory, association, innuendo and pop culture can run riot in the brain. Back in the early '80s works by a wide range of photographers increasingly blurred aesthetic lines while intentionally avoiding the unaltered, documentary style of late-'60s photography. Some artists manipulated the site before photographing; others manipulated the print, evoking painterly responses. Rather than adhere to established tenets, these artists demonstrated a concern for idea, content and making a visually significant statement. Nicosia's early images, for example, were photographic setups that could fool the eye. He surprised viewers with carefully constructed environments that moved between the implied sincerity of the documentary and the unapologetic fiction of popular culture.
In those works Nicosia applied color paper to an environment, so that the alteration he photographed fluctuated between illusion and reality, sucking you in with dazzling color and knocking you back with the obviousness of everyday life. Later Nicosia expanded such formally composed still lifes to include real people situated within hand-drawn, cartoonlike settings, all of which implied a particular narrative. Like Cindy Sherman, Jimmy de Sana, Laurie Simmons and others whose works exploited the "look" of mass-media formats -- movie still, soap opera scene, advertisement -- Nicosia assumed the role of director, constructing scenarios that emulated daily life.
The exhibition includes a classic image from his "Domestic Drama" series, which shows a child scribbling on a wall while her parents are preoccupied with changing their clothes. Nicosia's jokey, near-slapstick style continues in the "Near (Modern) Disasters" series, which includes the chaotic image of a father holding onto his daughter, who is about to be blown away by hurricane winds that have already hurled beach chairs and umbrellas out to sea. Nicosia allows all of the artifice to show in the photograph, including the wire rigging that suspends the girl in midair.
The series "Life As We Know It" deals with contemporary forms of violence that Nicosia feels has begun to threaten even his own family's safe suburban haven. One image depicts a well-dressed cocktail-party guest punching a man in the stomach while a woman in the extreme foreground smiles at the viewer. In another, two girls frolic and cartwheel as the mom, sitting next to the remains of a picnic, looks up from her book to check on them. Only on closer inspection do you notice, through the branches and foliage of a huge tree, that a plane is going down behind them.
There is tremendous freedom, joy and confidence in his early work, but in hindsight his spoofs offer mostly an overload of wackiness. Perhaps even Nicosia sensed the monochromatic camp of his big studio photographs, because he soon made the switch to the film-noir edginess of "real" locations using black-and-white film.