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Rebecca Campbell

The L.A.-based artist mines her childhood for 'Poltergeist,' an solo show at L.A. Louver, striking a very productive vein.

March 01, 2009|Scarlet Cheng

Childhood is a time of joy and of terror, and even as adults we hardly fathom the forces that shaped us. Some seek answers in therapy; Rebecca Campbell tackles the questions through art. Her new solo show at L.A. Louver, "Poltergeist," flexes multiple talents -- painting, for which she is known, on nine large canvases; then there's sculpture and installation and a short film. Every object tells a story related to her childhood in Utah, but she points out that those experiences have blended into other things that have happened since. On a professional level, she references formalist concerns about the history of modern art; on a personal level, the tuggings of nostalgia, parenthood and mortality. "I use the personal metaphor as foundation for a larger conversation," she says.

The exhibition invites the visitor in through an entrance made up of the double doors from her parents' home. They're flanked by palette-knife painted bricks and topped by a sign saying "Poltergeist." Inside, the gallery has become a haunted domain -- a gnarly full-sized tree covered in black velvet and dotted with glass birds filled with bright blue liquid; a Cubist kitchen table and chair set, with a "window" looking out to cornfields rushing by; and a wall-mounted oven with a clock that runs backward and is stuffed with books.

At her studio in Los Angeles two weeks before the opening, Campbell is engrossed in putting the finishing touches on one of the two paintings that make up "Highlander." They are larger-than-life paintings, one featuring a brunet adolescent girl and the other her looking-glass twin, a blond. Both are pretty and a little Lolita-like with their tanks tops, their short pleated skirts and lots of pensive attitude. Two assistants work in an area behind the studio. They're methodically measuring the steel wire for the sculpture "Satellite." When installed, 600 copper bees will appear to be flying in a swarm, with each one suspended on a wire and held in place by a bead of solder underneath, its position determined by a logarithm. Bees are the symbol of Utah, Campbell points out, and copper is mined there.

Wearing a paint-stained warm-up jacket and her red hair in a ponytail, Campbell is intensely focused, whether painting the rubber bangles on one girl's wrist while a third assistant uses the drill or sitting down to talk about her work as her son toddles in the background.

Eight years ago, she had the distinction of being signed on by Peter Goulds, director of L.A. Louver, shortly after she got her MFA from UCLA -- thus joining one of the city's most prestigious art galleries. It's been four years since her last solo show there, and in between she had her first child and bought a house with her husband. With a slow smile, she credits pregnancy with triggering this avalanche of creativity. "I had an explosion of ideas. It was hallucinatory," she says. The resulting work wrestles with both the strange beauty and the disquieting demons of growing up, and in doing so, she proves that you can go home again -- only what you find there may surprise you.

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There's a certain cohesiveness about this group of work. Could you speak to that?

I've been very interested in the concepts of memory and of nostalgia. I'm also interested in Roland Barthes' concept of punctum, the thing in a work of art that makes it transcendent or flips your consciousness. I find that the thing in a work of art that grabs you is often the thing that's the most elusive.

I was thinking about all this, sitting on a porch one summer, and I had a moment of nostalgia. The smell, the feeling of the heat on my skin. . . . It took me back to a time in my childhood, and that moment led into many other moments. I realized that time is nonlinear -- I was 37, and I was 5, and I was 16, and the most interesting part is that I was also 57 and 87. I could already anticipate the things I would lose. I really feel that nostalgia is a way that humans have developed to deal with death. I looked up the origin of the word -- the Greek root is "to return," and it's related to the Old English "to survive." It's this urge to find a wholeness or meaning.

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The title of the show is "Poltergeist." I'm under the impression that a poltergeist is domestic, it's in someone's home, and also, it's disruptive.

It's not necessarily evil, or harmful; it's just a spirit that's restless. [For the show] I made it very literal and wanted to go back to the ghosts. I literally set up my parents' front doors to go back home. You'll walk in and see the tree.

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Where did you find this tree?

The tree I found walking my dog, about six blocks from my house after spending months and months looking for a tree. It had to be dead in order for the wood to be properly cured, it couldn't be diseased, and it had to be beautiful. It's an avocado tree. I was walking along with the dog and said, "That's the tree!"

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The bluebird can be a symbol of wishes and dreams. Does it have that connotation for you?

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