WHEN CRITICS ATTACK

April, 2005.

11211 volume five no. five
by Dik Ohadi

All this attention has renewed interest in the return of Spring, in life, color, painting. Goldmine Shithouse is a artist collaborative whose latest crime scene is the McCaig-Welles Gallery. The scruffy trio of paint slinging lads is made up of David Hochbaum, Travis Lindquist, and Colin Burns. There modus operandi is to invade the are of their next exhibition, establish a base camp/bad boy's club in which they eat, sleep, paint, shit, drink, paint, piss, and draw all the works for the show. The works, on panel, are pastiches of Post Graffiti doodles, with broad slashes of high-keyed acrylic, metallic pigments, metal leaf and images derived from 19th century engravings collaged or projected in incongruous juxtapositions. In some pieces there is a pane of thick clear resin encasing the pictures. There is a discordant note hit by combining the classic black and white linear depiction's of the drawings and engravings with the ultra-contemporary street nief notations and paint patches. This is the resonating factor that lends these works the quirky humor one might find in those chatchka plaques ("Home is where the Art is") from a Lillian Vernon catalog on steroids. Judging from the red dots this boy's club will keep rolling.
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