Rindon Johnston: A Wolf or a Hand (destroyed), 2018, hide, indigo, and snow, approx. 42 by 38 inches.
Rindon Johnson, who received an MFA from Bard College this year and lives between New York and Berlin, moves among a range of mediums and seemingly contradictory affects with a low-key confidence. A new 60-by-64-inch painting, No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No No (all works mentioned 2018), whose layers of rust, mold, dye, and Vaseline on leather are thick and dark as the fallout from an oil spill, solemnly evokes ecological catastrophe on a monumental scale. The animation I First You (11/11), made with Berlin-based sound artist Milo McBride, pans across a pink-toned, zero-gravity dreamscape built with a video-game engine, while a new video, Not Quite, combines a slideshow of snapshots with audio narration by the artist in an expansive, researched meditation on desire, process, and memory. And Johnson’s poetry is often funny, written with a sense of humor that is generous and relaxed yet biting. A one-line poem titled “I could do anything right now:” takes on the whiteness of the music industry, reading, in its entirety, “There’s a black guy in maroon five.”
In recent sculptural pieces, Johnson uses cowhide—manipulates it, cures it, leaves it outside to degrade—to think through toxicity, neglect, and nurturance. Sun-bleached or coated with rust, worn away by acid or slicked with Vaseline, the hides have been destroyed methodically and with care. Several works in process, fermenting in the dirt outside the artist’s studio in Upstate New York, look (via FaceTime, at least) like arid landscapes seen from an airplane window. He conceives of their components as by-products: the petroleum jelly in Vaseline, a material he rubbed on objects and human skin in early videos and performances, is a by-product of oil; leather is a by-product of cows raised for meat. Black Americans, Johnson contends, are by-products, too—of a country made with but not for them. In his practice, leather is a marked skin: weighted with decomposition and death, treated with materials—like indigo dye and coffee—that map the residue of chattel slavery.
