SINCERITY AND WIT OF ARTIST
Terence Mullaly
Anthony Slinn is an artist whose sincerity is
undoubted, whose seriousness of purpose is challenging and who displays
wit.
The first two are in reality the sine qua non
of worthwhile art, although in an age that pauses with respect for the
“happening”, they are too often lacking in artistic performances
that none the less win acclaim.
Wit is different.
At; any time it is rare. What
is doubly striking about Slinn’s work is that he displays wit in a
form drawing upon contemporary conventions, yet as it must to be
deserving of the name wit, going beyond them.
All this is emphasized by the setting of his London
one-man show.
The atmosphere is informal and the space airy.
All those factors that make most galleries in some degree
intimidating and artificial are lacking.
Anthony Slinn is preoccupied with the world in
which we live.
What is refreshing is the form taken by his
concern. He is no mere
observer.
Evidently fascinated by the work of certain
contemporary artists who have contributed images today widely familiar
he produces pastiches of their work.
There is a wall, it greets the visitor, full of
paintings in the manner of Keith Vaughan, and one of the six large
panels of his “Nineteen Seventy” is devoted to Bacon.
The points made by Slinn are far from arrogant.
For instance, he writes across the Bacon pastiche “it’s a
pity you can’t mimic the paint quality with these stupid dots.”
I hope that here is a talent that will develop.
I should like to see less commentary, more of what Slinn himself
has to say.
Peter Fuller
Anthony Slinn’s most recent pictures, painted in
a meticulous mock pointillist style, retain a patina of Pop, with a
super-abundance of admass references and tickertape-type slogans which
streak across the surface of the pictures.
But his concern seems to be with the establishment of a visual
art critical dialectic, at once both personal and public, a witness’s
testimony to the suffering of Bacon, Van Gogh, and Michelangelo. Other walls are covered with a diversity of paintings and
collages, which, though they impress by their versatility, lack the
confidence of the last series. Strange
machines perpetually pump out mechanical music, from little magic boxes
with huge ear-horns placed at strategic points on the gallery floor.
The impression one receives is of an eccentric inventor with a
surrealist’s love of irrational coincidence, set free in the sleek,
smooth world of the media consumer. A very exciting showing.
Marina Vaizey
Anthony Slinn is an amusing egoist in his work,
plays with all styles, makes various visual and verbal puns and probably
needs to settle down just a little; but his work is nothing if not
ebullient.
Frederick Laws
The artist concerned is not making up to anybody.
In oils and gouache there are obsessionally religious works of
total unorthodoxy from Anthony Slinn.