Graham Silveria Martin
The artist treats each subject tenderly, as if it were a human figure who might have posed in his studio. In a gallery, however, the installation of multiple urinals anonymizes them. “In this nonliteral space,” Silveria Martin notes, “the objects come in and out of focus. There is not a sharpness I am trying to achieve, they fall out of figuration and into something abstract”. Layered with gesso and captured in watery paint, the edges of the urinals bleed into the canvas, as though they inhabit an unfamiliar and slippery memory. But in the most reflective surfaces, the glazed porcelain is rendered so sharply that one can almost hear the echo of a footstep on tile. It is the sound and rhythm of absence. The negative charge of absent bodies resonates in the gathering emptiness. The sight of nothing becomes the site of haunting, in which presence on the margin is at once abstract and palpable.
While they project the erotic drama of nothingness, the ubiquity of the urinal invites the viewer to wonder about Silveria Martin’s relationship to the subject. “Fascination” the artist says, is a “softened description” of the creative process he admits is in fact “obsessive.” Be it fascination or obsession, this serial repetition nonetheless conjures the homoerotic proximity of the cruising spot, of multiple bodies connected in a single space. The proliferation of the urinal image reminds us of how queer imagination rejects factory-made, intended use through coded desires and practices.
The spreader, the focal point of many of the paintings, resurfaces as sculptures, carefully cast and fashioned into entirely unexpected beings. A pair of identical spreaders evoke Felix Gonzalez Torres’ famous clocks hung side by side, which start in perfect likeness and then diverge; their precarious mirror image anticipates loss. By replicating the urinals obsessively, however, Silveria Martin depicts absence to activate it, to hint at possibility, to make present the unique residue of prior ritualistic use. Both artists use loss to imbue the work with future life.
Silveria Martin’s series emerges from a sense of longing. He possesses the ephemera of the past––the physical urinal literally sits in his studio––with an acute understanding of its unknowability but also its potential to inform and deepen the present and future. Or, as Muñoz would say, to “nourish” them. Silveria Martin’s work attunes us to notice a sensibility that is not lost, freeing us from melancholy. The urinals span the generational divide by evoking, through their absence, a ritual beyond time. For queer people, creativity and desire, sexual or not, has always needed to invent itself from nothingness. Every thing, every place is an opportunity to see where desire leads.