LES BILLER – MOVABLE DIAMONDS OF REALITY

Mid-Sixties: LES BILLER between Japan and California

by Rosanna Albertini

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LES BILLER, Isabel , 1966 Oil on canvas. Full painting and detail. Courtesy of the artist and Rosamund Felsen Gallery C

LES BILLER, Isabel, 1966 Oil on canvas. Full painting and detail.
Courtesy of the artist and Rosamund Felsen Gallery

“Sensations and thoughts remind us  that “reality”, not only burdened by, but also truly made with all our projections, is the real object in question Luca Patella, (1964)

A natural  cultural environment: going into a patch-work meadow, with colored checks, we find olive and other trees that smell good and talk… Trees talk (… playful and serious) of all the human actions, relations and transformations. Besides, what else under the sky?” Luca Patella, (1970)

“Is it possible to define conceptual art? The very first moments of a new born tendency are like the movable crystals of a kaleidoscope.” Giulio Paolini, (1967)

LES BILLER, Diamond Garden, 1965, Acrylic, enamel, collage/paper Courtesy of the artist and Rosamund Felsen Gallery

LES BILLER, Diamond Garden, 1965, Acrylic, enamel, collage/paper
Courtesy of the artist and Rosamund Felsen Gallery

“I wish an anti-theatrical Art, the necessary condition to have Art living a life which is sincere … conceived for a micro, or a secret  society. An introverted, mysterious Art acting by evocations and not by immediate theorems, not coming directly from reason. I think of something like a vision, expressing a memory’s meaning, looking like a prophetic object.” Claudio Parmeggiani

LES BILLER, Heian Family, 1964-67, Oil enamel on masonite

LES BILLER, Heian Family, 1964-67, Oil enamel on masonite  Courtesy of the artists and Rosamund Felsen Gallery

“Each event, the way it’s distinguished, is a myth. Each action, the way one lives it, is magic. We create mythology when we tell stories, and give a new life to the magic structure of a space.” Paolo Scheggi  (1965?)

LES BILLER, Chinese Nature in Southern California, 1963 24" x 20" Oil Courtesy of the artist and Rosamund Felsen Gallery

LES BILLER, Chinese Nature in Southern California, 1963 24″ x 20″ Oil   Back of the painting
Courtesy of the artist and Rosamund Felsen Gallery

LES BILLER, Chinese Nature in Southern California, 1963 24" x 20"  Oil Courtesy of the artist and Rosamund Felsen Gallery

LES BILLER, Chinese Nature in Southern California, 1963 24″ x 20″ Oil   Front of the Painting

“Anxiety and urgency of ideas, research as ‘obligation,’ worries about evidence, define the grotesque destiny, the charming unpleasant-ness of our days art. Upside-down the muse, reversed the painting, endless transcription, time arbiter, they all  bring derision to the temporary nature (and splendor) of the image.” Giulio Paolini (1967?)

LES BILLER, Fuji, Shrine, Face in Cloud, 1967, 28" x 22"  Oil, enamel, pencil on wood Courtesy of the artist and Rosamund Felsen Gallery

LES BILLER, Fuji, Shrine, Face in Cloud, 1967, 28″ x 22″ Oil, enamel, pencil on masonite
Courtesy of the artist and Rosamund Felsen Gallery

“Only a conceptual balance can destabilize the present: an unsteady balance between past and future, between forgetfulness and discovery.”    Vincenzo Agnetti

The starting point in writing, painting, and many other human activities, is often a dark cloud hiding the brain. Mister Thinking is asleep, or pretends not to be there. Then Lady Intuition appears and bumps into the cloud of Thoughts. There is a path, no one knows where it goes. The human personality perhaps doesn’t have any role in this story, except being driven by emotions. Why I’ve placed a few lines written by early Italian conceptual artists next to Les Biller’s paintings I don’t really know, they were conceived in the same decade but this is a fact, not a reason. Making art was not, for them, living in their heads. Italians are not Americans. Away from reason and structured theories and rationalized spaces for living, away from industrial happiness. In the Nineteen Sixties.

My conceptual people did not fear a tentative navigation over a vague, unclear stream of un-decisions: human actions floating in a large, magic space of sensibility; a reality built by our projections, often out of focus, dissolved in nuances, dreams, alterations, disappearances. That’s also in Les Biller’s art.

Nor do I want to imprison his American art in an Italian conceptual cage because I’m in my native water with Paolini, Agnetti, Scheggi, Parmeggiani, Patella, Ferrari. But, Les Biller’s art made me find their words today. In the Sixties I was lost in philosophical labyrinths, kissing boyfriends in secret corners, not yet restored, of the Thirteenth century convent that had been transformed into the humanities’ home called Università Statale di Milano. I was fantasizing about the plague, for centuries cured in the same rooms of our classes, when the convent was a hospital. I missed then all the wonderful artists who were there, in the same city or nearby, a parallel universe for me. Yet, now that I read them and hold their art inside me I see that now is the right time, I ‘m a tree of the same forest.

Italian thoughts around Les Biller’s paintings are soft companions offering a glass of wine to their American friend, sharing struggle and doubts. They don’t ask. There is nothing to ask for, only life that becomes art. Isabel’s diamonds spread the sparks of life of a baby girl who did not make it. The painter father asks the bushes to tell his heart, the small figurine fades, while colors sing her laude, forever.

“Once upon a time there was … the common place.

The violence’s noise … is a guarantee.

The wisdom’s sound … is a risk.

The opposite could also be true, it depends on your musical education.” (Vincenzo Ferrari)

Not so frequent to meet an artist with family, many children. These paintings, made in a time of transitions, journeys between countries and memories and painting modes, seem to me generated by a secret inner space, the only one from which a new human adventure for an artist can begin. Les Biller lived in Japan for three years with his family, back to Los Angeles accepted a job at UCLA, was a teacher of Figure Drawing with Richard Dibenkorn and Lynn Foulks. “For each painting I could start a new journey, I only have to go through…” Les says. And it’s a luminous journey; images are not allowed to be still, or organized around one single perspective. They move along with the artist’s mind. A diamond opens its facets to become a garden in dawn and sunset, always pervaded by pink light.

As in Samuel Beckett (the short stories written in the late 50s and 60s) things move and get in the artist’s path. They have the beauty of landscapes altered by unconscious turmoils, the eyes editing cuts and angles with humor, and multiplied questions. What to do with flatness? Painted pages. In another beginning, Les has been a writer. But images prevailed. An odd body of transformations brought him to merge Chinese nature with California palm trees, only one jungle growing in his mind, as if time had overcome the resistance, the inertia of images asking to be separately recognized, identified. No way. Here we have the real presence of mental operations. On the living texture —the real canvas of Les Biller paintings— if images seem still, it depends on the distance, but they like better to float, as light as a flying albatross, free from the ground, they never really stop. His mind works like an illusionist: “He is a boy and suddenly an old man,” (Beckett) he is a boy enchanted by the oriental furnitures of grandmother’s house and not much later a father in Japan climbing mountains, absorbing fog and colors. Les Biller’s visions will change in the 70s, but let’s be here with him for a while, taking in with our eyes these few, evocative paintings, “prophetic objects,” and let’s embrace the courage of a dreamer.

Quotes of Vincenzo Agnetti, Vincenzo Ferrari, Giulio Paolini, Paolo Scheggi, Claudio Parmeggiani, Luca Patella, come from the small, precious catalogue of the exhibition CONCETTUALE IN ITALIA 1965-1972, published by GALLERIA MILANO in 1987.

A WALK ON THE SKY

 LES BILLER, a Los Angeles painter, and his most recent painting: VETERANS AFFAIRS

by Rosanna Albertini

BEWARE THE IMMEDIATE IMPACT, il colpo d’occhio we say in Italian, as if pupils could shoot at the painting. “To see a painting requires time. One enters the space and stays there for a while, like reading a novel.” Les Biller’s words. He lets each of his canvasses grow and change through time, accepting the simple reality that all the physical sensations hitting his mind in the moment have the right to be in the painting: a smell, a sound of helicopters over the studio… and the flying machines will be in the mental scene he is observing and painting. Hard to drive words into a painting without crashing them against the wall of common sense. Or avoiding the search for a meaning, the truth of which is there, and not in art history, not even in Les Biller’s history as a painter. One painting, this painting.

LES BILLER,   Veterans Affairs  2014  48" x 52" Courtesy of the artist

LES BILLER,    Veterans Affairs    2014     48″ x 52″
Courtesy of the artist

HERE IT’S A LOS ANGELES CORNER, West Adams near the artist’s studio. A geographical note, but in the painted reality it’s transfigured. The artist peeps out from the door just slightly open, his ghost behind the scene, maybe curious to see what the other self is painting from the other side, spectator in front of the scene as we all are. A veteran, a black man sitting on the sidewalk, some garbage. Lady Justice, naked and blindfolded, gropes for something to touch. Only air. Missing the man, she heads to the pile of garbage. Miserable story nailed to the literal. Wrong way.

Meantime, the voice of my old professor of Latin at the University of Milan keeps speaking in my mind: “Do you know what Lucretius did in his De Rerum Natura? He removed the underpants from Venus.” (Venus = Nature) And I keep mumbling that here Les Biller removed the underpants from Edward Hopper’s paintings of urban corners. He gave life to the street. No more nice houses wrapping the intimacy of life in the interiors. There is no home for the black veteran.

Reality is ugly. I walk in Los Angeles, and ride the bus. A homeless man stretched out on a bus bench screams and screams, “It is not right ” — his head, the face, are hidden by a cylinder of cardboard. An inner space of some sort. There are streets invaded by people protesting against a bad use of “Justice” still, and again, against black humans. The artist has antennas, he made his portrait of these moments of urban life, in the least conventional way.

A TRIUMPH OF GENTLENESS, the painting gives back to the veteran a grace that only colors can build: his feet with no shoes, covered by strips of fabric, rest on the blue, the clear blue of the sky that, for a moment, fell on the asphalt and made it soft. The man’s windbreaker is pink, maybe a faded red, the garbage is the cleanest I ever saw: a despondent garden of Eden. Everyone can see and read many stories in this painting. As for me, I’m touched by the fluid strokes and the luminous street Les Biller has imagined, as if giving back to the veteran dreams and feelings he has probably lost. An open air home clean and pleasant. We call them soldiers, homeless people, we don’t know anything about them. We see them, that’s all. And the best thing an artist can do is what Les did, shameless and candid: he let’s us see them as human, walking on the sky. WHAT A WONDERFUL PAINTING!

 LOS ANGELES IN LES BILLER’S EYES

LES BILLER, Alvarado Corner, 2014, watercolor, ink, crayon  10 1/4" x 14 1/4" Courtesy of the artist

LES BILLER, Alvarado Corner, 2014, Watercolor, ink, crayon 10 1/4″ x 14 1/4″
Courtesy of the artist

LES BILLER, South L.A., 2014  Inks   7" x 10 1/4" Courtesy of the artist

LES BILLER, South L.A., 2014,  Inks  7″ x 10 1/4″
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LES BILLER. Sunset, 2014 watercolor  10 1/4" x 14 1/4" Courtesy of the artist

LES BILLER, Sunset, 2014, Watercolor 10 1/4″ x 14 1/4″
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LES BILLER, Rainscape, 2014, Suminik, watercolor, acrylic Courtesy of the artist

LES BILLER, Rainscape, 2014, Suminik, watercolor, acrylic
Courtesy of the artist

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