REGAL UNIFORMITY
There's nothing more exhilarating than when a young painter takes a huge risk
and comes out on top.
Two years ago, Todd Ros shelved the gestural expressionism of his previous work
and introduced his first series of minimalist-style paintings. Because of their
conceptual rigor and aesthetic sobriety - each painting was composed solely
of vertical bands of color - there was never any doubt as to the paintings'
limited audience. Yet, because of Ros' flawless execution, the exhibit became
something of an insider's darling and beckoned the presence of a still-maturing
but formidable talent.
This month, Ros unveils his second exhibit of minimalist-style paintings at
the Augen Gallery. And again, the artist has exceeded expectations. Echoing
the pristine, rational painting perfected by Brice Marden, Agnes Martin and
other Minimalists of the 60's and 70's, Ros has presented himself as something
of a 90's anomaly. As Identity Art and Body Art have become all the rage for
younger, emerging artists, the 37-year old Ros seems content with his latter-day
brand of minimalism. Needles to say, traveling back in time has rarely been
so refreshingly worthwhile.
In the new exhibit, Ros has employed bolder color schemes than before, saturating
the paintings vertical stripes with a spectrum of high-voltage color-fields:
gold, cardinal, orange, red and ocean. In his last exhibit, Ros varied the number
of stripes in each painting: this time, there are exactly seven in each, giving
the group of seventeen paintings a glorious uniformity and regal absoluteness.
At their heightened best, the paintings stand like stationary blocks of mental
space, purged of all knowledge and social implications.
Ros began painting at age 29. To say he has come a long way in eight short years
would be to state the obvious, though it emphasizes a fact that should not be
readily forgotten: the artist has just begun to tap his creative potential.
In receding so deeply within himself for this exhibit, Ros, at a relatively
early moment of his career, has landed at something like the doorstep of his
imagination - and glimpsed a view of a more than promising future.
D. K. Row,
The Oregonian, May 15, 1998, pg. 62