Atilio Pernisco and his ‘Transfixiones’

Once again, Atilio Pernisco confronts us with ourselves. But this time, his characters, shipwrecked on the brink of impending disaster, experience death as a revelation. In the mesmerized contortions of their gestures, both suffering and pleasure, fall and transcendence present themselves as aspects of one and the same monstruous epiphany.

2840 Error, Atilio Pernisco.

This duality in Pernisco’s universe is also visually supported by a personal language that combines classic figurative rendering, of an almost photographic persuasion, with a purely gestural impulse, bordering on abstraction. And just as it happens with the work of Jenny Saville, Glenn Brown or Mark Tansey, in Pernisco too, any glimpse of a narrative line breaks down into the materiality of the work itself: the impetuous brushstroke, the blur, the stain, the dripping light, the unexpected dissonances…

Thus, everything points, in this new avatar of Pernisco’s work, to a vision committed to its own dystopian nature. A vision aware that the end of the world as a theme has ceased to be the privilege of our fictions in order to become our collective reality. Our nuclear wars and planetary infernos, our genocides and global outbreaks transcend all biblical proportions, for they no longer respond to the fantasies of an abstract god but to the self-fulfilling prophecies of our cataclysmic ambitions.

It is from this perspective that Pernisco redefines the medieval tradition of The Ship of Fools.

Ship of Fools, Atilio Pernisco.

It is no longer the jester, the drunkards, the rapscallion, the thief, or the religious frauds of Hieronymus Bosch who sail towards the promised land of the insane. In Pernisco’s ships (a dinghy, a small plane, a boat, an ark, or drifting pieces of board) now travel the lawyer, the art critic, the businessman, the hairdresser, the documentary director, the catwalk model, the astronaut, or the stock investor.

In these post-real, trans-fictional adaptations of our shipwreck mythologies, we all are the dysfunctional crew. Our perplexity, our grotesque laugh, our muted cry, represent the spectrum of possible answers to a single disturbing question: What happens when the end of the world ceases to be a secret aspiration and becomes our posthumous, hallow accomplishment?

* The exhibition Transfixions is on view at Artbug Gallery in Los Angeles from October 29 through January 2023.

Pablo Baler (b. Buenos Aires, 1967) is a novelist, critic and professor of Latin American literature at California State University, Los Angeles. He is the author of the novel Circa (Galerna, 1999, awarded with the Fondo Nacional de las Artes [National Endowment for the Arts] and the Premio Cultura de la Nación [National Culture Award] in Argentina) and the essay Latin-American Neo-Baroque: Senses of Distortion (Palgrave Macmillan, 2016). Baler has edited the international anthology The Next Thing: Art in the Twenty-First Century (Fairleigh Dickinson University Press, 2013), eleven essays on the aesthetic sensibility that will define thees 21st century. His short story collection La burocracia mandarina [The Mandarin Bureaucracy] was published first in Spanish in 2013 and then in Portuguese in 2017 by Lumme Ed., São Paulo, Brazil. A graduate of the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, Stanford University and the University of Berkeley, Baler is also an International Research Fellow of the Centre for Fine Art Research at Birmingham City University, United Kingdom. His next novel, Chabrancán, will be published in 2020 by Ediciones del Camino.


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