ok, so poetics and booze-fueled revery aside, a discussion of the kingston show...

i sit in a rarified space, in that i have seen kingston actually apply paint to canvas. we have upturned countless mexican brews as we pontificated on the act and passion of paint. that being said, the kingston show was truly spectacular. i have seen his faults and i have seen his glories-- kingston glides about at times-- but this particular show made any past discrepancies a very moot point. he is a child of klee, de kooning and guston. these influences peak out, but yeild to the single-handedly emotional, yet stoic brushstroke of kingston and his notion of layering forms and mists and files of information. the best of kingston is in the emptiness of space-- an emptiness that is, in fact, quite dense with information, fecund with reference. nothing is left out of a painting-- history, philosophy, geography, etc... the end result is a solidly consistant exhibiton of paintings that meet in a space of beautiful synchronicity.

kingston seems enamored (as i am) by landscape and the mysterious gloss of it's potential. his approach, however, is one of interpreter-- he sees and evaluates according to his practice...

this is painting of a high, high modernist slant, with the salient gist of a man and artist engaged in his time and it's precedents. we need more of this.

much more...