ARTISTS RESPOND TO

STEVE BURNHAM'S WORK

Each week we ask other artists in the show and sometimes special guests to comment on the featured artist's work.

Ashley Lusietto
I imagine that if I could exist in the strange and poetic world of Steve Burnham’s paintings, I would encounter people as landscapes, emotions as textures, and a single idea would grow into a thousand abstractions. My thoughts would become: 
 
tentacles, floating orbs, radiating rays of watercolors
a web of patterns 
a sudden burst of violently bright yellow 
a single confident black line that winds and winds until it connects with itself or nothing
a once vibrant image washed in paint, a ghost
a drip in action, where there is no gravity
smears of ink dried out in the sun
 
If we could just live in this world, we might become friends with those intruders swirling in our heads.

Rafael Francisco Salas
Drawings by Steve Burnham carry a levity, an experimental joie de vivre. They are created with ink, spray paint, collage, scratching,  perhaps a prayer. The artworks carry moments of playfulness evoking Paul Klee or Joan Miro.  In addition, Burnham offers breadcrumbs towards content in his poetic titles such as “When the Baby’s Appetite was Limited to Trees” and “Pseudo-Panspermia.” These crumbs may lead to metaphors contained within the drawings, or just as easily lead the viewer off the path entirely. 
 
I appreciate the maximal tactility and texture of Burnham’s artworks. In “If Spring” we see three orbs created with spray paint, ink and what appears to be colored pencil. The shapes overlap and meld with each other and the paper. There is a depth to this layering, creating an improbably deep space. It’s like looking at cellular structures moving in a petri dish. A world appears contained within.

David Niec
Sometimes if I'm at a loss as to how to proceed. I realize that by just proceeding without a sense of certainty I might get where I want to go. These images feel as if constructed or I might say invented from this kind of 'one thing leads to another' approach. One observation leads to a pattern and that pattern might inspire a wash or another form or it might be interrupted by another thought. That thought might suggest another thought. An unexpected application of paint might lead to a different direction. I don't really know how they're constructed but I like to think about it and I like to let my mind wander with the possibilities that are presented from these concocted images.

Nirmal Raja
I gazed into the mirror this morning. I saw what I wanted to see--a face that hasn’t been groomed since two, maybe three quarantine months ago--unkempt hair and weary eyes, sagging cheeks and an indelible crease between the eye brows.

I practiced a smile. How big is too big? Do I show my teeth? Do I purse my lips? Is that the right shade of lipstick? Perhaps a dark shirt? Where do I sit so the light hits me from front and not behind? What is behind me and what does that say about me? Oh! why bother… Is RBF acceptable in a Zoom meeting? At least I can wear my sweat pants and no one will know.

Mirrors lie, screens lie, people lie. Does art lie?

Steve Burnham's drawing, Wise/Guy, is a magical mirror. Totemic in its unrelenting and steady gaze and mythic in the hover between human and owl. Does anyone else think that reality as we know it is an illusory mirror? A portal we can simply pass through to another dimension? Would you gaze into a mirror such as this – a teller of truths? I would if I could listen to the wise owl. And if I had the courage to stare back into the yellow all seeing eye.

Pat Hidson
I find Steve’s work to be compelling and evocative. The delicacy of watercolor washes with sensitive flowing lines, combined with emphatic bursts of expressive color and pattern make for a rich world to visit. I can see the organic quality yet filtered and refreshed with finely-tuned perception. When looking at it I feel as though instead of looking at it I am feeling it. What a gift especially right now!

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