Joseriberto Perez is preoccupied with anthropology and its developments within Modern Art and contemporary aesthetics; much of his recent work looks at the decolonialization and reclamation of space. Simultaneously building and excavating forms through printing, drawing and painting, the work is sensual, emotive, metaphorical and occasionally ironic. Perez’s projects are heavily process-based to produce complex layers of found textiles, embedded patterns and hand-made textures. The stratum constructed through his conscious and intuitive decision-making result in scrims of information that invite the viewer to slowly uncover clues to feed a deeper experience with the work. These layers sometimes retain their autonomy; more often they are compressed, camouflaged, and woven together to enmesh spaces that are inviting but challenging to access. Much like the histories we think we know, information about a particular past is always fallible and fluid.
Ultimately, Perez’s project is deeply tied to the transformation of materials through process. His mechanisms for making are both familiar — as we see in his work in painting — and unfamiliar — as in the subtle and expansive installations he creates that suggest new ways to navigate the spaces within his exhibitions. In either case, the work is always visceral and full of the tactile complexity one finds in the most engagingly made things. Perez defines his practice through the resonating ways one experiences a history piled on top of other histories. Whether those intervals are brief or whether they allude to extended generations, the result is always evocative and rich.
Joseriberto Perez received both his BFA (2007) and MFA (2017) from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago; prior to receiving his MFA Perez was awarded the Cannonball local artist in residency in Miami, FL. His exhibition record is extensive and includes, Sad Men on Bad Afternoons at Tops Galley in Memphis; SFCC at Florida Atlantic University Galleries in Boca Raton; Network of Escape at Tile Blush among many other projects in Miami. In Chicago, he’s shown at Shane Campbell Gallery, The Hyde Park Art Center and the Sullivan Galleries at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. He has received the South Florida Cultural Consortium Award and several Presidential Scholarships. Perez lives and works in Chicago and currently teaches at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago in the Department of Fibers and Material Studies.
From a review in the Miami Rail for Joseriberto Perez’s exhibition at Guccivuitton, Miami, Florida:
Joseriberto Perez, A Durable Scale of Value
February 8-March 22, 2014
Story goes: Joseriberto Perez grows up in Miami, goes to school at SAIC, moves back home, and paints paints paints for the next several years. In his small studio, finished canvases are stacked like pizza boxes in the bedrooms of the hikikomori, those young Japanese who fear the outside world, finding refuge in the abstractions of their computer screens. Yet here, in Guccivuitton’s Little Haiti storefront, we have an elegant and slim selection of 13 paintings. There are two more in the hallway, and more in the back, hung and stacked. It is the editing, both within the pared down compositions and in the exhibition’s design that reveals Perez’s several different styles. With brush seemingly in each hand, he paints portraits, still lifes, landscapes, and then non-objective scenes that still could turn out to be one or more of the above. They point to the outside world (that Miami of which we never tire) and still slip into that non-world of shape, color and sensual evocation.
The paintings abound with small considerations. Perez has painted the borders of some, and the sides of others to reveal a continual picture plane. On a few, he sinks a line of staples into the sides for good measure. The palette is muted yet still evocative; subtle brushwork allows for an oscillation of blur and clarity has the viewer sliding his glasses up and down the bridge of his nose. You peer through the paint to see windows and vases, creeping foliage, and portraits with no faces, and then peer through those to see more paint: the handling of the greats—Abts, Richter, Klee.
The first large paintings one comes to— left to right “those slender at windows” and “a little washed up drift” (both 66 x 84 inches)—are both clamped down with a series of broad black vertical stripes. The painting on the left has an empty center, inverting the idea of painting as window, and a rough camouflage of green and black around the border, suggesting both wallpaper or kudzu creeping up a wrought iron fence. The one to the right is more abstract. The same bars exist, now holding in a sea of blue. A seascape perhaps? At least until one notices the polka dots beneath the surf—graphic anchors for the composition. I keep returning to evocation, but it’s so refreshing to see in these works all of the wonders that paint—that oily, staining sludge—can conjure.
Both paintings seem drafted in a small composition on the opposite wall. “Disrupted niche” (8×10 inches), which has the same bars and the same leaves, only changing the blue for yellow. Connections like this run through the exhibition. In many cases, the paring seems to predate the individual paintings.
The exhibition’s title is a bit of concrete poetry lifted from an old copy of National Geographic that at first feels obfuscated, pedagogical, and drab. That said, it is how it came to rest on the press release that connects to how the works came to rest on the walls. They were lifted from somewhere else. Quoting—of styles, of subject matter—is what’s at play. Not allusions to other painters, but rather the physical slice and placement in a new context. Take a random assortment of Perez’s titles:
“green when wet”
“seen but not looked at”
“little pink shores I know not”
Don’t they look seem plucked from previous literature? Wouldn’t Burroughs be proud of my cut-up stanza? In addition to painting’s history, one must also consider the poetics of collage—the elapsed space existing between original and present situation. So again I return to the editing. While I could stare at these paintings all day long, it is the surrounding absence that brings them into focus.
— Hunter Braithwaite