If you grew up in the Black church as I did, upon walking into Petzel Gallery to see Derek Fordjour’s Self Must Die exhibition, you will recognize in the first gallery the hallmarks of the church. Fordjour has given us the variable shading, cut pile carpeting, a rigidly unforgiving wooden pew with a pocket in the back for hymnals and prayer books, and, displayed around the periphery, paintings depicting pallbearers shouldering a coffin, identically robed members of the choir, a more lavishly robed minister looming over a pulpit, and a pedestrian procession of Black folks waiting in line to pay their respects to the deceased.
In keeping with the way Fordjour has long been working, the painter’s love of pomp and pageantry is evident in “Pall Bearers” (all works 2020) where the top hats, tailed coats, brightly orange waistcoats and lilac boutonnieres of the figures along with the gold foil of the coffin contrast with the dour, funereal sky in the background. Fordjour’s penchant for lush colors and surfaces dovetails with the theme of churchified rituals of remembrance. The rites of joyful commemoration aren’t ever really for the dead; they are for us, the living, especially for Black people. The ceremony tell us that — at least in the funeral ritual — we will be treated by our community with care, respect, and perhaps even love. The expression we used in my church is “going home to glory,” and in the painting “Procession (After Ellis Wilson)” Fordjour alludes to this by painting the people in the queue in muted blacks, grays, and in silhouettes, while the stained-glass windows of the chapel consist of heavenly pastel colors.
Even if you aren’t familiar with the Black church, the sumptuousness of Fordjour’s painting will keep you rooted in the gallery. Years ago I had an experience of a Rembrandt painting when I suddenly understood why people go on an on about him. Across the room I could see the figure emerge from the chiaroscuro as if carved out of it, and then up close the brushwork was daintily exacting. I felt this here as well, seeing from 20 feet away the riot of hues and tints in “STRWMN,” and the pointillist figuration Fordjour makes out of newspaper, acrylic, charcoal, cardboard, and oil pastel cohere in a way that makes every object seem to dance. Then, up close, I perceive the rough and tumble of layered surfaces, the astonishingly precise choices he’s made to render creases and shadows.
In the second gallery, where “STRWMN” is installed, Fordjour points to the aspects of our lived lives that deserve to be celebrated and the many ways we come together to do so: carnivals, athletic contests, circuses, and bands. He demonstrates a truth: We make our own glory. And this is what I would rather go home to any day.
Self Must Die by Derek Fordjour continues at Petzel Gallery (456 West 18th Street, Chelsea, Manhattan) until December 19.
In “Self Must Die,” Fordjour’s penchant for lush colors and surfaces dovetails with the theme of churchified rituals of remembrance.Read MoreArt, Derek Fordjour, New York, Petzel Gallery, ReviewsHyperallergicRead More