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Gregory Grenon, Truth Is a Lie and Anger Follows

Lust or critique?

GETTING INACCESSIBLE

The sexually ambiguous relationship between portraitists and their subjects has generated no small measure of purple prose through the centuries. What was going on between Leonardo da Vinci and his Mona Lisa, or Jan Vermeer and his Girl With a Pearl Earring?
In this context, it's noteworthy that Portland artist Gregory Grenon, renowned for his erotically charged paintings of women, doesn't use real, live models; he paints from his imagination. And what an imagination it is. Truth Is a Lie and Anger Follows is tart, sassy and wholly unbeholden to any conception of feminism. Like Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Grenon is obsessed with painting youngish women in garish colors and confrontational poses that accentuate their vulnerability.

The girl in Getting Inaccessible woozily swills a cocktail, her eyes in a stupor. The girl in Esteemed and Intense has a black eye, while the girl in The Arrogance sits defiantly on a stool, her legs spread in that particular way that girls are taught never to sit. There's a trashed-out skankiness in the louche posture of the Courtney Love look-alike in Truth Is a Lie. Grenon has finger-painted the woman's skin; his black fingerprints cover her arms, chest, neck and face. 

Literally and metaphorically, he's had his hands all over her. Dressing Room shows a saleswoman tape-measuring the bust of a girl in a pink negligee, initiating her into a world in which a woman's self-worth and bra size are all too often linked.

What's the takeaway from this unrelenting male gaze? Certainly not female empowerment. But Grenon's paintings succeed as meta-commentaries on the fuzzy lines that separate looking from leering. He challenges us to untangle our responses to the retrograde conception of women embedded in his paintings. If there were any doubt that Grenon revels in this ambiguity, it's erased by his title for a painting of a girl lounging on a green chair, the neckline of her red dress plunging, one leg hiked up, arm raised coquettishly to her shoulder. It's called I Am Not My Paintings, and My Paintings Are Not Me.

SEE IT: Truth Is a Lie and Anger Follows is at Laura Russo Gallery, 805 NW 21st Ave., 226-2754. Through Nov. 29.

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