Chris Doyle '81 in New York's Times Square, the setting for his "Bright Canyon" in 2014. Photograph by Lovis Dengler. Other photography by Gary Wayne Gilbert.
"I听can tell you from experience that we should expect a series of crises tonight,鈥� said Chris Doyle 鈥�81 wryly, plopping down his duffel bag on a late-summer morning to wait for a cab. He had just arrived at the airport in Portland, Oregon, after a string of overnight flights originating at the airport in Portland, Maine. In 36 hours, his new artwork,听Presto!, would debut at Converge 45, a burgeoning arts festival he helped found. It鈥檚 a piece of digital animation, and Doyle鈥檚 plan is to project it from a van onto walls around the city鈥攁n approach he has never tried.
鈥淭onight鈥� means a public rehearsal and troubleshooting session, using unfamiliar equipment on unfamiliar streets. Doyle has spent months corresponding with Cris Moss, a local artist and University of Oregon (Portland) curator, about set-up and planning. But plenty of practical questions remain: What kind of lens does the rented projector have; will the rented minivan鈥檚 engine generate enough DC current to power the projection? Also, all the local art students who鈥檇 promised to assist have dropped out. Would I, he asked, be willing to lend a hand if needed?
Chris Doyle has been an artist for more than 30 years. His work ranges widely, from drawings to video to large-scale public works that mix sculpture and landscaping, and he has exhibited from New York to Stockholm to Melbourne and all across the United States. He is perhaps best known for intricate hand-drawn digital animations, of which听Presto!听is an example. Often presented on a huge scale in public places鈥攊n July 2014 his听Bright Canyon听nightly commandeered more than 50 of the giant LCD screens in and around New York City鈥檚 Times Square鈥攖hey turn the traditional idea of the gallery inside out, bringing the art to the audience instead of the other way around. Doyle says his recent animations, particularly, were born out of a desire to return to traditional, manual artistry. His earliest pieces, made in the 1980s, were complex digital-video creations; next came stop-motion films, tediously pieced together from hundreds of individual photographs. Hand-drawn animation, which he began practicing about a decade ago, 鈥渨as a move away from gear, from gadgets鈥攆rom production, from cameras and lights and all of that stuff鈥攖o craft. I became much more hand-driven.鈥�
In person, Doyle is a friendly study in contrasts. Trim at age 58, he treads city streets with the focused alertness of a hunter. (Or maybe that鈥檚 just how New Yorkers move.) During interviews, he is more like a kindly professor, pausing and deliberating after each question, then calmly delivering precise, thoughtful answers. Yet a dry humor鈥攁imed at himself more often than at others鈥攊s ever present. When I noted that we both always seemed to be wearing navy-blue shirts and dark jeans鈥攎ore regimented and ordinary than creative professionals are supposed to be鈥攈e replied, 鈥淚鈥檇 say we鈥檙e somewhat uniform-driven in order to remove decisions. Is that a correct assessment?鈥�
Doyle had been asked to contribute to Converge 45 (the name refers to the 45th parallel, on which Portland sits) by his longtime friend Kristy Edmunds. Now executive and artistic director of UCLA鈥檚 Center for the Art of Performance, Edmunds began her career in Portland, helping establish its Institute for Contemporary Art. The show鈥檚 theme, he said, 鈥渉as to do with her sense of generosity鈥攊t鈥檚 called听You in Mind.鈥�
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Trying out "Presto!" on the wall of the Pacific Northwest College of Art, August 8.
After leaving off our bags at his hotel in Portland鈥檚 Chinatown鈥攍ike the rest of the city, a mix of old-timers, new money, and artists鈥擠oyle and I hit the streets to shake the travel out of our legs and get the lay of the land. To the west, a steep bluff rose into view: It was tree-lined and, based on the roofs peeking through the leaves, residential. Clearly it was not the place to project videos 鈥済uerrilla-style,鈥� as Doyle described his plan. But he liked its presence for a practical reason:听Presto!, like any video projection, works only in darkness, and the bluff would probably cast a long early shadow on the city, countering the late-setting August sun.
To the east lay the Willamette River. In formerly industrial cities like Portland, Doyle noted, that normally would mean a district of warehouses鈥攎ovie screens made of brick, essentially鈥攂ut in the 1970s Portland had torn down most of its warehouses to make way for a soaring interstate overpass. The buttresses created a barren district devoid of human life鈥攏o place for听Presto!听either.
But Chinatown proved fertile ground. A wave of demolition and new construction had peppered it with empty lots lined with the blank walls of adjacent buildings. Passing a property whose walls had been prettified with a coat of white paint, Doyle smiled: 鈥淭hat ticks a lot of boxes,鈥� he said.听Presto!听had found its first home.
In the car from the airport, and in conversations and visits we鈥檇 had in New York over the previous months, Doyle described听Presto!鈥攊ts intellectual origins, its practical manufacture. Practically speaking, it鈥檚 a sequence of four animations, rendered on computers by Doyle and an assistant using a technique called rotoscoping. One of the oldest forms of animation, it鈥檚 done by tracing real-life footage frame-by-frame and then altering and augmenting the tracings according to the artist鈥檚 inspiration.
In听Presto!, a pair of disembodied hands performs a series of impossible magic tricks: spinning coins in midair like orbiting planets, tossing objects that meld and morph as they pass from palm to palm, turning two folded dollar bills into one. The coins and objects spring from Doyle鈥檚 imagination, and the hands, though they鈥檙e traced, are now inhuman: Doyle has painted them in neon colors and overlaid them with shifting graphic patterns. They鈥檙e fantasies, maybe nightmares.
But the hands are also essentially real, and instinctively recognizable. The raised index finger that recalls saintly icons, the shrugged palms that suggest wordless truth: They are Donald Trump鈥檚 hands鈥攖he most famous, most photographed, and most contentious hands on earth. Doyle doesn鈥檛 identify them in his press materials for听Presto!, and he let me make the connection before he said anything, but once I did he told me that, before听Presto!听even had a title, he 鈥渨as thinking about sleight-of-hand and street magic, and how there鈥檚 this great connection between being a street magician mastering the art of deception and distraction鈥攁nd the Administration.鈥�
The Portland Art Museum on opening night. Tossed, the fish will morph into a missile, among other things.
Chris Doyle came to 涩里番下载 from northeastern Pennsylvania, where his family settled after several years of annual uprootings. (His father sold heavy construction equipment and requested frequent transfers as a way of moving up the ladder. 鈥淏y the time I was seven years old, I鈥檇 lived in seven houses,鈥� Doyle recalled.) His mother raised Doyle and his siblings鈥攆our boys and a girl, Doyle the second-born. Their home was 鈥渙n the edge of suburbia, where the suburban meets the rural,鈥� and 涩里番下载, where the suburbs meet the city, struck him as a good place to begin exploring urban life.
He graduated in 1981 with a degree in fine arts, after initially planning to study biology, 鈥減rimarily because I thought that you should go to college to learn something you didn鈥檛 know that well.鈥� But he鈥檇 always been artistic, and courses in watercolor and printmaking his sophomore year set him back on his natural path. He went on to earn a master鈥檚 in architecture at Harvard University鈥攁 practical more than a passionate effort, he says. By the mid-1980s, supported by work-for-hire jobs in architectural firms, he was pursuing the life of an independent professional artist. Backed in due course by major galleries and collectors, regularly commissioned publicly and privately, and selected as a Guggenheim fellow in 2014, he is now on the high slopes of his field.
For much of the last 10 years, Doyle has been immersed in a series of five complex works that center on digital animations; they are perhaps his signature work. He was inspired by听The Course of Empire, a set of five paintings by the American artist Thomas Cole, completed in 1836, during the Age of Jackson. Cole鈥檚听Empire听depicts a cycle: Wild nature is transformed by man first into beautiful farmland, then into a shining city, which soon falls into war and finally into abandoned ruins. It reflected Cole鈥檚, and the country鈥檚, hopes and fears for the nation, which even then was clearly on its way to becoming a global power.
Facing across SW Park Avenue, Doyle operates a borrowed projector during the test of "Presto!" in Portland, Oregon, on August 8.
Doyle found himself full of similar hopes and fears near the end of the first decade of the 2000s. The market had crashed, people were losing their homes, the military was bogged down in Iraq and Afghanistan. 鈥淭here was a real end-of-empire feeling,鈥� he said, 鈥渟o I started to look to landscape more directly than I ever had before.鈥�
Beginning with听Waste_Generation听(2010), and continuing through听Idyllwild听(2012),听Bright Canyon, and听The Fluid听(2014), Doyle explored many of the same themes Cole had nearly two centuries before. The final piece, Swell, debuted this fall, part of a one-man show at the Catharine Clark Gallery in San Francisco; filled with scenes of industry and construction, it echoes Cole鈥檚 central panel,听The Consummation of Empire, in which the city is in its Golden Age. But these are not 19th-century paintings, static and plainly allegorical. They are densely layered鈥攙isually and in terms of meaning. They have soundtracks, often commissioned from one of Doyle鈥檚 composer friends. And, of course, they move.
For these works, Doyle animated by hand, using an electronic pen and notepad that transform his fingers鈥� movements into digital files. He then overlaid his drawings with shifting patterns and colors. In听Bright Canyon, for example, a bird鈥檚 feathers change to match the colors of the berries it eats. In other scenes, water, a common element in the series, drips and gushes and seems to burst out of the frame. Plants, another common element, sprout from the soil, extend tendrils, drop leaves. Each movement in every frame represents a separate drawing; each five-to-eight-minute film contains thousands of them. Doyle jokes that he鈥檚 a hopeless maximalist. 鈥淭here鈥檚 never enough. Even when I think there鈥檚 enough, I鈥檒l go back in and put another layer on top.鈥�
But Doyle is not only a digital artist. He is an extraordinarily gifted painter, as I discovered when we met in his studio last May. Gazing on an 18-foot-wide triptych,听The Larger Illusion, which hangs above his work table, I asked whether it was a print of something he鈥檇 created on a computer: It appears composed of thousands of small, perfect facets of color, the way digital movie monsters are.
鈥淣o, that鈥檚 a watercolor,鈥� he said.
On the tape, I let out a whispered 鈥淲ow.鈥�
Most of us know watercolor as the medium of kindergarteners; if we even recognize it to be one of the fine arts, we largely relegate it to the back rooms鈥攁s the work of provincialists, nostalgic and simple and small.
In fact watercolor is the most unforgiving paint. Oil and acrylic can be scraped off, painted over, revised, whited-out; correction is part of the process. Watercolor permits few mistakes. It seeps into the paper permanently. It can never be fully erased or painted over. Especially, it can鈥檛 be whited-out. Yet white spaces are often the heart of a painting: the gleam of an eye, the glint of a wave. In a finished watercolor, every white spot is a patch of bare paper鈥攁nd that means the whole image had to have been planned to the last inch.
That鈥檚 not easy to do in a painting the size of a manila envelope (as many watercolors are) or copied from real life (as many watercolors also are).听The Larger Illusion听is a photorealistic triptych of an imaginary forest composed of four-by-six-foot panels. I wondered how Doyle pulled it off.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 weirdly a skill I picked up from 涩里番下载, way back,鈥� he said. After taking that first watercolor class his sophomore year, he developed his abilities under the mentorship, especially, of professors Michael Mulhern and Toni Dove, he recalls. 鈥淚 worked really large in watercolor on paper, and then I went to architecture school and people found out, so they were like, 鈥楲et鈥檚 employ you to do that.'鈥�
鈥淭here are always years when you have to figure out how to make a living while you鈥檙e setting up what you want to do,鈥� he said. 鈥淚鈥檇 get hired, especially at the end, by people who were in super-high-end retail: 鈥榃e鈥檙e opening a Chanel store on the Champs-脡lys茅es鈥攃ould you do a rendering?'鈥�
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Doyle works out of his apartment in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn, where he has lived since the early 1990s. His studio is lined with long wood-top desks, on which sit the computers he and an assistant use to create the animations; the north wall, made of glass brick, lets in soft light. Like most artist鈥檚 studios, it has a former life: It used to be the neighborhood barbershop.
Though today Williamsburg is a breathtakingly expensive place to live, and a favorite destination of well-heeled European tourists, it was a rough neighborhood when Doyle arrived. (My late uncle Bill Dutterer, an artist and no innocent to the hardscrabble artist鈥檚 life鈥攈e saw a man get murdered outside his first studio, in Washington, D.C.鈥攂ought his paints from the Williamsburg Paint Company. In the 1980s and 1990s, he would visit the shop only in broad daylight, preferably accompanied by a friend.)
Doyle鈥檚 apartment sits at the heart of one of the last remnants of the 鈥渙ld鈥� Williamsburg, in a sort of urban eddy tucked into the crook of the Williamsburg Bridge off-ramp. It鈥檚 the last toehold of a large Dominican community that predated the money and the tourists; there are fancy coffee shops and hip restaurants, yes, but there are also shabby all-night听tiendas, corner shops where you can buy the paper and a pint of milk at 6:00 in the morning, before the hip joints open their doors.
Doyle, below ground during a test of "The Fluid" in the Fulton Street Station.
I mention all this because Doyle, despite his Pennsylvania countryside roots, is fundamentally a New York artist. And a week after听Presto!opened in Portland, he took over more than 50 video screens in the vast Fulton Street subway station in Lower Manhattan, not far from Wall Street and the World Trade Center.
One of the busiest stations in the system, Fulton Street sees more than 25 million commuters pass through each year. Like the more famous Grand Central Terminal, it鈥檚 a place where multiple subway lines converge鈥攁 hub with many spokes. But unlike Grand Central, it鈥檚 a thoroughly modern space, with glass walls and a central atrium that brings daylight four stories underground. And for at least the rest of this year, it will be Doyle鈥檚 canvas.
Doyle was on edge when we met at Fulton Station, at 8:00 on a Thursday evening, for a test run: The subway authority had given him just two weeks鈥� notice of the date. He鈥檇 had to completely re-cut and re-size听The Fluid听(fourth in the听Course of Empire听series) to fit screens of widely varying sizes and proportions. 鈥淚 feel like this is what we do now,鈥� he said by way of a companionably nervous greeting: 鈥淢eet at an opening and hope for the best.鈥�
The best happened: At the appointed hour, the screens stopped displaying ads and train schedules, and scenes from听The Fluid听glowed to life. On the mezzanine, two huge screens showed animated rivers and sandhill cranes, transforming the space into a dream-zoo. A circle of screens in the lower atrium displayed animated rain that slowly evolved into abstract patterns. Still more screens, displaying still other scenes, were out of sight in the tunnels below. Doyle鈥檚 idea was to present this cut-up and shortened version of听The Fluid听in the same sequence as the original, so that a commuter descending from the street to the trains would see it from start to finish. He hustled up and down escalators and stairs, checking that his plan was working. When it appeared to be doing so almost perfectly, he let out a relieved laugh. Still, he did note a playing-card-size section of one screen that was on the fritz, and caught some tiny glitch in the sandhill-crane animation that didn鈥檛 please him; he planned to fix it. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 let anything go!鈥� he said.
"The Fluid" runs for two minutes on the hour, day and night.
Perfectionism is one trait that separates artists from hobbyists; doubt is another. 鈥淚 am a great believer in art,鈥� Doyle had told me in Portland a few days earlier, minutes before听Presto!听formally debuted, 鈥渂ut I question the ability of these video installations to 鈥榖reak through.鈥� Do people recognize that they are different from advertising?鈥� (At Fulton Street, people seemed to: I caught hurried New Yorkers stopping and staring, momentarily transfixed.)
Politics provide a third distinction鈥攁nd that word means something different to artists than to most of us. 鈥淗aving a didactic response that is intended to persuade people of a point of view isn鈥檛 our job,鈥� Doyle told me in May, as听Presto!听was coming into form. 鈥淚t鈥檚 important to take a position, but it鈥檚 very important not to do something preachy. I hate work that鈥檚 didactic, and I hate work that bludgeons you, and I鈥檓 not interested in using work as a tool to persuade people of a point of view. I听am听interested in what I think of as a Trojan horse approach, meaning you bring people in with this beautiful object, and the content leaks out.鈥�
Months later, in the car from the Portland airport, I mentioned听Commutable, one of Doyle鈥檚 first explicitly public works; it sparked a second conversation on the topic. Over the course of 10 days in 1996, he had covered a rusting stairway leading to the pedestrian lane of the Williamsburg Bridge in 22-karat gold leaf. (The work was publicly commissioned, with a budget of $7,500, but as Doyle told the听New York Times听while he worked, 鈥淲e鈥檙e digging into the personal coffers at this point.鈥�)
Doyle was inspired, he said, by a controversial work by Richard Serra, arguably the most influential sculptor of the last 60 years. In 1981 Serra had placed what amounted to a wall, made of 2.5-inch-thick, rust-skinned COR-TEN steel, across the plaza in front of the Jacob K. Javits Federal Building in Manhattan, the home of numerous federal agencies (today including the FBI and Homeland Security).听Tilted Arc听was a bold effort; it was also rude, forcing the people who worked in the Javits building to take a circuitous route daily to its doors. After years of controversy鈥攁 federal panel recommended that it be removed, Serra sued to have it stay鈥攊t was taken down in 1989.
Doyle said that he respected Serra鈥檚 overt attempt to get people to alter, and therefore think about, their approach to government authority鈥攖he politics of the piece鈥攂ut that he also found听Tilted Arc听鈥減rofoundly ungenerous.鈥澨�Commutable听was his effort to be generous and political in his own way. After all, the Williamsburg Bridge pedestrian lane, like the Javits building鈥檚 plaza, was a gateway to work; it was the gateway for those Brooklynites too poor to take the subway to their jobs in Manhattan. As well, Doyle recalled, at the time he made听Commutable, a number of prominent but outdated civic sculptures, of the 19th-century 鈥淕eneral on Horseback鈥� variety, were being re-gilded; the contrast with the Williamsburg Bridge site, which was 鈥渓iterally covered in needles鈥� dropped by heroin users, was stark. 鈥淚 thought it would be nice to give the community some gold,鈥� he told the听Times.
Doyle mused that听Presto!听鈥渃ircles back, maybe, to听Commutable鈥溾�攊t is 鈥減olitical but exuberant,鈥� he said. That meant, explicitly, not calling the piece, say,听Donald Trump鈥檚 Bag of Tricks. It meant disguising the president鈥檚 hands behind the eye-popping carnival tricks they perform: coins afloat, dollar bills disappearing. It meant delivering a Trojan horse, and giving the community some gold.
Doyle, in his Brooklyn studio. His animation work, he says, has become 鈥渕uch more hand-driven.鈥�
The dry run in Portland went well. The projector projected; the minivan, after some trial and error, was persuaded to deliver enough electricity through a DC converter to power the 700-watt bulb. I got pretty good at helping set the projector onto its tripod鈥攂etter, anyway, than the AWOL art students who had originally agreed to the job. The air itself cooperated. Uncommonly hot and humid, and thick with the smoke of forest fires drifting down from British Columbia, the ether caught the projector鈥檚 beam and gave it an eerie solidity, like a spotlight. And Doyle was right about the bluff: Official sundown wasn鈥檛 until 9:30 or so, but downtown was in shadow by 8:45. As the darkness deepened,听Presto!听glowed ever brighter on the wall of the empty lot in Chinatown. Passersby stopped, stared, proclaimed it cool. Even the angry stranger behind us, leaning against his car and yelling into his phone鈥攁 domestic dispute made public鈥攑layed a role: Like a circus barker, he attracted eyeballs. The experiment was sufficiently confidence-inspiring that Doyle would go on, later that week, to project听Presto!听from the van as it glided around the city, 鈥済uerrilla-style,鈥� just as he鈥檇 envisioned.
First, though, came the festival opener, the next night. Doyle wined-and-cheesed for a few hours with Converge 45鈥檚 backers in the courtyard of the Portland Art Museum; I met him as the confab wound down and the crowd began to thin. He wanted to put听Presto!听up while people were still around, and as we waited anxiously for his collaborator Cris Moss to arrive, Doyle became contemplative. 鈥淭he thing is, art has no intention,鈥� he said. 鈥淭hat is what makes it optimistic.鈥� Then Doyle realized that we didn鈥檛 have to wait at all: He had the keys to the van; we could set up the projector on our own. A few minutes later,听Presto!听was a living work of public art, glowing on the wall of the museum.
We were set up at the edge of a city park, in a nice part of town; people were out for evening strolls. A trio of stylishly dressed women stopped to watch. Doyle drifted toward them. What is it, they asked?听An entry in the festival.听Did you make it?听I did. How?听I hand-animated and digitally manipulated it.
The women drifted off, but one stopped and looked again, then took a few steps and looked a third time. Was there something familiar about those hands?
Tim Heffernan is a writer based in New York City.