Charles Bragg "The Capture" Hand Signed & Numbered Etching

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unframed original limited edition etching by satirical artist Charles Bragg. Pencil signed and numbered by the artist. Paper Size: 11" … Read more unframed original limited edition etching by satirical artist Charles Bragg. Pencil signed and numbered by the artist. Paper Size: 11" x 17-1/2". Image Size: 5" x 7". Condition: Mint, Certificate of Authenticity is included. Edition size of 300. MAKE AN OFFER!

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Amidst the abundance of fertile and varied talent that flourishes on the West Coast today, Charles Bragg occupies a peculiarly unique position. Though he portrays people, he is not a figurative artist in the plastic sense in which California artists have come to be known.

Bragg's concerns start with the narrative, even anecdotal. It seems to me that his means evolve not only from Rembrandt, Fouquet and Clouet, Goya and Roger van de Weyden, but from Voltaire, Thoreau, Brecht, dada, Arthur Szyck, Jung and most of all, the almost unbelievable Strangelovesque absurdities of today's events.

In a most consistent manner, he has created a cast of characters who have lost their souls while acting out depravities through tragicomic burlesques of morality and ethics. Like a visual re-enactment of Gertrude Stein's wonderful tale, I Know I'm a Queen Because I Wear a Crown, his half-ass generals embody their values in symbols of their acquisitiveness and vanity such as phony and ornate medallions. Bragg's sinful universe is home to inept warmarkers frozen (clinically but not without humanity) as they plot, plan, scheme, pose, and rattle phallic sabres; they fumble and bristle beneath Prussian sashes and Edwardian haircuts while breathing heavilythrough forced smiles (psychosomatic asthma).

Bragg's bittersweet people are pompous, voiceless, pious and cruel! They are completely believable, even lovable; yet they are deranged, pretentious deathmongers and benevolent despots with serious oral problems. They obviously overeat to compensate for a lack of normal gratification. To sum up, they are nice-looking, costumed 20th century cousins of Goya's Saturn devouring his son.

How dare Bragg make art of castrated cherubs as generals, or gaily-draped ritualistic hypocrites as clergymen! Who in hell does he think he is mirroring It certainly doesn't look like what we think of as white Christian America!or then again, does it Holbein's skeletons dance once again with reincarnate joy!

There is so much to see in Bragg's work that one is apt to forget what one is looking at, that is a work composed of lush, intuitive geometry modeled architectonically, using subtle renaissance form. Genteel fantasies are woven into a complexity of visual (image-idea) and psychological patterns in such a way that gestalt experience occurs surprisingly often.

Though his scale is intimate, Bragg's compositions are monumental enough to be translated verbatim into mural scale. But enough about the physicality of these works! The crux of the matter is simply that these remarkably communicative expressions go infinitely beyond storytelling into the real of affirming truth by exposing myths and lies! Mean old Charley pricks pins into pomposity, not people. He loves people, and his work transcends being merely narrative because his work basically expresses conditions and values, not itsy-bitsy genre situations. False prophets and soulless mythic heroes are on their way out and Charley Bragg is recording Act III for posterity. See less