David Bailin: A Divine Comedy

There is a Shakespearean majesty to David Bailin’s large-scale drawings on milk carton overstock of humans mired in sinkholes of their own making. The drawings entangle the viewer’s emotions in webs of empathy and anger. These characters ought to be rescued, or perhaps they deserve their comeuppance, or what is a person meant to feel watching this slow-motion train wreck cum Divine Comedy of men in suits?

Other works are excavations marked by layers of erasures that conjure the disappearance of a loved one in a fog of dementia. Bailin works and reworks his drawings, erasing and drawing over the same surface, sometimes over a period of years.

Landscape and weather systems feature prominently in these quiet, troubling, resolute masterworks. There is a seductive beauty to his tableaux of yearning, hubris, and self-delusion rendered with loving attention to light and line.