RHYS ZIEMBA

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RHYS ZIEMBA

As part of his practice, Rhys Ziemba assembles diorama-like scenes in his basement studio – composed of everyday objects such as mannequin parts, clothing, traffic cones, Tupperware bins, garbage, skeleton forms and plastic cups – and renders them faithfully in oil paint.

To look at Ziemba’s works – seemingly arbitrary objects and symbols crowding the foreground and disturbing the view – is to be prompted. You want to keep looking. The paintings themselves are quiet but are brimming with language. Layers upon layers of references and narratives are shown as heaps in a landscape but their meaning is held in suspension. For Ziemba, assembling meaning is something rife with playful contradiction, something which nevertheless carries significant philosophical weight. “I paint nature even though I don’t believe in nature.”

This paradox among visual signs is underscored in the fantastical elements of Ziemba’s paintings. Floating witches’ hats, cartoon eyeballs, feet and objects are suspended in space like the parlor tricks of early photography. Self-described “gimmicks,” these motifs negate, confuse and undermine any impulse to lay meaning or hierarchy to what is being seen.

Woven into the humor and absurdity of these works is Ziemba’s sincerity. Despite the deliberate “littering” of these scenes, Ziemba remains interested in the specificity of the objects and arrangements depicted: scrub oak branches, brick stacks, magnolias, sandy dunes, dumpsters, pitchforks, gloves and shoes. Each thing is real. Each environment is real. And real things can confuse us.

Rhys Ziemba (born 1981) is a musician and artist. He lives in Brooklyn with his wife Elizabeth LoPiccolo and two cats.