Conrad Leach is wrestling the angel of Art on the Bonneville Salt Flats. He’s been at it for 15 years, and is winning, fixing on canvas a transcendent vision of the noisy, dangerous and highly romantic struggle of a certain type of character, willing to risk all for a worthless wreath of laurel. While painters have grappled with motorization since Turner’s ‘Rain, Steam, and Speed’ of 1844, few have made it their career, fewer still push past the nostalgia and kitsch which ruin the genre. Ignoring all that, Leach’s interior dig, to access that gnawing crux of Meaning, brings us unironically to the realm of signs and icons. His technique is super-cool, but his blood is burning; like the heroes he paints, he’s in it.
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