Summarize this content to 2000 words in 6 paragraphs in Arabic At the centre of the Barbican\u2019s mesmerising, heartbreaking retrospective of African-American painter Noah Davis, an angel is about to take flight. Raising her arms, a young Black woman in a gold sequinned leotard unfurls two big fans as wings, smeared with yellow house paint, and poses in the yard of a white wooden Los Angeles home. \u201cStand there! You are Isis!\u201d Davis exclaimed to his wife Karon. \u201cHe snapped the pic and quickly retreated to paint it,\u201d she recalled.\u201cIsis\u201d (2009), a characteristically moody, slightly blurry composition in restrained hues and loose strokes of thin dilute paint, but full of feeling, also contains Davis\u2019s self-portrait: a smudgy reflection in the window as he takes the photograph on which the painting is based. He is Osiris, Egyptian god of the dead; Karon is Isis, the healing goddess who cast the spell to make the dead Osiris whole again and immortal. It is a beautiful, prophetic painting. In 2013 Davis was diagnosed with terminal cancer and in 2015 he died, aged 32. \u201cMy assignment is gathering these parts of my love and protecting them,\u201d Karon Davis says of the works here.A decade later, it is clear that no American figurative painter of his generation matches Davis\u2019s virtuosity, humanity, individual vision, authoritative engagement with art history and sheer haunting loveliness.Transforming photographic sources into a bewitched realism, one moment he makes a trio of Black youths standing in the grisaille of an LA doorway, lost in thought, in \u201cCongo #7\u201d (2014), as mysterious and nostalgic as Eug\u00e8ne Atget \u2014 his 1920s series \u201cLa Villette Rue Asselin\u201d is one reference. The next, a flurry of dynamic figures diving and bobbing in a public swimming pool in \u201c1975 (3)\u201d and \u201c1975 (8)\u201d (both 2013), based on Davis\u2019s mother\u2019s snapshots of her childhood, become joyous depictions of Black people at leisure, surreally enhanced.Concerned with community and the liminal, motion and transition, and through it all paint\u2019s transporting power to reverie, Davis set out to \u201ctake these anonymous moments and make them permanent. I wanted Black people to be normal.\u201d Born in Seattle, he was an urban painter to the core, and especially memorialised his adopted home of LA, at large scale \u2014 as in the nocturne light-scape \u201cLA Nights\u201d (2008) \u2014 and building by building, person by person.\u00a0In \u201cThe Architect\u201d (2009), a suited Black man looks down at a model converging a pyramid \u2014 continuing the Egyptian allusions of \u201cIsis\u201d \u2014 with a modernist building\u2019s crisp, clean planes.\u00a0Flamboyant white splashes veil the figure, based on Paul Revere Williams, a rare prominent Black architect of major LA buildings, notably The Beverly Hills Hotel. Williams learnt to draw upside down because he intuited that his white clients were uncomfortable sitting next to him. Here the viewer is on the other side of the architect\u2019s table.Davis hero-worshipped Williams. \u201cIt seems like you start off as a painter, and then you kinda see your place in society as kind of like this urban development,\u201d he said. The Barbican\u2019s well-chosen retrospective \u2014 organised with Das Minsk, Potsdam, and Los Angeles Hammer Museum \u2014 unfolds exactly this bold, sadly brief trajectory.To begin, the gossamer fantasy \u201c40 Acres and a Unicorn\u201d (2007): the mythical animal and child rider trot at us out of velvety darkness, carrying stories of disillusion \u2014 the broken promise to former enslaved people of \u201c40 acres and a mule\u201d \u2014 yet capacity to hope and dream. Similarly fabular and melancholic, a portrait of imminent grief, is the man standing on the brink of a starry abyss, holding a lamp: \u201cPainting for My Dad\u201d, completed in 2011 as Davis\u2019s father Keven \u2014 a high-profile lawyer whose clients included Venus and Serena Williams and Wynton Marsalis \u2014 was dying.Davis Sr bequeathed his son funds for a community art centre, and in 2012 Noah and Karon founded the Underground Museum in Arlington Heights. The aim was to bring \u201cworld-class art\u201d to a deprived neighbourhood, but no lenders were forthcoming. So Davis did two things.First, he repurposed the buildings\u2019 LED strip lights as imitation Dan Flavins, and put a $70 vacuum cleaner in a display case as a knock-off Jeff Koons \u2014 a painter\u2019s jest against expensive conceptualism. Second, he painted the missing world-class art himself, with the accent on architecture.The series The Missing Link (2013) and Pueblo del Rio (2014) are his masterpieces: deeply considered portrayals of the unspectacular everyday as iconic yet suggestive of other, better possibilities.The setting for \u201cThe Missing Link 4\u201d is Mies van der Rohe\u2019s modernist development Lafayette Park in Detroit: a housing block\u2019s steel and glass facade, a chequered grid in blue, brown and black, glimmers above a pool with Black figures swimming and playing, rendered in lush expressive sweeps and drips. In \u201cThe Missing Link 3\u201d, a smart Black man with a briefcase is the sole figure in a monumental pattern of squares and cubes; a hazy purple rectangle \u2014 inspired by over-painted graffiti that Davis had photographed locally \u2014 is a cross between an actual wall, a painted wall and an imitation of a Rothko abstraction. Throughout the series, the tension is between painting\u2019s discipline and drive to form an image, and spontaneous, free mark-making.Pueblo del Rio features an LA housing project designed by Williams, reimagined by Davis as an enchanted arena for art and music in an inner city neighbourhood \u2014 the actual Underground Museum in idealised form.\u00a0A lone young Black piper, recalling Manet\u2019s \u201cFifer\u201d, is silhouetted at dusk against modernist white slabs and the shadows of trees in \u201cPrelude\u201d. In \u201cArabesque\u201d, the spotlit buildings are the stage for rhythmic Black dancers in white tutus \u2014 Degas transmuted to LA. Girls in hoodies stare at a hoodie-shaped object in \u201cPublic Art Sculpture\u201d; a burst of colour comes in the patchwork trousers of a woman crossing the road in \u201cStain Glass Pants\u201d.The uncanny \u201cThe Conductor\u201d (2014), on a wall by itself, the show\u2019s greatest work, is perhaps a wistful self-portrait; framed by a bluish-grey monument dissolving in liquid washes and shadows, translucent, ineffable, a lone Black figure stands on a chair waving a baton, as if in an improvised final performance. Had we but world enough, and time\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009At the door to Davis\u2019s Underground Museum a banner read \u201cthis is a Black space but all are welcome.\u201d So too with his work, political in a broad sense, yet extremely open. For if he mines older contemporaries \u2014 Peter Doig\u2019s hallucinatory settings, Luc Tuymans\u2019 bleached out surfaces, Kerry James Marshall\u2019s insertion of the non-traumatic Black figure in the modern canon \u2014 he also creates his own world, unbound by time. Painting, Davis said, \u201chas a history so vast and forgotten that it can only exist in the land of the spirits\u201d. How brilliantly he conjures them from the past into an eternal present.February 6-May 11, barbican.org.uk, then Hammer Museum Los Angeles June 8-August 31, hammer.ucla.eduFind out about our latest stories first \u2014 follow FT Weekend on Instagram and X, and sign up to receive the FT Weekend newsletter every Saturday morning<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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