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Known for his knockout oversized paintings, Deep Yellow Down is a rare example of a small abstract canvas by Jack Bush. After 1960, Bush only made three paintings on canvas that measure smaller than Deep Yellow Down, which is 31.75 x 16.5 inches. Despite its atypical size, the colour in Deep Yellow Down packs a punch that commands a room and expresses exactly what so many of his best paintings shout: POW!

At the time that Bush painted Deep Yellow Down, in September 1970, his work was included in a group exhibition titled “Color and Field 1890-1970,” which opened at the Albright-Knox Art Gallery in Buffalo, New York, and later traveled to the Daytona Art Institute and the Cleveland Museum of Art. By the end of October 1970, Bush enjoyed a solo exhibition at the André Emmerich Gallery in New York City and was included in the prestigious annual exhibition at the Carnegie Institute (“The 1970 Pittsburgh International Exhibition of Contemporary Painting and Sculpture”).

Just one year before this surge of showings in the US, Bush was celebrated in a solo exhibition at Galerie Godard Lefort, simply titled “Jack Bush” (18 February to 8 March 1969). This exhibition was significant for the artist. It was his first solo exhibition in Montréal, the city in which he grew up, from age 8 to 19. Mabel Bush, the artist’s wife, was also from Montréal and while the vast majority their adult lives were spent in Toronto, many of the couple’s family members lived in Montréal. Bush explained the personal significance of his exhibition at Galerie Godard Lefort in an interview with Dennis Reid which appeared in the April 1969 issue of artscanada: “I was determined that my first show in Montreal, really my ex-hometown, would be major; the best work I could turn out and shown at its best. That’s why I held out for a show in Mira’s new gallery. I wanted to go back ‘home’ as strong as I could go.”

While Bush’s association with Mira Godard and her gallery was brief, their connection occurred at an important time, at the peak of his career, and an important place, on the stomping grounds of his youth. For years, Godard held a Bush painting in her personal collection, which had similar, though slightly larger dimensions than Deep Yellow Down. Little Yellow, from 1968, was stretched at 44 x 25.5 inches, and suited Godard’s own taste, small but mighty. No doubt she would have enjoyed Deep Yellow Down, too.  

- Sarah Stanners, Ph.D.

It’s a wistful painting, its pinkish palette knife-streaks trailing off into an evanescent white ground. It’s tempting to read nature into its imagery, but one must be careful. At this stage in his work Borduas was given to stress the material body of his work: the way in which he almost sculpts his fields of white paint, their thick skin punctured with equally solid opaque black and brown patches. In 1958, therefore, Transparence’s lyricism is a little unique, and certainly at the opposite end of the spectrum from the three monochromes - red, white and grey - that Borduas made the same year, which seem almost entirely about the paint’s body and viscosity.

Transparence was executed in Paris where Borduas had arrived, full of optimism, in September 1955, after two fruitful years in New York. But Paris had disappointed him. It was no longer the hot spot that it was when the Automatistes had shown there in the Galerie de Luxembourg in 1947. Its creative daring had been far surpassed by Abstract Expressionism in New York. If Paris also failed to give Borduas’ work serious attention, the last five years of his life in the city were nevertheless remarkably productive. They were a period both of consolidation, Borduas bringing to new resolutions the lessons learned in New York, and of his striking out in new inventive directions. Although he himself stayed faithful to painting, his increasing fascination with sheer materiality suggests that he may have looked with more than curiosity at the proto-Arte Povera innovations, like Lucio Fontana’s punctures and Alberto Burri’s burlap collages, work that he would have seen in both New York and Paris.

Transparence is reticent, the paint applied discreetly, sometimes leaving exposed bits of the white gessoed canvas ground or applied in layers so thin that they retain the canvas’s texture. The painting is organized into four horizontal bands, two of which are slightly bluish, all four feeling out tonal shifts as if to evoke atmospheric illusion. Over top of, and sometimes embedded in the white ground, flutter a quartet of rose-pink configurations, either windblown, or hovering there like a small flight of winged insects above a snowy field. To resort to representational analogies seems unavoidable. 

It is the freshest of paintings. But maybe it is also a touch nostalgic, as if Borduas were taking time to glance backwards into his own memories, to reconsider and rethink earlier themes for the present. For his colour and lightness of touch there are distant echoes in his early Spring Morning, 1937 (Art Gallery of Hamilton), a small painting that he showed at the 55^th Spring Exhibition at the Art Association of Montreal in 1938. Its pastel pinks and its loose, delicately sketched whites are resonant with the lessons of Impressionism and of Maurice Denis, in whose school he had studied in Paris in the 1920s. The painting had caught the attention of John Lyman, and Jacques de Tonnancour admired “its freshness of touch and of colour.”[1]

There are other nearer echoes, especially of his paintings from 1953, executed after he had arrived in New York while in the process of absorbing the lessons of Abstract Expressionism. This was when he collapsed into flatness his former Surrealist figure-ground spaces, often deploying lateral knife strokes to shut out our look into depths beyond. Sometimes he overtopped his flattened grounds with individual sign-like gestures, adding descriptive titles like The Signs take Flight (1953, MMFA). An especially apt forerunner to Transparence might be The Dance of the Glacier,1 953 (Private Collection). In it darker paint strokes flit rhythmically across a lighter background that the title identifies with ice and snow. And, referencing the title again, the overlain paint strokes “dance,” a metaphorical description that led François-Marc Gagnon to recall the figure of the Automatiste dancer, Françoise Sullivan, as she was photographed by Maurice Perron performing her 1948 Danse dans la Neige.[2] But in 1948 Sullivan was in her winter boots. The choreography of Transparence, instead, is gravity-free, even ethereal, and the painting luminous and intimately poetic. Is this perhaps why Ayala Zacks – she and her husband Sam may have acquired the painting already in 1958 from the Paul-Émile Borduas -- Harold Town exhibition held that year in London[3] - did not include it as one of the many Zacks donations to museums, but kept it close until the end of her life?

- Roald Nasgaard

It’s a day in late Fall, 2025 and I am on the top floor of Mira Godard Gallery in Toronto where I am surrounded by Takao Tanabe’s paintings. I sit or stand or walk about studying them. Lying on a large coffee table are portfolios of Tanabe’s works on paper. These are the works, along with a few others still to come, that will constitute Tanabe’s exhibition in the Gallery in May, 2026 to celebrate his 100-year birthday. I am to write an essay for the show’s catalogue. I’ve been in a like situation with Tak’s work before, and again here, as before, I encounter familiar works, but equally discover new ones that surprise me and that I find myself revelling in.