Annie Clark in The Open Window. Image courtesy of the artist and Karma, New York

In Alex Da Corte's Spooky New Show, St. Vincent Co-Stars with a One-Eyed Cat

The new horror-tinged works, on view at Karma, New York, explore the darkness behind a placid suburban surface.

by Erin Schwartz
Feb 21 2018, 7:43pm

Annie Clark in The Open Window. Image courtesy of the artist and Karma, New York

Like Marty, the basketball-playing protagonist of the R.L. Stine book that inspired his new show, Alex Da Corte is allergic to cats. In Stine’s novel Cat, the animal mauls and kills Marty’s friends; the Philadelphia-based artist fared better, with one allergy attack while on set with Annie Clark (also known as St. Vincent). Felines are a fitting mascot for C-A-T Spells Murder, currently on view at Karma, New York, which thematizes fear and dread; the rot lurking behind a peaceful suburban facade; and the suspenseful, tipping feeling before a domesticated animal turns feral and bites.

Outside the gallery, all-seeing neon eyeglasses hang like an optometrist’s sign (similar to his recent window installation at the New Museum), and inside, Da Corte has carpeted the gallery with orange plush, painted the walls pink, and installed fluorescent pink lights. The result is an off-kilter, oppressive lushness, like a Creamsicle miasma, as self-contained and claustrophobic as a fun house. On the walls are neat squares of vinyl siding, as if cut and transplanted from a suburban cul-de-sac, with neon windows that broadcast symbols of safety and danger: a steaming pie and a candle; dangling orange spiderwebs and a pair of watching, narrowed eyes. Playing in the back room is The Open Window, an 11-minute video starring Clark and a one-eyed cat named Dylan.

Courtesy of the artist and Karma, New York

A giant cat made of foam and tangerine velvet with a wide, cartoonish, sharp-toothed grimace, almost fifteen feet high, is flipped on its back at the center of the gallery. It’s vulnerable—it looks like it’s yowling—and its shadow is a cut-out wraith of blue carpet. Da Corte told GARAGE that it’s a scale facsimile of an inflatable lawn decoration, on sale at Walmart, that he first saw near his sister’s house. “Someone put an arched-back, scared cat in the front of their home, essentially saying that the house is afraid to go anywhere. That the people inside the house are afraid of the world. That’s wild. That’s something I can relate to.”

For Da Corte, horror has long been a useful tool for understanding the world around him. “When I was growing up, I watched a lot of horror movies: Alfred Hitchcock, Orson Welles, John Carpenter. And my family tells ghost stories and tall tales, they love to run their mouths and talk about scary, spooky stuff. It’s in my nature to think about the macabre as a way of understanding the world.”

When Da Corte was young, he wanted to become a Disney cartoonist, painting glass cels in an Anaheim workshop. He still considers himself an animator, but of “cartoons in the physical realm, not just behind plastic.” And there is something macabre in the exaggerated liveliness and slapstick violence of animation, the dread of death in the way rubbery limbs spring back after being slammed into the ground and flattened under anvils. Da Corte also sees parallels between cartoons and the eerie calm of the suburbs: “There’s this really crisp line, of Snow White’s hand and an apple, but the back is a big mess. Any kind of reverse glass painting is that way, it’s muddled on the back side. I think that’s a really beautiful metaphor for understanding the suburbs… the front lawn being clean and the inside of the house being not clean.”

Slow Web, courtesy of the artist and Karma, New York

In The Open Window, Clark, wearing a brunette wig and turtleneck to recreate the cover of R.L. Stein’s Cat, cradles a one-eyed cat and stares into the camera, growing visibly uneasy while crickets saw in the background. On the image’s surface, billiard balls decorated with spiderwebs, flowers, smiley faces, are racked and broken; when Clark begins to scream, soundlessly, one sphere rolls, slowly, to cover her mouth. While the video was filmed, Da Corte directed Clark by riffing an improvised horror story: “It was something like, ‘You’re in the house, you’re waiting for your sister to come home, there may be chains, there’s chains, chain noises. Upstairs, I hear a creaking, is it the wind?’” He described it as “a strange poem.”

In the tense, warm room, there’s danger in reading the signs wrong: the window with its friendly, steaming pie could be a trap, and the inflatable cat, supine, might spring to life. The works traffic in banality, creating a sense of menace that never erupts into the real threat, the fear of death made more ghastly—and pervasive—through its sublimation, the way it trickles down into the tropes of mass-market horror. “It’s very apt right now. The power of fear, and of politicking in a certain way where fear is used as a tactic, is real,” said Da Corte. “And it yields real results, because we know fear eats the soul.”

C-A-T Spells Murder is on view now at Karma, New York, through March 18. It is accompanied by an eponymous book of essays, available here .

Alex Da Corte
St. Vincent
Annie Clark