- Date: 1967
- Medium: oil, metal, masonite, wood
- Dimensions: 168 x 173 cm
- Credit Line: Gift of Mr. and Mrs. John H. Moore, London, Ontario, through the Ontario Heritage Foundation, 1978
- Permanent Collection ID: 78.A.191
More often than not, bicycles are the vehicles of choice in Greg Curnoe’s oeuvre. Car (1967) nonetheless reveals many of his artistic passions.
One, for instance, was the making of art that was personal: this car is a portrait of Curnoe’s own car, an English Morris Minor purchased in 1967.
A second was an exploration of collage: Curnoe includes a real licence plate and combines paint with metal, masonite and wood. This technique, along with his “everyday” subject matter, reveals Curnoe’s attraction to Dada. A European art movement that championed “anti-art,” Dada heralded works created with and about materials traditionally considered unsuitable for art.
Another passion? Translating the aesthetics of comic books to art. A fan since childhood, Curnoe loved their simplified shapes and bold colours, and frequently returned to them for inspiration.
Car emerges from an especially productive time in Curnoe’s career. Between 1960 and 1967, Curnoe had already founded and laid to rest an arts-based periodical (Region magazine); organized the first “Happening” in Canada;1 helped form an iconoclastic band (Nihilist Spasm Band); co-founded a gallery (Region Gallery); received his first Canada Council grant; and saw his work purchased by two established Canadian galleries, the Art Gallery of Toronto (now AGO) and National Gallery of Ontario.
1. Fellow artist Tony Urquhart recalls: “Greg Curnoe had this great idea for London—to have a ‘happening’—and so a contingent came down from Toronto—Mike Snow, Joyce Wieland, Michel Lambert and Michel Sanouillet. Greg met them at the station and, carrying banners and playing kazoos, they marched through the early evening streets of downtown London to the Library. … there was all kinds of wild activity … the place was a shambles … they’d been bringing in wood all day and there was an enormous pile of lumber shaped almost like a ramshackle building, in the middle of the floor of the Central Gallery. Near the end of the evening, people got together and with several heaves the whole just went crash! (See Nancy Poole, The Art of London 1830-1980 (London: Blackpool, 1984), 130)