In the image of Duane Hanson with a dirty, dark, damaged secret; this work by Joseph Seigenthaler speaks to a clothing optional family dynamic...beauty is not the fare of the day...at least not in a conventional way...there is something appealing and attractive about the context of these works: sculptural realism...suffering in the faces and bodies...with the male figure carefully balancing a box of rocks on his third-eye...perfectly placed...kinetically, this element is always, already in the process of potentially falling...
Seigenthaler is an expert at textured skin, pitted and aged...it reminds me conceptually of the early works of Chuck Close, realism to the point of nausea...sometimes it is important to not show the warts and all! The dynamic is unclear...there are some clues...height wise, the female form is in the position of power, reluctant authority, staring down and away...the male figure is disengaged...lost in his own head and out through a precarious wooden square...and finally the child form is crying and aching for attention...in need and lost...he is the only character not seemingly disconnected...he is begging to engage...
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