.. I have a show opening 5/26 at John Davis Gallery, in Hudson... it's in the carriage house, one of the coolest places to hang a show in the world.... Rosanna Bruno is in the front gallery.
It's the opening show of the season!
Saturday 5/26 6-8pm John Davis Gallery 362 1/2 Warren Street Hudson NY
It was a group show and this could have used some more space but it was incredibly rewarding... amazingly crafted dense complex fantastic.
I was thinking of Mike Kelly because he had just died... but also David Altmejd, Matthew Barney, Paul McCarthy, Oyvind Fahlstrom... and the less compelling Arturo Herrera and Matthew Ritchie.
they are like those upholstery chair things people sit up in bed with...
The small ones especially, none of which I photographed because they are under glass and too reflective, reminded me of the GREAT and way-underknown RVA artist Don Crow... simple bold colorful shapes collaged together with all the staples showing... I cant find any images on his website it is all more recent but I wrote about them in 2004.
. "After lunch I went over to the Whitney. For some reason I wanted to see the biennial. I'm not sure why. Before checking it out I went up to the fifth floor. That's where they hang work that's in the permanent collection. I'm glad I did. There was a gorgeous late fifties Lee Krasner painting hanging in a room of it's own. After staring, I walked down to the fourth floor and it looked like people were exercising on a huge black rubber matt that took up the entire floor. There were maybe fifteen people following the commands of a woman who was talking into a microphone... telling the fifteen people what to do. I think the fifteen people following the commands were people who had walked off the street. They kind of just "joined in". I've heard this type of activity in the art world is called "relational aesthetics"... or something like that... It felt like I was interrupting the "relation". I quickly got out of there. I walked down to the third floor and in the back there was a room filled with an artist's junk. There seems to be a room filled with an aritst's junk in every biennial I've ever been to. I'm not sure why this artist's junk was there. I walked around the corner and there were fifty Dana Shultz paintings on the wall. At least I think they were Shultz's paintings. (I walked by pretty fast). I skipped the second floor and went down to the lobby. What happened to the bookstore? There was none. There were some catalogues thrown out on tables that looked "remaindered"... what was there looked like a bake sale. I walked out of the Whitney having spent less than twenty minutes... fifteen of those standing in front of the Krasner."