FADE TO BLACK Paint it black, as they say. I first thought this theme was about film noir and the fade-out that ends every scene, but boy, was I wrong. Black is a universal. The little black dress. The space between stars. The black hole that provides the glue that binds our galaxy.  It is, after all, a frame of mind, a mood, a yin to the yang. So here we go...


Yvonne Gunner is known around the world (and perhaps other solar systems) for her riveting portraits among which I hope to count my visage in the future. In her TAU solo show we are invited to view vegetation. I am not a vegetarian. I am a humanitarian. But these indellible photographic images are evocative of watercolor. Incuding "D".


Joe Munster loves the "Esopus Creek". Here is his highly stylized photo on canvas of a rare flash of twilight that is austere and romantic... proving that black is beautiful.


Mary Certoma is Hot Stuff. Blown glass, that is. This "Landscape Bowl" is liquid jazz frozen in time with fiery color fragments.


Ann Byer bumbershoots her way into a circular logic mandala titled "Bled to Ebon". What a kidder. The encrustation is byzantine.


Chance Fraser tackles. He tackles both media and message. His last effort was a great welded steel totem pole. Here he tackles a woodcut representing a cross between George Grosz, Hokusai, and Stepen Speilberg. No one can call him afraid of the challenge. He will need those brass balls to face the demented world he so artfully portrays in "The New Toy"


Quinn Morgan Ferris dangles between obscurity and homage in "Wunderkammer". Like Joseph Cornell, Judith Singer, Polly Law and the trinket vendor, each atom is undivisable except by itself and the mind of the beholder.


Tohkal makes a mandala that gushes black gold, and penetrates an oil derric into the bowels of New Orleans. A thousand points of light are arrayed into isobars of a warm front caused by fossil fuel induced global warming called "Rippling Rainbows Fade To Black".


Bonnie Carlson Diana is the other solo room artist. She painted "Spring Snow Lake Hill" with a dappling dangling display of Tibetan prayer flags. Check out the new Tibet center where Chocolate Cheers used to be on Rte 28.


Margaret Owen takes us from the blue mountains to the "Green Mountains" with a way of painting that tastes as good as frosting on a cake.


Babette Kiesel gets the heebie-jeebies like CBGB's. It's an EE-lectrical banana if only they were red. "Fade to Red Instead" is a crimson antithesis of fade to black.


Harper Blanchett painted "The Key Hole 1997" in the year of the same name. It's a square key, no malarkey.


Astrid Norness is a tireless tiler. Here is "Scarab Beetle" that was scred to the Egyptians, and pretty darn sacred to me, too.


Bronson Eden's paradise is a tantalizing Xanadu indeed. Around every corner are prime examples of pulchritude. The neo-retro chiaroscuro fairly bounces beyond the frameless foam core frame in modern day Tromp L'oeil herewith entitled "Female Nude With Hat" and "Female Nude".


Lynn Fliegel makes it look easy. The burnished bronze and bar-b-cued billows become a background for cellular subdivision in "Red Z White Dot".


Karl J. Volk takes the art of automatic drawing to bovine pastures in this slightly Guernica-esque drawing of a "Cow".


Bea Blacksburg, or simply B, took this photo where "Sky Meets Land & Sea". It captures the fog and mist of ambiguity, since the three meet everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Dave Channon made "K-9" listen to his master's voice. He is perpetually happy to see you and always ready for a treat or game of fetch. The tongue and jaw wag at your touch.



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