Upstairs has "Mo". Momentum or more better art,
the choice is yours.
Either way, the art is well hung with inspired sensitivity to bring
out cross connections, twining themes, and lateral linkages between
the works and to the spaces they activate. Works made from natural
wood, sticks and rocks is a motif of several artists showing at
TAU. Likewise, we are seeing more neon and welded metal sculptures.
to the members for putting on an exceptional show, refreshingly
fresh and bursting with wet paint and artistic juice.
numerologicaly mysterious artist known as Five-One-Five
has gone beyond the I-Ching theme of recent works in this
shamanic selection, "Time manifesting 515". The spine
is a spine, the copper ring, like a watch mechanism, almost
ticks seconds (as do the black pips.)
Rit's collage, "Assemblage", pokes holes in American
media with apocalyptic humor, suggestive titilating teasers and
sacred cow political icons. Someone please explain the bulls-eye
before and after his name..
Eden is back with one of the most sophisticated works in
the show, "Pink Spirit Door", a Stella example
of handsome stick art. He reaches into the East Village archives
of his mind, and goes out on a limb with Mondrian rhythms.
Channon (AKA myself) also engages the tree spirit in "We
Tree", a tree-hugging romantic love story with cosmic overtones.
The deep crimson falling leaves, like drops of blood, echo the sparkling
dash of a shooting star.
Fraser dares you to step across the line into his reality
in this amazing self portrait, "Five Fingers". Ask to
see his hands and you will agree, they really look like the way
he drew them. Among the swirling demons and goblins, I noticed a
spunky likeness of yours truly, although he said it's only me if
I want it to be. Teenagers!
Bruschi dazzles the photons with "Light Drawing Setup".
Just standing in this room energizes your pineal gland. Time exposure
photos of him waving the neon magic wand tempt the visitor to pick
it up and do the Luke Skywalker thing, but don't try it. There's
about 50,000 volts in there.
Stubblefield breaks my heart with "Anna Halperin-
Old Woman Series". The crown of thorns and crusty caked-mud
skin, the aching knees kneeling on cold bare rock, the prayer of
mourning... give us an insight into the pain Eeo exorcises in so
many of her performances and events.
Just when Eeo had my soul in torment, Jordana
Hysell comes to the rescue with "Seaside Sailor",
a light hearted, daffy diorama of two young tars on leave. The tangled
web snares momentos of nautical nostalgia. It reminds me of a good
bar in Key West.
Jose Acosta is not out building Hotels, he is kind
enough to engineer some compelling art. In "An Artist Life"
he dangles himself topsy turvy amid saints and devils, and offers
what might be prayer beads or mardi-gras soulveniers. His signature
crimson shall be henceforth known as Acosta Red.
Eden's "Squiggles #1" glows from the Arts Upstairs balcony
windows like a lighthouse torch to any lonely passer-by on Main
Street in the dark of winter night. His neo-neon noodles stand on
sturdy pylons that defy the fragility of glass. Notice the yellow
squiggle in Lynn Fliegel's painting, another cross connection of
deliberate curatorial serendipity.
Lovelett makes musical machines that beg you to bang and
tinlke on them. But please touch only with your eyes. "The
Busker" comes with an audio soundtrack of the artist-percussionist
playing it better than I could anyway.
is a shovel head. No, not someone who snorts shovels, but a cubist
welded effigy with overtones of Klee and Picasso. Kevin
Green takes mundane metal chunks and charges them with
humor and a bit of pathos. Imagine Abe Lincoln trying to do his
homework on one of these?
Spark takes "Rocks and Mud" and elevates them
to a lofty level. Anyone who knows her knows how much she loves
the streams of nature, which to many of us is just a mess of wet
rocks and mud.
9th Muse" is a nebula with dreams of galactic dust and mysterious
faces dissolving through light years of interstellar radiation.
Rich Morris captures the vastness of outer space
and the intimacy of inner vision at the same time.
is the first time Ron English has
shown at this gallery and we hope not the last. Do I have to say
the title? Ron is a masterful portratist and captures likenesses
and expressions with direct, unhesitating brushstrokes. The superimpositions
and chromatic cleavages bring out ironic contrasts and obvious connections.
Although some collectors at the opening speculated that the price
of $25,000 is a little high for "Rocky and Bullwinkle",
others are speculating by buying his paintings.
Troy Gangle's "The Long Swing With Closed
Eyelids" is the last beast on this particular art safari.
Is it wishful thinking to imagine a golfer at the tee, with eyes
shut, pondering the hole in one? Erect yet weatherbeaten, massive
and sinuous, a wiggly and wonderful rippling wooden totem.
may not know golf, but I know what I like.
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