Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / “Dear John” – Lina McGinn’s absorbing and ostensibly playful solo show of sculptures at the expansive Europa Gallery in the Two Bridges neighborhood – manifests fine technique and a conceptual sensibility deeper than it might first appear. Using fiberglass resin and polymerized gypsum to isolate and fix discarded and distressed cardboard boxes in a range of anthropomorphic poses, she achieves something quite familiar in art – the personification of inanimate objects – in a singularly inventive way.
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Tommy White: Dark victory
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / Entering Tommy White’s cave-like Crown Heights studio, you’re struck by the fathomless matte black on his canvases, fate knocking at the door. It can serve both to seduce and to dare, drawing you in and pushing you out.
Hope Gangloff: Dashing preconceptions
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / At first blush, Hope Gangloff’s remarkable new paintings, on view at Susan Inglett Gallery and largely set in a notional rustic retreat, could be mistaken for blown-up greeting cards for vacationing hipsters, perhaps with a sly nod to David Hockney. Pristinely applying acrylic paint, she crafts them like illustrations, and they are unabashedly luminous. But the ecstatic vibe that characteristically radiates from that quality, though present, is winkingly deceptive. While Gangloff paints friends and actively cherishes the intimate golden moment, existential concerns burn through her work.
Daina Higgins: At Home with Discord
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / Daina Higgins began her vocation as an artist in the 1990s as a quintessential outsider: she was not only a graffiti artist in her native Columbus but also one of the few young women then so engaged there. Her noirish attraction to the oblique angles and ominous shadows of a presumptively benighted urban landscape in the Rust Belt has never flagged. At the same time, her paintings and drawings have acquired the existential gravitas that comes, if an artist has the requisite talent and mind, with the travails of life, the burden of lineage, and the compulsion to reflect on them.
Jack Whitten at MoMA: Indelible
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / “The Messenger,” Jack Whitten’s momentous and flawlessly curated exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art, is a signal event not just in American art history but, arguably, in American history simpliciter. To be sure, it showcases an art polymath who broke and cultivated important ground across a broad swath of artistic endeavor. But its timing as a socio-political statement seems perhaps singularly important.
Gerri Rachins’ raptorial abstractions
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / While some art pulls you in gently, Gerri Rachins’ paintings, now on display at The Painting Center, grab you like a raptor. Though unequivocally abstract, their affect, as it were, is prehensile. They seem to guard the walls, flexing with taut line and pulsing color, at once opaque and fluid.
Cinema 2024: A tight dozen
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / For better or worse, directly or inferentially, movies reflect the zeitgeist. This year, they predominantly resonated dread or resignation, and even those focused on personal endeavor had a political tinge. With humanity’s and especially America’s scabrous underbelly fully exposed, both idealism and irony seem to be taking a break, leaving something in between that doesn’t quite amount to earnestness. It’s not the nineties or even the seventies, though the occasional and fleeting nostalgic nod to better days lightened things up. Here’s one (alphabetical) list of the year’s notable movies, with the usual acknowledgement of idiosyncrasy and incompleteness.
Studio Visit: Robert Armstrong’s uncanny cohesiveness
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / When the distinguished contemporary Irish painter Robert Armstrong first occupied his space on the third floor of Temple Bar Studios in Dublin 40 years ago, as a co-founder of the complex, the area was subdued and undeveloped, like Soho in the 1970s or Tribeca in the 1980s. Now his studio overlooks a bustling courtyard in what has become a magnet for visitors to the city. In turn, Armstrong himself seems to embrace Ireland’s deep and introverted rootedness as well as its exalted and extroverted role in Western culture while also reaching liberally into other worlds – he has traveled all over, with art in mind, and eagerly plumbed art history – in fluid and delicately gestural canvases that at once fasten onto familiar visual tropes and depart for murkier and more speculative realms. How he manages this tension is, by general description, unsurprising: he makes resolutely abstract paintings that remain firmly underpinned by landscape in line and allusion. He strikes this balance, easier said than done, and even more remarkably sustains it, reflecting a thorough but unobtrusive understanding that, as Colm Toibin puts it in an eloquent essay for a book of Armstrong’s work, “nothing … is free of association.”
David Humphrey: The revel is in the details
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / The phenomenon of the selfie, an artifact of the smart phone, is a supreme irony. The act itself suggests a narcissistic preoccupation with recording one’s presence, but its frequency and ubiquity indicates that it doesn’t matter much what person or place gets that honor. Warhol’s fleeting fifteen minutes is compressed into a pandering fraction of a second. I was here; please care. The only auto-photographers who really seem to get durably noticed are the Darwin Award winners whose acrobatic exertions towards drama topple them into the lethal maw of treacherous vistas. Lost in the scree of evanescent look-at-me images is the self in full social and political context, and it’s not in plain sight. There are few painters better suited for excavating it than David Humphrey, as he demonstrates in “porTraits,” his formidable solo exhibition now up at Fredericks & Freiser. Humphrey’s crowning gift – born of comprehensive technical and aesthetic command, a uniquely graphic allusive approach, sardonic wit, and an irrepressible narrative impulse – is to coordinate the nuances of disparate visual elements so finely as to render the busiest of paintings piercingly, disturbingly coherent.
Gary Stephan’s steadfast modernism
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / Gary Stephan has been an abstract painter for over fifty years. His command of that vocation – touch, line, color, concept – is duly acknowledged. But he is far from content. Stephan came of age at what was arguably the extended peak of modernism, when creative people across the board presumed to tackle existential problems for the ages.
A group apart at Springs Projects
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / There are a fair few viable organizing concepts for group art exhibitions. One particularly challenging one is to present viewers with a tour d’horizon of emotions and attitudes that seem to prevail at a given historical moment. The key to optimal execution, of course, is to avoid both the obvious and the obscure. In “Each Own” at Springs Projects, curators and gallery co-founders Cate Holt and Tommy White strike the right balance, strategically deploying the work of six exceptional…
Matthew Lusk: Offhand dystopia at Elijah Wheat
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / Located in rough-and-tumble Newburgh beyond the pale of riverfront commercial development on a piece of land just yards from the Hudson and insouciantly flush with its waterline, Carolina Wheat and Liz Nielsen’s grandly unvarnished Elijah Wheat Showroom has the Bunyanesque vibe of a frontier museum. Then it suavely wrongfoots its patrons with the fearlessly avant-garde attitude of 1970s Soho. Matthew Lusk’s deviously clever sculptures and installations exploit and reinforce both attributes…
Certain women, 2024
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / Eight years ago, Kelly Reichardt’s exquisitely penetrating Certain Women appeared. A singularly nuanced and resolutely independent filmmaker, she patrols the interstices of American history and contemporary society. In this movie, she presented several game female Montanans who couldn’t afford to have feminism on their minds and nonetheless lived reckonable lives – a perspective that she had established sharply in Wendy and Lucy (2008) and reiterated softly in Showing Up (2022). Judging by several recent independent films, Reichardt’s subtle perspective has had lasting influence in framing the quandary of how women establish agency in a society that still – or at least again – often militates against them.
Lisa Hoke’s visual rodeo
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / Information overload has understandably been a popular theme for artists, and many have explored it poignantly….Lisa Hoke is one – a game and capable bull rider in a visual rodeo. In her solo show “Relative Uncertainty” at Kathryn Markel Fine Arts, she meets the challenge with consummate skill, persistent wit, and, not least, a kind of stoical grit that firmly rebuffs any attempt to cast her outwardly joyful approach as sheltered or clueless, utopian or oblivious.
Whitney Claflin: Forever young
Contributed by Jonathan Stevenson / Whitney Claflin’s work, now on view in her solo exhibition “Pinky’s Where” at Derosia, is winningly deceptive, like the title’s double-entendre. Consider the paintings Emma in Tarzana and Mr. Triste. At first blush, they seem nonchalantly wise-ass and a little frustrating, the first an offhand quip about internet celebrity and influencer supreme Emma Chamberlain, and the second…