"They'll tell you to expect the unexpected
But nobody ever tells you where it's hid." [1]
- The Flatlanders
Read MoreA visitor to Lenore Malen's New Society for Universal Harmony could be forgiven for not knowing how to interpret the objects, texts, photographs and video on view. They are displayed in a manner that is equal parts school science project, surrealist parlor game and historical re-enactment, leading to the assumption of a reality that may or may not be only an artist's fantasy. The presentation is bookmarked between two thoroughly absorbing and maddeningly elusive figures: Dr. Franz Anton Mesmer, the 18th- century practitioner of magnet-induced psychic healing and hypnotism; and Dr. F.A. Mesmer, his 21st-century disciple.
Read MoreThere are things that Phyllis Goldberg just won't change. Living in New York, for instance, where she has resided since she was born in Brooklyn in 1927. But when it comes to her art practice, she is constantly evolving. Over the past decade alone, her work has ranged from abstract painting to photo collage to raku-fired pottery. On the eve of her first solo show in New York at the CUE Art Foundation in Chelsea, she laughs and says, "It doesn't make sense at my age to start a career."
Read MoreExpressionistic color combinations, frenetic lines and charmingly idiosyncratic shapes characterize the abstract paintings of Jasmine Justice. The paintings, themselves, are roughly square-shaped and rarely more than four feet in width. Their surfaces are richly textured-here, flat and opaque, there, raised and gleaming-an effect Justice achieves through her uninhibited mixture of acrylic, oil and vinyl-based paint. Crowding the walls of the living-room-cum-studio of her apartment in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, the paintings jostle for attention, each one daring the viewer to puzzle out its secret narratives. Despite the high Modernist tradition of seeing non-figurative paintings as impersonal studies on color and form, Justice believes that it is human nature to seek narrative in abstraction. Art, in the end, can never transcend its human origins, and paintings can never be just surfaces.
Read MoreAbout 20 times a minute our vision is corrupted. The involuntary act of blinking limits our capacity to see the world around us, and it is only the basest way that our acuity is plundered. Take into account the distractedness that accompanies a daily agenda or the defensiveness of a city dweller, and our narrow vision is actually perpetuated as a survival tactic. The photography of Jonathan Elderfield exposes the deficit of our nearsightedness. In his photographs, the unseen moments that transpire in and around urban Chicago come into focus. Elderfield often feels overwhelmed by the infinitude of moments that could be caught on film. He says, "I sometimes think, right at this moment, there are all these things happening in the world that could probably be captured in an interesting way, and I'm not there to do it."
Read MoreA red sky seeps down a picture postcard and floods a 19th-century street. A man-child with curls and a trench coat smiles vacantly; an alluring piece of shoulder hovers nearby. A woman with a crumpled bit of type for a head is haloed by a dirty white label backing, and guarded by a red-eyed bird. This is the universe of salvaged objects that exists within the art of Robert Seydel, where bottle caps and newspaper ads take on new meanings through their juxtaposition with words, graphite and paint. Seydel's drawings and collages imply a disinterest in all that is holistic or straightforward, inviting us instead to ponder the mysterious source material and its more mysterious organization on the page.
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