Saturday, September 10, 2016

GREGORY AMENOFF/ Alexandre Gallery/ SEPT. 2016





EARLY BRIGHT2016, oil on panel, 36 x 36 inches
courtesy Alexandre Gallery



GREGORY AMENOFF: MYSTICAL HITS




Gregory Amenoff's paintings betray his sensitive side. Narratives of light and mysticism saturate his works with a kind of fairy dust and elvish magic. Abstract landscapes safe from prying eyes and Google Maps.





CLEARING (FOR JB)2016, oil on canvas, 72 x 62 inches*
courtesy Alexandre Gallery



They are a noble quest, a torch taken up from the likes of the Arthur Doves of this world, along with his Stieglitz pals Georgia O'Keeffe, Marsden Hartley, and Alfred Maurer. A mineral, vegetable, but less animal space at once intimate and infinite. A place discovered with paint and brush and knife hacked through forests and over tall mountains. The painting in the painting. Not the gratuitous slapdash of pigments on canvas, but marks and colors that mean something, shape something, define and reveal something. Painting that comes from search and exploration. Other worlds. Remote and distant lands. Holy Grails and Aztec pyramids, Patagonian caves and Fountains of Youth. We come upon his paintings with the same surprise and excitement that he does. We become breathless at the sight of them.





 GROTTE2016, oil on canvas, 36 x 36 inches
courtesy Alexandre Gallery



And these are places of great power and light, and maybe above all, healing. For him, and for us. Dr Amenoff. Yes. The great and powerful Amenoff. Delivering paintings to the world.





DREAMER (FOR GG)2016, oil on panel, 36 x 36 inches
courtesy Alexandre Gallery




Each painting becomes a diorama of sorts. Open them up and let the show begin. A music box. Wind it up and hear its music. Painting can do this. Painters like Amenoff believe. Otherwise what is the point? This is his gift to the world.






MOUNTAINS AND GARDEN2014-2015, oil on canvas, 18 x 18 inches
courtesy Alexandre Gallery




When people throw around the term spirituality when talking about art they are playing with fire, whether they know it or not. Spirituality is about light, yes, but more importantly it is about healing and grace. Grace and healing. In a world where darkness is all around us and the light of the world is dimming, Amenoff finds and passes on the bright light of hope in his paintings. This is the torch from Dove. Is there alchemy there? Yes, paint into paintings that become something powerful for good.






BEGINNINGS,  96" x 84", 1984, Oil on Canvas
courtesy Albright Knox Museum




Just over thirty-five years ago(c.1979), I was a young painter and art writer sitting in the art dealer Robert Miller's sunny office high over Fifth Avenue just off 57th Street, and he wanted me to hang on and look at some paintings by a young Boston artist that he was just getting in. Miller lined two or three large, thickly painted, heavily worked, very muscular, churning, branchy, boney, leafy, big bodied abstractions against the wall and asked me what I thought. Flecks of color and light kicking up out of a darkened forest of brave paint. I was impressed. This was the work of Gregory Amenoff. There was a new painter in town.





“Tramontone”, oil on canvas, Courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.




In those paintings Amenoff offered a bold, dynamic, dramatic and energetic vision of great fire. He took the art world by storm. In the years that followed those heady days of the 1980s, however, the art world has cooled considerably. Painting is not what it once was.






GREGORY AMENOFF/ SEPTEMBER 2016
ALEXANDRE GALLERY INSTALLATION




Think of this new work in the big picture and over the long haul. Think of each of these paintings like a hot coal, a hot coal that burns long and bright and can start a blaze anywhere it goes, the whole world over. This is Amenoff's gamble.  He has recalculated, he has reloaded. He is older and wiser. These later paintings have a whimsy, a tenderness, a dreamscape cultivated and softened by years of experience and contemplation and musing, of pain and joy and compassion. What spilled wildly from him in his youth is now considered a hundred-fold with each stroke, each breath, each test, each hard lesson learned, each yes or no.




PINK MOON2015-2016, oil on canvas, 44 x 64 inches
courtesy Alexandre Gallery




There are some small paintings here. Mountains and Garden, 18 x 18 inches. Grotto IV, 11 x 14 inches. Dreamer, Grotto, Early Bright, 36 x 36 inches. Amenoff knows what a good small painting can do (although he can still make a big one*). Maybe he learned this from Dove. Small is relative of course, but 36 x 36 inches, for example, seems like what we might call small these days, especially by Amenoff standards, although it is probably somewhere in between. Tweener. Big enough to be full screen for the viewer from 3 feet out. Can also be well read from across the room. Still, it has that intimate feeling in that it draws the viewer in. This is one of those unspoken experiences in painting, does it make you stand back or make you step in? It is a painting thing. Amenoff has faith in all of those painting things when all around him people are losing their heads that painting is dead again. And again!  He has devoted his life blood to this notion that painting not only matters, but that painting makes a difference, that painting brings us light and hope and grace and courage and fire and so on.





TOWER FOR STRINDBERG2016, oil on canvas, 36 x 36 inches
courtesy Alexandre Gallery




So when you're beaten down from that Netflix binge and have put aside your iPhone, or when your wifi disappears and cuts you off from the world, sidle up to an Amenoff mystical abstraction and warm yourself.





GROTTE IV (ORNANS)2016, oil on panel, 11 x 14 inches
courtesy Alexandre Gallery




Addison Parks
Spring Hill, September 10, 2016





 BOUGH2016, oil on canvas, 72 x 60 inches*
courtesy Alexandre Gallery










GREGORY AMENOFF: New Paintings
Reception for the artist Thursday, September 15 from 6:00 to 7:30 pm
On View September 15 – October 29, 2016

Alexandre Fine Art Inc
724 5th Avenue
4th FloorNew York, NY 10019

Catalogue available with text by Stephen Westfall


Sunday, September 04, 2016

Artist Notes: Willie Marlowe










I am happy to have two paintings at the Saratoga Arts Center. It is very special for me to be invited because when I lived in Saratoga for 5 years, the building that is now the Arts Center was the town library, not far from where I lived and I enjoyed spending time there. The show was curated by the then Director, Elizabeth Dubben, before she left for a new position. It is always a pleasure to show with artists I admire and look forward to seeing their work in the show!

Please stop in if you are close by.

Many Thanks,

Willie

www.williemarlowe.com

Saratoga Art Center's 30th Anniversary Invitational 30 years / 30 artists
320 Broadway, Saratoga Springs, NY 12866
Opening Reception: Friday, September 9, 6-8pm
The exhibition continues through October 29, 2016 518.584.4132 http://www.saratoga-arts.org/about

ARTISTS: Adam Daily • Francelise Dawkins • Katie DeGroot • Anne Diggory • Chris Duncan • Jill Fishon-Kovachick • Scott Nelson Foster • Anne Francey • Deb Hall • Tracy Helgeson • Liz Howe • Richard Garrison • Chloe Kettlewell • Shawn Lawson • Willie Marlowe • Beverley Mastrianni • Pat McEvoy • David Miller • Doretta Miller • Victoria Palermo • Judith Plotner • Tom Schottman • Ben Schwab • Sergio Sericolo • Charles Steckler • Roy Stevens • Susan Stuart • Stephen Tyson • Laura Von Rosk • Harry Wirtz

Topkapi Medallion # 1 & 2, acrylic on paper
Both paintings, shown for the first time, were done at the EMILY HARVEY FOUNDATION in Venice, 2014, after first spending several days in Istanbul and visiting the Topkapi Palace, the Blue Mosque, Hagia Sophia and the Modern Museum showing contemporary Turkish painters. The Asemic writing, often a form used in visual poetry was inspired by Islamic Script I saw set in Mosaics tiles. I learned that Turquoise, a predominant color in mosaics comes from the blue of the Turks - Turquoise.


Dear Addison —

So generous and kind of you to post the show on Artdealmagazine blog! It looks quite impressive, if I say so myself. I am
deeply appreciative.

Two group shows in Chelsea (membership show and a juried show) with three paintings, other group shows coming up
including one in Sacramento. Will be giving a pecha kucha presentation on newest series, Triangles / Tondos / Triptychs at
Opalka Gallery, Sage College of Albany in Nov. The latest triangles that I worked on during a residency in Croatia in April of
last year morphed into collages that suggested kites. So I am now working on Kites. They are on heavy paper, unframed
and are to be shown affixed to the wall with velcro. There are about 15 kites and 30+ of the other tondos and triptychs.

Hope all is going well with you.

Many Thanks,

willie

www.williemarlowe.com


Triptych of flying Kites acrylic on paper approximate scale, 19 x 10 inches irregular 2016








Monday, August 29, 2016

The Great Milton Resnick









"I PAINTED MYSELF OUT OF MY PAINTING."
-Milton Resnick


Milton Resnick painted himself out of the picture. To paraphrase his famous quote. It has a lot of meanings. Long story short.










Like his paintings those meanings are, among other things, layered, inscrutable, crusty, thick, severe, and ambiguous.










Pollock was in his pictures. De Kooning was in his pictures. Maybe you couldn't see it, but you could definitely feel it. I would argue that the same is true of Resnick's paintings, although I think that what he was trying to say was that he removed himself from his paintings, that they were something other than him, not just about or of something other than him.










Ultimately there is something of a great paradox at work here. By removing himself from his paintings they became suffocatingly him, every fiber, ever brush stroke, every breath of air.










Every painter asks this question, how present am I, have I managed to step aside, is it too much about me, all about me, how much "I" is there? Enough? Too much? Is it just a point of view, or something more? How much can you get away with, how much can you get away without?










Monet's Water Lilies. He isn't in them but you can't separate them. He owns them. Anyone else who tries to paint them has to pay a toll.










There is the artist's presence. But there is also this other thing. Ego. Pride, if we go pre-Freudian. I think Resnick was indeed talking about the latter. Painting his ego out of the painting. The I. But also the pride and even the presence.










Again, I would argue that if he said, show me where I am, show me a single mark, find me, I dare you, I would say, you are everywhere.










He was the man behind the curtain. That as much as he made his paintings about all things, about even God, it was according to him, his all things, his God. His work is that powerful.










Milton Resnick gave us these vast, numinous paintings like gardens or night skies or deserts where we could lose ourselves. That blanketed us in something greater than ourselves, that dwarfed us, even removed us, someplace where we weren't just insignificant, but where there was no reflection looking back at us. So you see, in a way he didn't just paint himself out of his work, but us too. Maybe we didn't like that.








The other picture that he was talking about of course was the art scene, the art world, of the 50s and 60s and 70s and 80s, his time, his moment, where what was prized and fashionable and celebrated, and on everyone's lips, and minds, and walls was not him, not the great painter. Not the household name like 50s Cedar Bar mates Pollock and de Kooning.










Those people just weren't drawn to him in that way. Which may explain why he tried to paint himself out of his paintings. That way, even if those people didn't like him, they might still like his work.










In his later years he softened just a bit. He put himself and us back into his paintings. It is hard to know what if anything we can make of this or learn from it. Maybe some things are more important than being great or famous. Maybe that is how you really paint your self out of your paintings.











Addison Parks
Spring Hill, Late August, 2016



Thursday, August 25, 2016

Artist Notes: Douglas Abdell

In the last few years I have been producing much less work. Here you can see the last work that I have finished:







" Código del Mediterráneo " 2009 - 2010, mármol de Makael, Almeria, madera, cm. 57 x 144 x 90







I have been living for the last 13 years in Southern Spain ( Malaga area ), before I lived several years in Madrid . The wood in this sculpture came from Madrid ...the wood is steps from a building over 250 years old ....if you look closely you can see that they are worn by people stepping on them for so many years. The marble is from Makael, Almeria.


https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douglas_Abdell

P.S. here are two webpages of different periods if you have not yet seen them

www.douglasabdell.com

www.abdellmagua.com

Monday, August 15, 2016

Artist Notes: Pamela Granbery


Large photo of Pam Granbery and performance in Virgin Islands


Pamela Granbery, Performance photo, Virgin Islands, The Gallery, Borrego, Ca



"I have been reworking ideas from the late 60s, some of which have text. They are all performance pieces situated in the environment. I also had a gallery The Gallery in Borrego this winter, the glass case has costumes and artifacts in it."





Pamela Granbery is a painter/performance artist who lives between Rhode Island in summers and California in winters. A graduate of Bennington College, and the Whitney Program, she worked with the likes of Helen Frankenthaler, bounced on the knees of Rauschenberg and Tony Smith as a child, and taught at the Rhode Island School of Design. Her work has been widely shown and collected in Los Angeles, Boston, New York, and beyond.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Dennis Cowley: True Photographer




Alec; pin hole photograph




Dennis Cowley has a sense of the particular. It defines his photographs. It defines his vision. It defines him. Indeed, Dennis Cowley's photographs are all about definition.



Oliver; pin hole photograph



Most of his work has been black and white dark room photography. A lot of people just don't get that. Not in a digital age. But here is the thing, Dennis Cowley believes that photography is something you earn. Maybe it comes from growing up military. Or Catholic. A question of discipline and devotion. Who knows?  But Dennis Cowley is steadfast in this belief: you have to earn it. With that comes touch, and depth, and mystery, and nuance, and character, and honor, and value, and experience, and above all, truth. Yes, about all truth. True photography.







Each advancement in digital photography only caused him to double down. So, oh yeah, take this "made on an iPhone." Try made with a pin hole camera!




Stacey and Addison Parks, Long Nook Beach, Truro
Pin hole photograph


The particulars in Dennis Cowley's photographs are something he delights in. As a viewer we can as well. It is like beach combing or treasure hunting. His photographs never fail to yield that surprise, that deep satisfaction that comes from close inspection. From discovery. We are always rewarded.








It is a very quiet statement, which is just like him, which is just how he likes it.




Dennis Cowley, Bow Street, Cambridge




Addison Parks
Spring Hill, August 2016

Thursday, August 04, 2016

HEIDE HATRY: QUEEN OF ID

Plica vocalis gallinae (Vocal cord of a chicken), 2010,
silver halide print, 27 x 20.5 in (69 x 52 cm)


Heide Hatry takes "what you see is what you get" and turns it on its ear. Frankly, it would be very difficult to know exactly what we are getting in her work. And even more frankly, that is just the way she likes it.


There is a funny and telling story about someone unwittingly opening a refrigerator in the basement of her building, where she was keeping one of her pieces, a human head made of meat. Presumably they were hoping they might find a cold beer. What they found instead scared and shocked them so much that they felt they had no choice but to call the police. When it was all sorted out, everyone had a good chuckle about it, including the police, and the guy who was terrified by what he thought he had stumbled upon, but no one got a bigger kick out of it than Heide Hatry. 





What that person experienced was a complete affirmation of everything she is trying to accomplish in her work; if only everyone could stumble upon her work in such an unsuspecting way. And, for the most part, they do. Heide Hatry springs something on the viewer that they do not see coming. Practically ever time. This is no small artistic achievement.


For some 15 years Hatry has used animal skin and what is called offal, animal "by products," as a medium to make her work. Some are sculptures, others installations, some are performances, others are documented in film or photography. Whether portraits, figures or flowers, there is a sexuality about the work that is confident, confrontational, even contentious. It is what it is.

Becci anitum inferioresLower beaks of ducks, Hong Kong, China 2011

That Heide Hatry's father raised pigs on their farm in Germany gives us just enough background. Where she goes in her work is in the best tradition of artist as obsessor, artist as provocateur. Only someone truly driven could accomplish what she has. The results can only be described as awesome and marvelous, nothing less. It doesn't really matter what else we think. What else we think and feel about meat and animals and carnage. Her work transcends disgust for such things. It leaves such things in her wake. Heide Hatry has places to go and things to make happen.


Addison Parks
Spring Hill, August 2016




Martin Mugar and the Feminine Aesthetic





Martin Mugar grew up with three sisters, and a mother who encouraged him to be an artist. You could say that he was surrounded by the feminine aesthetic. It has always informed his work, and it informs it still. Even while at Yale, that bastion of male narcissism, it was a visiting painter, Joan Snyder, and not the entrenched monolith Al Held, that made a lasting impression on him.




What am I taking about? Right at this moment we are faced with a choice between a man who says only he can fix it and a woman who practically coined the phrase "it takes a village."




Martin Mugar's work is not about him. It is about something else. He is not there in his paintings. There is no there there in his paintings. There is no fist at its heart that was Picasso or Pollock or de Kooning, or even Held for that matter. Martin Mugar gives us a place to go. A sanctuary. The kind of sanctuary his mother and sisters gave him. His paintings are all light and spirit and space. I once called them his daughter's box of butterflies. Call it love. Call it nurture. Call it nature.




Martin Mugar's mother had a piece of land in New Hampshire. It didn't do anything. It was just there. A place to go. A place to be in touch with something that the real world of our fathers could never fathom, never touch. A special place. And that's what his paintings are.





Addison Parks
Spring Hill, August 2016