When does Doubt become belief
When does Belief never become doubt.
a. (7.30pm-April 21, 2017)
what makes something that could never be broken..?
Once Upon a Time...?
Photography is still perhaps forever a very strange thing. Nowadays everyone possesses a camera but few ever take a ‘photograph’. August Sander is a well trodden name in the annals of photo history. Hauser & Wirth recently took over the Estate. In their uptown gallery the show is familiar to those in the know. A slight shame that Michael Somoroff’s work that erased the Sander subjects leaving only the background could not be shown side by side for a new audience. Upstairs is some wacky, wondrous, willy-nilly jewelry.
In the Crown Building that has been sort of ‘Trumped’-an historic Fifth Ave building that now must needs a side entrance- lies Hirschl & Adler and an Outsider art show jointly conceived with Shrine gallery. On show familiar artists in the ‘outsider art world’. Yet as if fascination wasn’t a word, Hawkins Bolden was left completely blind following a baseball accident involving his twin brother. The sculptures (from rubbish materials) were scarecrows protecting his vegetables. The holes (however he made) in the materials are more Fontana than probably Fontana! (Not that Bolden would ever have known…)
In the same building is an amazing photo show at Nohra Haime. Rubie Rumié’s photos dance as if Pina Bausch had walked the streets of Cartagena, Columbia casting her troupe. A very eerie aesthetic that seems very German in it’s formality yet equally politely subvergent.
Years ago at AIPAD, I remember one of the world's famous gallerists telling me how when he first started exhibiting at AIPAD street photography was the bedrock of the entire event. Now...!! he opined. It will ever be a difficult circle never to square! Amanda Means is amazing. It has all somewhat, somehow been done before. But she is brave enough to believe it can be thought again. As with Judy Glickman Lauder...
to see and think for yourself anew nowadays is all one could ask.
And all one could hope to live for.
there was a sublimely bleak Courbet-ish UK poster for Tarkovsky's The Sacrifice that was one of most cherished Christmas presents- later got vanished/destroyed. This is not it but....
Urlicht- Sehr feierlich, aber schlicht
...WATER is quintessential isn't, Maestro....
