in times of turmoil, to find and inspire calm.
November 2 – December 9, 2017
Artist Include:
Jeanine Alfieri
Ed Baynard
Joaquin Carter
Ayn S Choi
Lucy Mink Covello
Lisa Corinne Davis
Susan English
Clarity Haynes
Black Lake
Maggie Mailer
Hermes Payrhuber
Nancy Shaver
Mary Ann Strandell
Kasper Sonne
Tad Wiley
Gallery: 524 West 26th Street
New York, NY, 10001
Hours: Tuesday – Saturday 11:00 -6:00
Closed Wednesday and Friday during Thanksgiving
Opening Reception: Thursday, November 2, 6 to 8 pm
Closing Reception: Friday Dec. 8, with Black Lake Performance, 6 to 8 pm
*Organized by Ayn Choi and Susan Jennings Contact Ayn S. Choi: aynschoi@gmail.com
Review: Whitehot Magazine Review_ November 2017
Mary Ann Strandell, "For Baudelaire", Installation 15' x 15', ink drawing in situ with 3D Lenticular Print media, 2017 |
“For Baudelaiere” is a contemplative and performative installation which considers the notion of decentralized place through two distinct systems of experience; the large scaled hand-drawn garden motifs, with the counter active mediated lenticular print panels. These two worlds host a fleeting aspect of time and place that is perhaps at once, a waterfall, a street map, a transit system, a circuit, a song.
The garden motif is a montage from a long study on the garden genre meme, which I documented from historic hand-painted porcelain plates over a number of years. This composite holds seven partial garden renderings, that include 13th to 17th century China, Japan, Germany, and The Netherlands. The layered geometric lenticular presents a post-modern network of mapping and circuitry. Here these two worlds, still in their own orbits, coalesce a possibility in tandem with a revery of sudden leaps.
Mary Ann Strandell 11/1/17
Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical
without rhythm and rhyme, supple and staccato enough to adapt to the lyrical stirrings of the soul, t
he undulations of dreams, and sudden leaps of consciousness. This obsessive idea is above all a
child of giant cities, of the intersecting of their myriad relations. — Charles Baudelaire, Dedication of Le Spleen de Paris