a Photo Blog, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to dear dirty New York
We were planning on joining an Art Walk starting in the Warehouse District about a week and a half ago. By the time we got there it had been cancelled, the trolley garaged and the galleries shuttered. We found these compacted cubes of metal outside one of the warehouses of studios.
I couldn’t find any placards to identify these, the top image is a set of glass globes from their students; the bottom one is a close-up of a metal sculpture in the gardens.
(These pictures were shot over a week ago – everything’s shut now and we’re complying with attempts to halt the spread of Covid-19 by not going out except for necessities).
Another gallery full of (mostly) glassworks – quite remarkable!
(Needless to say, these pictures were shot over a week ago – everything’s shut now and we’re not going out except for necessities).
St Petersburg appears to be a home for many artists working with glass. We saw a demonstration of the art at the Morean Arts Center, all of the above were shot at the Imagine Museum and still to come is the Duncan McClellan Gallery. We haven’t made it yet to the Chihuly collection. Apologies to artists of the works above if I mis-labeled any of the works.
Click any image to see them all enlarged.
I neglected to capture what this was or by whom, a collection of hanging lights in a forest of black threads.
On the left of the wall, Antony Gormley‘s Apart X (2003); on the right, a man apart
At the Art Museum we saw glass works by Lino Tagliapietra, from the series, Il Deserto Fiorito.
Click any image to see them all enlarged.
But the highlight of the Chelsea gallery crawl has to have been seeing, for the first time, the brilliant work of Lynette Yiadom-Boakye at the Jack Shainman Gallery, In Lieu of a Louder Love. I can’t recommend this more highly. Unfortunately, it closed on the 16th, the day we were there, but if you can get to see her work somewhere, run, don’t walk. Here are just a couple of examples and the photographs don’t begin to do justice to the quality of the painting, the texture and the depth of feeling.
Another installation that left me cold, although I couldn’t resist the opportunity of this illusive self portrait.
