Art Is Not Exceptional was contributed by Christian Lawrence St. Denis in the month of March for our Northwest special feature. Dakota Gallery is located in Bellingham, WA. Having originally started as a DIY Gallery in the Pacific Northwest, Open House continues to be excited by the artwork coming out of the region. It is our intention to create dialogue between the ambitious emerging art scene in the Northwest and New York City. Stay tuned for future special features in April!
By Christian Lawrence St. Denis
Dakota Gallery, Bellingham: three white walls, a glass and black metal facade, a white pillar, black floors. The installation is called I Am Sorry Please Forgive Me. The artist is Hannah Zoe.
According to Angela Heisch, only the person who begins a painting can decide how to finish it. I arrived to a room full of decisive paintings; iconic, hard-edge abstractions seeming to have rolled effortlessly out of the last. She knew what the next painting would be. She appeared to have reached absolute freedom from the anxieties of critique, depending solely on instinct.
After spending some time in the studios of artists working in Bushwick, Open House turned to Gowanus this weekend to discover what’s bubbling up from the canal. Over 300 artists participated in Gowanus Open Studios 2016, and of them we picked 5 to tell us what’s what. Lace up folks, it time for 5-on-5.
HOW DO YOU APPROACH COLOR IN YOUR WORK?
IS THERE A PARTICULAR NARRATIVE AT PLAY IN YOUR CURRENT OR PAST PROJECTS?
WHO / WHAT MOTIVATES YOU TO MAKE YOUR WORK?
DO YOU HAVE A PERSON OR GROUP OF PEOPLE THAT YOU BOUNCE IDEAS OFF OF, OR DOES IT TEND TO BE MORE OF A SOLITARY APPROACH?
It’s the end of an aimless art hunt in Chelsea that I really didn’t intend to have. I kept hoping I’d find something meaningful on 24th st. There had to be something new.
After exhausting the block I had come to my last stop: Mike Weiss Gallery. There beamed the densest painting of the day; it was literally screaming.
Dan Schein, Seer of Things, oil on canvas, 66 x 92 in.
Deep umbers and heavy greens were climbing off of the canvas. A face built of salmon colored smudges and flailing brown smears glared with a big ol’ eye. The mouth trembled as if to be in two places at once. I picture the dreadful author of this evil mark-making as a pure madman, emptying entire tubes of paint and slopping them around like playing with food. Continue reading “Dan Schein’s Mountain Men Mock the Macho”→