A Look at Bushwick
A Look at Bushwick (Bogart St)
Memorial Day Weekend put a damper on my Bushwick gallery trek, as most places marked themselves āclosed for the holidayā, but I managed catch up with some galleries Iād stepped in before. After trekking up and down Morgan Ave and Knickerbocker, trying to find an open gallery (there werenāt any, darn you Luhring Augustine), I headed back to Bogart for a second look at the galleries from my previous visit.
Momenta Art
Momenta had my favorite art pieces from the last visit and, after this visit, still holds that first spot on my favorite list with Justin Randolph Thompsonās Moldy Figs. Having studied music and art throughout my collection, I canāt not love sound installations, especially when one is so fantastically presented. Set up in a carnival style, Thompsonās red-curtained sculptural installation featured several different stations of instruments, boxes, record album covers, clothing, and even a hanging chandelier. Sounding throughout the room was a classical jazz piece that called-and-responded through several sections. Trust me: It was very cool.
Honey Ramka
Around the corner from Momenta is Honey Ramka which I can always count on for the oddest, but most memorable pieces that Iāve ever seen. Doll-like sculptures presented on pedestals dot the open space while large paintings, all done by different artists frame the walls around them. It was a little bizarre, a little disturbing, and the title Puppet Panic was completely apt. Well done Paul Bergeron, Katrina Fimmel, Jason Reyen, and Ana Wieder-Blank.
Beyond the galleristās desk is another small show, Abscissas and Ordinates featuring artists Lars van Dooren and John OāConnor, which though less bizarre, holds the same frenetic energy as the rest of the exhibition displayed. The chaos inspired āpatterned complexes or hyper-mediated data setsā led to very interesting painting and print pieces.
Slag Contemporary
Across the hall, in another wood-paneled floor and open-spaced room is Slag. Todayās exhibition, RITES, Ā featured artists Tirtzah Bassel and Dumitru Gorzo. Slag is definitely right to showcase these two artists together. Together their art just fits without over-shadowing one or the other. If I had the money, Iād buy a piece from each artist and display them together. It works.
One of my favorite pieces from Bassel featured a giant painted rendition of a woman parsing through a rack of red dress (all the same). In the background stands the markings of a shopping mall. Another woman wearing a very similar outfit to the woman in the foreground makes her way down the stairs, presumably to toward the same rack of red dresses.
Another favorite, from Gorzo, displays two figuresā female and male. They stand together, their hollowed out eyes staring at something beyond the frame. Above them broad multi-colored strokes rain dripping paint which smudges into puddles underneath their feet. Itās eery. Itās beautiful.
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Making my way through these galleries, I didnāt feel as if any one exhibition couldnāt have been viewed in a Chelsea Gallery. (But then, again I donāt decide those things.)In fact with their white walls and neutral floors, the spaces didnāt even feel that different. Outside, yes, it just looks like another empty factory building but still do a lot of Chelsea gallery spaces. If it hadnāt been for the 45 minute trek from Manhattan, it would have been like I hadnāt left at all.








