When I lived in Barbados I had the pleasure of meeting and hanging out with the great photographer and artist, Mark King, who in turn introduced me to a new NY-based friend, Akeema. By way of introduction, we decided to do a Chelsea gallery hop together, which solidified our new status as kindred spirits.
On the crawl we first visited the Carla Klein (photo above) exhibit at the Tanya Bonakdar gallery. Her massive paintings of road trip window scenes were intriguing and I loved them immediately; large pallets of dark color bisected by sharp and defining brighter colors. Abstract, but still somehow formed and identifiable.
Akema and I were bowled over at Gladstone Gallery by the smelly, looming sculptures of Peter Buggenhout, which, in their ecological narrative, evoked the post-apocalyptic. We loved them and circled them like little birds looking for a place to land.
As the afternoon wound down and we visited less impressive exhibits, we perked up when we found the small Sheila Hicks retrospective at the Sikkema Jenkins Co. Housed in the back of the gallery, Hicks' knitted paintings and balls of yarn were surprisingly comforting in their craftiness, though not diminished because of that. We left her work tired but smiling.