“Ordinarily, I feel a sense of solidarity in isolation with other artists. I feel it even more during our enforced isolation.”
It’s the fragile, defenseless, and invisible ones who will take the hit and feel it first.
The first painting I saw in 2016 was “Cockman Always Rises Orange” (2015): we can’t say we weren’t warned.
It’s an unsentimental portrait, to say the least.
The exhibitions that rippled through our cultural fabric over the past year, at least those occurring in and around New York, have registered the predictable number of highs and lows, though 2014 did manage to plumb one nadir unlikely to be matched for a good long time.
In my art explorations around Bushwick I ventured off the beaten track and visited a few new art spaces.