“I have been looking at this painting and receiving relief like a cool drink on a hot day.”
Linhares has become a pioneer who paved the way for a generation of women artists to develop their own alternative worlds.
From an increasingly diversified roster of galleries to a surprising slew of rock art, the mega-fair is impressively eclectic this year.
The great iconoclastic painter Peter Saul, for the first time ever, has turned his hand to curating, gathering together nearly two dozen kindred spirits for a show that revels, as to be expected, in the libidinous and the ravenous, the stunted and the scared, the blinkered and the grotesque — that is to say, humanity. The effect, as to be expected, is sublime.
We asked three Hyperallergic editors to offer their picks of the best in the neighborhood’s art galleries.
Judith Linhares’s painting has been on my mind since I saw a show of her work in the spring of 2011 at the Edward Thorp Gallery. At the time I was thinking about both contemporary figurative painting and gestural abstraction, and these solidify in Linhares’s work with a rare conviction.