Art Letter (1/9/09)
Tonight is theoretically the start of the ĎWinter Art SeasonĒ in Chicago. Yet many galleries donít have openings until next week. And to make tonightís gallery hopping more marginal a lot of the galleries seem to think that the way to address the economic malaise is to present mediocre art.
Just barely down the block is and impressive exhibit at David Weinberg Gallery where staff curator Aaron Ott has put together another nice show of work by local artists Beverly Kedzior, Stephanie Serpick, Tricia Rumbolz. Both Edelman and Weinberg are thoroughly professional galleries that work with the artists and seek to move them along in their careers, as opposed to galleries that merely present exhibitions. The show at Weinberg is titled Overlap and features artists whose work does just that.
One of my favorite artists, Vera Klement, has an exhibition at Printworks. The show includes newer and older works on paper and the contrast between them is interesting and informative. Klementís art often exists in visual stanzas, themes fragmented to add an ambiguity that asks us to engage and complete the content. Sheís a keeper.
Over in the West Loop is a well-conceived group show at Western Exhibitions about sky references. Scott Speh, the galleryís director curated this show. It has been gratifying to watch Scott grow over the years, from the off-the-beaten path spaces he used to occupy to the more prime-time space he has now. Furthermore the loyalty he and his artists have had for one another pays off as our response is enhanced by greater familiarity with their vocabulary. I suspect weíre going to be paying attention to Scott Speh for many years to come. I was surprised by the strength of the show. Too often group exhibits fall somewhere near the lowest common dominator, but here all the work is strong and some of it unexpected, particularly Michelle Grabnerís flocked corner piece; simple and beautiful. Stan Shellabarger also contributes work that was new to me that continues his exploration of marks made by humans. It is not a big show but itís a good one. And in the 2nd gallery is an installation by Pedro Velez. A powerful contrast. Iím glad to see Pedro back in Chicago after a 5 year hiatus in Puerto Rica. We benefit by having artists of his caliber, strength and insight here.
There are a lot of excellent apartment galleries in Chicago; a phenomenon that is fairly unique to our city. Many only last a year or two, which is often their intent and some just keep growing until they are like Western Exhibitions. Caroline Picard is one of those extremely talented individuals who has shaped much of the alternative art scene here. She is smart and savvy and her gallery, Green Lantern has consistently presented slightly aberrant thought-provoking shows. This one, which opens Saturday, is no exception. Itís a small group exhibit of works in tactile mediums documenting various approaches to illness in our society by an array of artists whose work often borders on the whimsical All good, I particularly like Clare Brittís work
Jim Lutesí fine exhibit opened last weekend at the Renaissance Society. I like his work, feel fairly familiar with it and enjoyed seeing some familiar paintings, pieces Iíve forgotten and work that was new to me. Jim works most in the painstakingly slow process of egg tempera. The work takes a long time to complete. Paintings are not made haphazardly. By definition they they are made through contemplation and are best unraveled by a slow looking, conscientious consideration.
Going to Chicagoís fine art galleries doesnít cost a thing. And if you go to the openings you get free wine. Letís see: new experiences. nice people, warm environment, free culture, a glass of free wine and you might fall in love. What could be better?
And, as I said in the cover letter, Iím participating in a panel at the Renaissance Society on Sunday at 2 PM, talking about whether here is such a thing as a Chicago artist anymore. Look at the participants. Some of them I believe have opinions different than mine. Could just be volatile.