I had a great time with the ever-affable excavator of exit signs, Bob Seng, in his Williamsburg studio on a recent afternoon, at which time he showed me a couple walls brimming with more or less new pieces while we chatted about egresses, extremes, earthquakes and eventualities. We also talked about lettuce. And peaches. [READ ►]
A fortunate person indeed is one who has the chance to visit Tom Butter’s magnificent Bushwick studio—in which ‘magnificent’ pertains to size, constituent objects and resident artist alike. Tom’s brilliant kinetic sculptures and zestfully gestural paintings got us talking quite a lot about turbine motion, formal unquestionabilities, centripetal and centrifugal forces, compositional foci and simplicities, [READ ►]
There’s not a Borges story in which an artist who uses various forms of variably manipulable packing materials to create his works begins, over time, to amass enough works and works-in-progress in his studio that he finds himself veritably packed into their midst, as if he were a sort of fragile product whose safe [READ ►]
When I visited David Henderson in his Williamsburg studio, our topics of conversation drifted and rippled, quite fittingly, from disturbances within interference patterns to patterns both established and disturbed by differential amplitudes, and from marginally sealed fragmentations to the potential for topographical prints. We also chatted about motorcycle pistons vanishing, inexplicably, into oblivion, and about [READ ►]
