I’d been looking forward to visiting Erika Ranee’s Bushwick studio for quite a while before finally doing so a few days ago, just a couple weeks after the closing of her solo show at LMAKgallery, Gasoline Rainbows. Erika showed me a few older pieces and some transitional work before we started discussing a number [READ ►]
Tom Butter and I recently took a little post-pedagogical field trip from Parsons to Tribeca to visit Bo Berkman’s studio. It so happened that the building I was teaching in that day—just as I was wrapping up my class, and therefore just as I was getting ready to meet Tom—was being evacuated for some [READ ►]
I visited Rosalind Tallmadge in her studio, currently located in Ridgewood, just days before she’d be packing up and shipping off a suite of new paintings to Detroit, Michigan, for her forthcoming solo show, Nocturnes, at David Klein Gallery. Rosalind had ten or so recent works to show me—abstract interventions on stretched silk or [READ ►]
A couple days ago I visited Brett Wallace in his East Williamsburg studio situated in a recently converted minor factory of sorts down the block from ex-3rd Ward. The door to Brett’s chunk of space within this structure is the last on the right down a long hallway of one studio door after another, [READ ►]
I recently had the pleasure of visiting Rico Gatson’s Bushwick studio as he prepares works for his forthcoming solo show at Samsøn Gallery in Boston, Massachusetts. It will open this June. While looking and at and making installation-related associations among the artist’s boldly marked, abundantly bright, curiously meta-dimensional, and politically suggestive yet not overtly [READ ►]
Lars Kremer’s basement studio situated near Bushwick’s western border would be brimming all over with quirkily brilliant bodies of work even if its ceilings weren’t quite so low. When I last visited we chatted about obscure arachnids, symmetries and grids, controls and loosenings thereof, verbal pathways unto imagery, comically recraftable chairs, anthropo-ergonomic balloonery, and [READ ►]
I recently paid a visit to Bill Schuck’s studio, a crypt-like lair of curiosity tucked deep into the guts of uppermost Greenpoint. Schuck’s geologically informed, scientifically conceived, empirically iterative, and both temporally determined and grounded works involve meticulously calibrated machinery, gradual drips and capillary seepings of an array of inks, a range of mostly [READ ►]
Elisa Jensen’s studio is in one of my favorite nether reaches of north Brooklyn, up where the grid of streets suturing outerlying threads of Greenpoint and Maspeth, Queens—and with a bit of extension, certain chunks of East Williamsburg—is still almost entirely industrial, and thus still heavily trafficked enough by hefty trucks snaking along to [READ ►]
Compositional counterbalancings and directional recalibrations have played significant transitional roles in the arc of Jeffrey Bishop’s career as an artist. I got a broad glimpse of all such consistency and flux when I visited him in his Fort Greene studio, where our conversation about his work led us also to converse about scientific minds, [READ ►]
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 ►]
