The Domesticity of Art—Three Post-Jonas Art Things To Do

Liz Koury, Al Freeman, Zachary Fischman, Douglas Turner the Architecture of Tomorrow Art journalist Art Critic

People tend to exude a greater sense of self-confidence when they feel comfortable in their own skin. For the majority of us, there is no greater comfort than what we associate with home.

Cover Photo: Image of Al Freeman’s “Floccinaucinihiliplifications” installation at Liz Koury and Zachary Fischman’s 236 East 89th Street, Apartment 4A

Fresh for winter I’m suggesting a few home-like remedies, beginning with Ellie Rine’s new space, 56 Henry. Yes we all know, 55 Gansevoort got the unexpected boot by a high-end doorknob and toilet handle outfit, cashing in on people’s lust for aesthetics and the money to fund their fetishes. Meanwhile, the art market dwindles. Oh well, capitalism is so fickle these days. Didn’t we know Ellie would land on her feet in a Wonder Woman pose?

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Ellie Rines 56 Henry

Hundreds of ceramic beads gathered in bowls hum like a freshly picked bounty from the garden of your dreams of the Universe. It’s that sweet feeling when things are organized neatly, and brazen with a full spectrum of color from your harvest. This was Polly Applebaum’s show which closed on the 24th.

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Polly Applebaum at 56 Henry

A young guy was installing a door for Ellie on my visit, he did so with a smile on his face and determination to succeed. It turns out this was Wade Oates, the next to show at 56 Henry. Artists root for Ellie, I suppose this is because she treats them so well and works around the clock to their benefit. Expect something cool and perishable with Oates Saturday, February 6th. (I know, Feb 6th is actually post-Jonas slush, but people seem to click on “act now” story titles.)

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Wade Oates, making things at 56 Henry

Moving to Salon 94, on the 21st Betty Goodman opened to the public eye a view of her new series of wall-based works. A warped sense of domesticity abounds S94’s subterranean white box, a challenge to your perception of perceiving.

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Betty Woodman at Salon 94

Three-dimensional works use canvas, wood, paint and ceramics. Her work is the process of getting comfortable with new ideas and the experimentation that comes along with—a life-long pursuit for the artist born in 1930. Painted tables jut out from the canvas, smoothly transferring the viewer from canvas to object. Patterns, the hand of the artist, color and light all portray the comfort of home with playfulness. Through February 21, you can view Breakfast at the Seashore Lunch in Antella at Salon 94.

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Woodman’s Assistant and artist Ryan Brady

Lastly, and with a sense of urgency is the return of Liz Koury! Busy raising a team of lovely teens and art dealing, she’s looking forward to activating spaces once again. Teaming up with young curator of Wesleyan ilk, Zachary Fischman, the duo are presenting the work of Al Freeman. On view at 236 East 89th Street, Apartment 4A is ”Al Freeman ‘Jeff Koons’ F. Ortelio.” 

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Al Freeman

Al Freeman’s oil stick drawings and texts scrawled on paper, “Floccinaucinihiliplifications”, capture the saucy-ness of youth or unchecked reactions regardless of age. The work is paired with a looping audio with the narrator using words from Freeman’s text. And then there’s the Koon’s piece, “New! New Too!” (1985), “an advertisement for Smirnoff’s line of canned mixed-drinks, called “The Club.” If Smirnoff brought this back, they’d have the market cornered. The show is only on view for two days, today (1/26) being the last day from noon until 8pm, last night they were there ’til midnight.