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Galerie Cerulean Presents
Claire Seidl Black and White
September 1st to October 17 |
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Claire Seidl has been making black and white photographs for about 10 years while also continuing to create magnificent abstract paintings. These mediums and their inherent subject matter might seem irreconcilably different but in her capable hands some interesting corollaries appear. Most notable is the rather abstract and painterly quality of the photographs. There are recognizable figures in these pictures but what’s more important is how they function quite simply as abstract elements. In this sense Claire turns the notion of photography, as a particular medium of composition, on its head by approaching it like painting.
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Galerie Cerulean, is an online exhibition space sponsored by Abstract Art Online with an emphasis on a wide array of and an open definition for abstract art.
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Galerie Exhibition Schedule |
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Farrell Brickhouse
October 20 -
December 5 2008
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Joe Walentini
December 8 2008 -
January 23 2009 |
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Emily Berger
January 16 -
March 13 2009
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Ravenna Taylor
March 16 -
May 1 2009
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Marianne Van Lent
May 4 -
June 19 2009
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Janet Shapiro
June 22 -
August 7 2009 |
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From John the Baptist to Robert Frost Oh it’s a long forlorn haul from ‘two roads diverged in a yellow wood’ to this lone voice ‘crying out in the wilderness’. Bob Frost had it right that ‘… and choosing the other [road] just as fair, for it was grassy and wanted wear’ has made all the difference. But knowing this hasn’t made the trip any easier. And unlike John the B., I’m not a wildman covered in skins, wandering through the wastelands, eating wild locusts and honey while proclaiming the word of the Lord. My declarations are more humble, sensual and of this earth. There I am - that guy over on the service road with the bicycle yelling at all of you in the cars rushing down the freeway. In my small way I’m telling you that you’re hurtling yourselves toward cultural hell like the last shit-stream curlicue fling down the old toilet. I holler my alternative message, competing with the thunder of your traffic but few of you give listen. Some shout back insults, notable only for their lack of originality, but rarely does anyone stop (something I’ve become accustomed to). Yet all I want is for you to stop and look. |
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Essay continues ... |
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