Volume Gallery is a small space in one of the westside gallery buildings that I frequent. It specializes in decorative objects - like the above - which looks a bit too cute and uncomfortable to me. (but then,,, you would never want to see how we decorate ourl living space!)
I'm also not thrilled by these home furnishings that seem to practice the 'uglification" trending in certain corners of the contemporary artworld.
But now, this Brooklyn artist has got my attention - with this conglomeration of glass and paint that reminds me of a muddy, trashy riverbank -- but much more beautiful.
And then there's this set of paintings executed over ink-jet printings of spacious Western landscapes.
His colorful markings are so perfect for the deep, dry canyons that recede behind them.
It's exactly how I feel when visiting such places -- with my gangly, temporary human nonsense silhouetted against the eternity of natural forces.
This work gives me too much delight to be called 'merely' decorative.
It makes me happy to be alive.