(Colette Copeland’s art criticism writing class at the University of Pennsylvania went to November’s First Friday in Old City. Here’s what some of them had to say:)
Mouse tales at Carbon 14
The gallery gave off a chill, come-in-and-check-this-out sort of vibe. The artist and a bunch of his friends were sitting around outside the steps of the gallery and inside on a couch, just talking to the crowd. This created a very open, relaxed atmosphere which allowed the viewers to go over and interact with the mice, picking them up, laughing and pointing among themselves about how cute and silly these little
animals were.
Perhaps Bergen was noting here how displayed and watched our commercial lives are, living in plain view of everyone. Here, the lifestyles of the mice are the same as our own – we run around our apartments with our cluttered furniture and recorded lives – from security cameras to cell phone conversations, everything we do is taped. And here, people were amused at how displayed and silly the behavior of the mice was even though we live the same way. Through Nov. 30th. Carbon 14 Gallery, 123 N. 3rd St. Call for gallery hours, 215-923-2352.
–Post by Anastasia Kouriatova
This year’s print invitational
The show runs to Nov. 26. Silicon Gallery, 390 N 3rd St.
–Post by Kate Long
At home in the city
Water on the move
I am not typically attracted to traditional subject matter, and in photography, water is as traditional as they come. What keeps Sockloff’s work from falling into the cliché trap is totality: he isn’t just photographing water; he’s studying every aspect of it. Classic, not cliché, is the best way to describe his pieces.
He explained to me that he wanted to capture the patterns that the movement of water creates – something that freeze-frame photographs miss out on. He is fascinated by water as “the most basic element we have”.
Close-up views, like ‘Tohickon Creek #47’ (2002) capture the abstractions and graceful patterns created by flowing water as it interacts with solid masses. ‘Acadia
N.P. #14’ (2003) looks at the more forceful side of this interaction, as a wave is caught just as it violently crashes against a rock. Sockloff also captures the beauty of still water as it reflects light, such as in ‘Ralph Stover S.P. #09’ (1994) where the vivid reflections of trees are caught in one static moment on film.
Sockloff has an obvious appreciation for the untouched elegance that is so often overlooked in nature. There’s no denying the feel-good power of art that reminds us that some of the most beautiful things are right in front of our eyes. Show runs until Nov. 27. Muse Gallery, 60 N. 2nd St., 215-627-5310, Wed.-Sun. 12-5 p.m.
–post by Gabi Matouk
Conflict and industry
Then, I heard someone explaining to a lady that it was all part of the installation. As I stepped around the ‘trash’ on the floor I began to notice the images on canvas [on the wall]—images of old black and white maps torn away at the bottom and then juxtaposed with a bright red wallpaper-like pattern. The canvases were large and hanging by a metal pole..
The industrial theme of the exhibition continued as I walked downstairs—this theme provided somewhat of an explanation.
The voice of the artist, Blazo Kovacevic, resonated from his artwork as all his work seemed to have one theme and one concern—industrial progress and social conflict. Even as his medium changes—from acrylic on canvas to glass tables—the black and white antique maps were still Kovacevic’s main concern. Through these maps he explores conflict by confronting “contradicting visual elements.” The old is displayed among the new; delicate drawings of lighthouses are displayed with a harsh red paint with a modern flair; art is formed into a useful table.
People were enjoying the opening of this exhibition as it offered plenty to think about. The messy construction-look of the gallery suggested that Kovacevic intended his works not to cease when the canvas ceased. As I exited the gallery I noticed a woman reach for a piece of paper sticking out of a wood circular shelf, and as her hand touched the paper I heard a voice stop her, explaining that the paper was part of the installation. This just reaffirmed my confusion of boundaries—where does the art start, and where does it stop?