Brio Trio – Delicious Food for Thought
By Tom Wachunas
“Every line is the actual experience with its own unique story… The
line is the feeling, from a soft thing, a dreamy thing, to something hard,
something arid, something lonely, something ending, something beginning. – Cy Twombly
“All our interior world is reality, and that,
perhaps, more so than our apparent world.”
- Marc Chagall
“Reality only reveals itself when it is
illuminated by a ray of poetry.” -
Georges Braque
EXHIBIT: BRIO TRIO – works by Sherri
Hornbrook, Eleanor Dillon Kuder, and
Ariana Parry / at GALLERY 6000, Conference Center Dining Room, Kent State
University At Stark, 6000 Frank Avenue NW, North Canton, Ohio EXHIBIT RUNS THROUGH NOVEMBER 10, 2017
---SAVE THE DATE !! ----
OPENING RECEPTION on Wed., September 27, 5:30 – 7:30 P.M.
PLEASE RSVP to Aleksandar Grahovac: agrahov1@kent.edu
OK so it’s a dining
room, not a real art gallery. It’s not the most optimal of environs for serious,
concentrated looking at something other than the food and drink on your table. There
are lots of visual distractions and obstacles to contend with. As curator of
Gallery 6000 since 2008, I’ve often seen my role as equal parts local art
presenter and interior decorator. Still, I also enjoy a fantasy role of a Twilight
Zone maître d', singing his praises of the excellent menu to curious diners.
Food for the mind is good for the heart. “Today’s chef’s special,” I eagerly
intone to my imaginary guests, “is une
casserole délicieuse !” Let them eat
art, I always say.
I have observed for
several years how each of the three artists in this exhibit has honed a
distinctly personal and intriguing brand of mark-making. Given the diversity of
their pictorial styles, in distributing their works along the walls I wanted to
preserve and spotlight their individuality and at the same time give the whole
space a unified heartbeat. Granted, I’m a biased observer. Nevertheless, I
think the air in the room crackles with palpable brio.
Sherri Hornbrook calls her acrylic paintings
of idiosyncratic shapes and patterns suspended in soft, spectral color fields
collectively “a ray or speck of what’s in my head, intuitively gathered…” What’s in her head might be snippets of
remembered conversations, textures of objects, impressions of places, or
ephemeral moods. What we see in turn is metaphorical in nature, as if those
conversations have been edited down to fascinating abstractions - simple phrases
or even single words, so to speak, interspersed with diacritical marks that
float in misty space.
Ariana Parry has
written that her intimately-scaled graphite drawings are “…metaphysical
visualizations inspired by my own meditative practice and relationship with the
divine.” Despite the airy simplicity and sheer thinness of these elegantly
measured linear configurations, and for all of that unoccupied white space of
the picture plane wherein they hover - as if slowly turning or unfolding- there
is nevertheless an uncanny implication of something objectively vast, something
of immeasurable depth. There’s nothing empty or shallow here after all. You
could call it the geometry or architecture of infinity.
Painter Eleanor Dillon Kuder says of her boldly
colored figurative and organic forms, “I believe in possibilities beyond our
realities. It is like the scent of lilacs amidst the chaos.” Possibilities beyond our realities…allegories,
fantasies, dreamscapes. Her images are
loaded with infectious exuberance, and the emotive potency of her palette
reminds me at times of Matisse and Chagall on steroids. Her paintings in this
context are like a robust marinade for an already zesty entrée.
Here then, three
divergent styles converge on one space. Together they make for a memorably
hearty aesthetic feast, simmering in the exhilarating aromas of the mystical
and poetic.
So please join me
for the artists’ reception on September 27. Bon appétit !
PHOTOS, from top: Vision, by Sherri Hornbrook; Seclusion, by Sherri Hornbrook; Essentials, by Ariana Parry; Contained, by Ariana Parry; Cut From the Fold, by Eleanor Dillon
Kuder; Mine, by Eleanor Dillon Kuder
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