Kenise Barnes Fine Art is please to announce the opening of Another Fine Day. The land, the earth we inhabit has long been a favorite motif for artists. The genre of landscape painting references our humble nomadic roots and our memories of physical experiences. It speaks of the connection to the places we’ve trod – picking up sticks and rocks as mementos of our travels. Landscapes are portraits of a place, a time of day or a bit of our gardens to remember even as they slip away. They are imagined reconfigurations of memory and dreams.
Continuing to focus on the microcosm of his own backyard, Robert Flynn presents us with new portraits of his suburban Florida environment – This time hanging vivid artificial color on vines rendered in velvety charcoal. The work seems to be where botanical drawing and abstract painting collide.
Loren Eiferman lovingly pieces together found wood into graceful towering vessels. Their skeletal structure enclosing nothing but evoking the unseen energy of nature and its limitless potential.
Stephen Grossman continues to explore the penumbra. In this show we are exhibiting three paintings made at Weir Farm in Connecticut. They depict the shadows inside a corncrib defined by the movement of the sun and the season.
David Konigsberg’s ambiguous fantastic paintings are most complete “landscapes” in the show. They are comprised of traditional elements: earth, sky and horizon line. In spite of this his work disorients the viewer - you are in an environment that is vaguely somewhere and nowhere at once.
Wendy Heldmann focuses on the essential elements in landscape. The work describes a singular moment or ambiance – the way part of a tree looks against the sky at a particular time of day. This focus allows the rest of the implied scene to fall away.
Susan Hoeltzel paints gathered bits of memories – vines and weeds long since killed by the frost. These are reanimated with color and drawn with scratchy lines that remind us of garden catalogues and hand written letters. They tug at our memories and stir our thirst for horticulture.