George Jenne, 3 cinematically sculptural installations: a fallen tree fort, a smoldering backyard smoker, and a giant sacred pink closet. Each of Jamie Adams oil paintings is a new, fully realized old filmic moment.
George Jenne
Snipe Hunt
In "Snipe Hunt" George Jenne kills a mockingbird.
The artist, North Carolina born and bred, taunts us with the snippets of an elusive narrative, ducking and twirping through three cinematically-charged sculptural installations: a fallen tree fort, a smoldering backyard smoker, and a giant sacred pink closet. The Southern Gothic twist of Blue Velvet veers sharply left into the Baroque. But the charge of the confederate boy scout in these night woods- hiding in the periphery to observe his community's tidy disfunction- is in the focused authority of pinks, greens and golds; the minimalist's precision of disorienting scales and alignments; and the sure material integrity of a purely conjured world. The mastery of construction is stupendous, the balance of intimacy and alienation, dead-on.
Snipe hunting is a southern hazing ritual. The unsuspecting innocent is all he-haw to kill the bird (that for all practical purposes doesn't exist) until he finds himself abandoned and alone in the middle of nowhere, like a perfect idiot. It is a bad, mean joke repeated through the generations.
But Jenne joins us for this "Snipe Hunt" and offers up a trick of his own, assiduously assembling meaning from the fragments of an elusive remembering.
Opening: Friday, Nov 17, 7-9pm
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Jamie Adams
Jeanie
Jean Seberg starred in "Breathless" and "St. Joan." Her boyishly short trademark hair fit the part, but did little to efface her irrepressible femininity. She embodied a post-war American sexuality of naive jouissance, virtuous but suggestively permissive.
Jamie Adams restages her unabashedly into his American boyhood dream. That little cowboy of Benton-esque flourishes is him, so palpably eager to draw the blossomed vixen, you can hear the whisle blow. He renders all this gee-whiz naughtiness in a virtuoso grisaille of surprising light-infused sensuosity-or rather, through the unblinking crispness of black and white. Each of Jamie Adams masterful oil paintings in his exhibition "Jeanie" is a new, fully realized old filmic moment that ties the artist to his muse in the most engagingly problematic way.
Opening: Friday, Nov 17, 7-9pm
Jack the Pelican
487 Driggs Ave - New York
Hours: Thurs-Mon, 12-6pm