I loved this show. Please go see it at Michael Steinberg Fine Art. It was a fun and crowded opening, a testament to Medrie's wonderfulness. I have to go back to see it again with less people in order to have a coherent thought about it. They are very DiChirico, very Tanguy, there is a desert-like loneliness to them but the bright palette and warped biomorphic playfulness make them feel simultaneously buoyant and alive. I said a version of this already on Corny's blog, but felt the need to repeat self here.
Go Medrie! You are very loved.
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I could look at that shrouded, bandaged head form on the right all day.
YES to the re-visit. That opening was too crowded for contemplative art-looking.
Not to complain. The entire evening was a blast...
That chick in "Eyes Without a Face" thought she had problems...
Is the head without a face playing golf? That's cool, there hasn't been a good sports painter since leroy neiman
UF has made some golf course paintings. Who else? Someone must have. The golf green and the tennis court are so photogenic, they must be in a painting somewhere. Let's ruminate.
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