It would be safe to assume that Spencer Finch is the only artist who can lay claim to having beamed his brainwaves at Rigel, the star at the foot of the constellation Orion. But what makes the Brooklyn-based artist truly noteworthy is that he is at least as interested in technology – from electromagnetic waves to colorimeters, solar panels to fluorescent lights – as he is in using these tools to create art that makes his audiences feel. Indeed, some of the strongest works in My Business, With the Cloud, the artist’s solo show at Washington D.C.’s Corcoran Gallery of Art (up through January 23), do exactly that – and in such a way that blends intelligence, playfulness, and wit with an intense observation of the natural world.
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Spencer Finch, The River That Flows Both Ways, rendering, 2007
Brooklyn-based artist Spencer Finch is a man in search of lost time. Take, for example, his installation West (Sunset in My Motel Room, Monument Valley, January 26, 2007, 5:36-6:06 PM): 9 TVs face a wall, playing films whose composite, haloed reflection reproduces the colors of a sixty-minute sunset viewed from Finch’s hotel room in Monument Valley. Or there’s 2 hours, 2 minutes, 2 seconds (Wind at Walden Pond, March 12, 2007), in which 44 fans recreate the gusts and ebbs of wind over at the eponymous pond on March 12 of the same year. Read More »
Unless you are living under a rock with no Wi-Fi, you may have heard about the long awaited opening of the Chelsea High Line, an elevated park refurbished from an abandoned rail trestle snaking up the lower West Side of Manhattan. Winding from an entrance on Gansevoort and Washington Streets, under the new Standard hotel, over Tenth Avenue, and past some of Chelsea’s most creative architecture, the High Line is a public space worth its weight in hype. Read More »
