On view at the artist’s solo exhibition, opening Thursday, November 17, 2011 at Pierogi, 177 North 9th Street, between Bedford and Driggs avenues, Brooklyn, 718.599.2144. Exhibition runs until December 23.
David Brody generates painterly webs of involved, accumulating glyphs that have the energy of algorithmic patterns and yet are entirely intuitive and improvisatory. His somewhat Sci Fi imagery juggles long and close views, teasing contrastive associations in which opposite extremes of scale seem possible: we might be looking at a dense cellular structure, a rusty machine, or the panorama of a futuristic but at the same time decaying city. He is an artist of obsessive intensity, working with closely hatched mark making procedures characteristic of the Williamsburg milieu (and Pierogi stable) to which he belongs. In Brody’s aesthetic, however, the quirks of handwriting are offset by sublime sensations of space. His is a fusion of grandeur and doubt to recall Cézanne. DAVID COHEN
David Brody, Rubble of its Own Debris (11), 2011. Oil on linen, 50 x 60 inches. Courtesy of Pierogi 2000
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