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Press Release

Ellen Berkenblit
May 25 –
July 6, 2017

In her sixth solo show at Anton Kern Gallery, New York-based painter Ellen Berkenblit presents a new body of work that connects her love of textiles to her painting practice. The artist’s clever placement of works across the two gallery spaces creates rhythm and drama throughout the exhibition, while still eschewing narrative. This new work bears the fluidity and confidence of a seasoned artist doing what comes naturally.


Time stands still in her quiet portraits of horses set against a black abyss. Suspense builds as nail-polished fingers prepare to pluck a single flower. The compositions reach a fever pitch as unruly girls stir up mischief with electric blue and green stripes. Having worked on these paintings simultaneously in her studio, one can see echoes of colors, lines, and curves that repeat, forming a signature that carries across the show. This powerfully feminine group of paintings create a mood that alternates between reflection and revelry.


Among her large-scale canvases, the artist introduces paintings on calico, a floral patterned cotton textile that is a personally resonant yet commonplace material, which she discovered handles paint in a unique way. Berkenblit starts with pieces of calico, sewing one to the next in rectilinear swaths to create an improvised fabric ‘drawing’, which is backed with canvas and stretched onto stretchers. She then maps lines through spontaneous calligraphic gestures of her brush. Ecstatic colors gain form through the use of black, which alternately masks, defines, and amplifies shapes. There is a constant back and forth between calico and paint throughout the process; shifting surface textures and stitching interrupts brushstrokes, adding an element of unpredictability.


The artist does not approach a canvas knowing what the final result will be. She arrives at the finished work through a series of Freudian slips and visual plays that are mysterious even to herself. A birdcage becomes an umbrella, perpendicular lines hint at letters, a clock is buried under black paint. Elements plotted early on are unsentimentally scraped away in order to achieve the gut satisfaction when the puzzle fits together. Her unconscious vocabulary of images evolves as she responds from one gesture to the next.

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