Syracuse Art Exhibitions

I had a chance to see two art exhibitions in Syracuse recently. The first is “What If I Try This?”: Helen Frankenthaler in the 20th-Century Print Ecosystem, which is on view until Dec. 9 at the Syracuse University Art Museum.

According to the museum’s website, the exhibition “explores how Helen Frankenthaler, the noted 20th-century abstract artist, collaborated with printmakers in print studios and workshops throughout her long career.”

Personally, I was more interested in Frankenthaler as an artist than in her connection to printmakers and the printmaking process. My SU marketing colleague Jay Cox wrote an excellent long-form piece about her that’s worth checking out.

I have a routine when I view art exhibitions. I like to see the work in stages. First, I go through the whole exhibition from start to finish, looking at every piece and reading all of the wall text. I’ll usually take a few photos with my phone and then step back to get a wide-angle view of the works on display in one of the big rooms. Then I pick out my favorite works and view them again, this time lingering on the pieces that move me the most.

Here are some images from the Frankenthaler exhibit that caught my eye.

Monotype XI, 1991 by Helen Frankenthaler

Monoprint VII, 1987 by Helen Frankenthaler

Untitled, 1979 by Helen Frankenthaler

The museum also displayed many works from its permanent collection. And these works captured my attention.

[Reclining woman] by Man Ray (1913)

Figure Composition, 1959 by Roland Dorcely

Untitled by Louisa Chase (1988)

New Year’s Eve on Broadway by George L. K. Morris (1945)

Circuit of Space, 1957 by Irene Rice Pereira

Boy with Orange Aura, 2021 by Patrick Quarm

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The second art exhibition I attended was Love Story: Legacy Works by Path Soong + Jeff Gordon, which is on view until early January at art haus SYR, located at 120 Walton Street. The exhibition was curated by Marianna Ranieri-Schwarzer (who is a warm and vivacious presence in the Syracuse art community).

Here is some information about the artists, from the art haus website:

Jeff Gordon, an artist and audio producer, was a New York City-based creative who worked on projects like the Andy Warhol-themed exhibition Fifteen Minutes with his wife, conceptual artist Path Soong. The late artist was also known for creating art and music that explored audio and visual elements.”

Path Soong was a Korean-born artist known for her large-scale, meditative abstract paintings, as well as her conceptual artworks, prints, and collaborations. Her work, which often features spare, linear gestures, evokes celestial and natural themes and is noted for its spiritual and minimalist quality.”

I attended a reception yesterday and took a few photos with my old iPhone 8:

Paths that Cross by Patti Smith with paintings by Path Soong

Untitled 11 by Path Soong

Untitled 4 (polyptych) by Path Soong

Chaos 1 by Path Soong

I encourage anyone in the CNY area to check out art haus. It’s a really cool space, and Marianna and her partner, Michael Schwarzer, who is a co-founder of art haus, are very friendly and enjoy talking about art.

I found out about them when I saw some of Michael’s artwork in a downtown window display in 2023. I really dig his style—abstract images with bold colors and big text. You can see some of his work here.

I think he created this bench piece using a pseudonym.

Find Your Truth Bench by Not Miscellaneous

 

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Man Inside Nighthawks: A Flash Fiction Story

Here’s a flash fiction story inspired by the Edward Hopper painting Nighthawks.

I assume I was nothing before I found myself sitting here, staring straight ahead. But I don’t know for sure.

This is what I do know: I can’t move my head. I can’t smoke the cigarette pressed between the fingers of my right hand or drink the cup of coffee resting on top of the counter. I can’t touch the woman seated next to me or talk to the other two men.

This is my life. Suspended in warm, yellow light. Unable to move, locked in a soundless existence—no water running, fan whirring or grill sizzling. No sirens or street sounds beyond the glass.

Time drags on with no discernible shift—no transition to morning. Here night never ends.

Yet my mind still works. In fact, it never stops; I’m cursed with thoughts that run continuously.

I wonder: Why am I here? And where exactly is here? What purpose do I serve? Why put me next to these people and not give me an opportunity to interact with them?

Do I have a past? Did I exist before I became frozen in this moment—captured and imprisoned for eternity?

As you can see, I have nothing but questions that yield no answers. If only I could talk to the other people. If only I could pry open my lips and make a sound. Then maybe we could communicate. Maybe we could figure out our reason for being here. Then I could scream for help. But who would hear my voice and who would come to our aid?

If only I could stand up and walk around, stretch my legs and peek outside the window.

But then I would upset the balance of the composition. And so I will stay in place. Funny, right? I don’t have a choice. I can’t move even if I wanted to. So I’ll be here any time you feel like looking at me.

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