First things first: People of SoHo —learn how to walk in public.
Bulling through grazing throngs of Sex in the City wannabes is no way to get to an art show. Frustration by fashionistas unfurls a special sort wrath towards Ralph Bakshi’s exhibit at the Animazing Gallery.
I’m a great admirer of Bakshi’s work. I like his films, I like his style. His art in this collection, though, misses the boat.
Right down the street at the William Bennett Gallery is an exhibition of Miro prints.
These, too, lose something. Miro’s work vibrates with energy (including his found object collages -maybe the earlier part of this century was kinder to the medium, maybe it only succeeds as nostalgia).
Much of this energy gets lost in the prints.
A few prints stand out. These all have the artist’s hand visible. In one series of lithographs he scribbles in lines in graphic. These are immediately electric. In another he uses a sort of stencil technique called “pochoir“.
With his singular design and color, Miro seems like an ideal printmaker. Ralph Bakshi’s visceral connection to a bygone metropolis seems like a perfect starting point for nonobjective painting. Neither live up to expectations.