I did a studio visit with Jennifer Coates a few weeks ago. I was knocked out loaded as soon as I walked through the door, and I was only looking at the drawings. Yeah, man. Trouble ahead, but in the best of ways.
Some of the paintings practically writhe their way off the canvas. It's like they're breaking out of their own skin. And the drawings. Oh, my. The drawings are doing the same thing but in the opposite direction, moving back into the paper. No matter the direction of the movement, all the works burrowed their way into me.
And here's some excellent news. A couple days after my studio visit Coates learned that she was going to have a show at Feigen Contemporary, one of my favorite galleries, opening on May 11. Write it down and file it under B, y'all . . . for Biomorphic ass-kicking.
Black Plapsy Layer
Click on the pics for some serious damage.