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Studio Visit: Henry Samelson

Over the weekend I stopped by Henry Samelson's studio in Greenpoint.
Henry makes street smart abstractions that have their roots in a gritty formalism. The paintings are aggressive and tense but the many layers of paint never  overpower the works' intellectual underpinnings.
On June 25th Samelson's work can be seen in the group exhibition Shakedown @ Dodge Gallery. Opening Reception: June 25, 6-8 PM.
The show will run until July 30 at 15 Rivington Street New, York, NY.
Follow the links for more information on Samelson's work and upcoming exhibits.






























Comments

love, love, love these--the smaller ones are especially strong!
wow I LOVE the third one down from the top. Amazing!
Nomi Lubin said…
Yes, third one down is wonderful.

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