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Diana Copperwhite @ 532 Gallery Thomas Jaeckel

Loose Ends, 2013, oil on canvas, 72x92in.

Painters, Karen Baumeister and James Erikson take in the exhibit, Loose Ends, on view until October 19th.






“Whose afraid of Red, Yellow and Blue” asked Barnett Newman in the sixties amid the era’s monikers of post-painterly abstraction and colour field painting.  His answer, and indeed the answers of his compatriots at the time, seem to us now as stately as they are staid.   They sit comfortably into the art historical narrative -the progressive imperative of Modernism.  The paintings of Diana Copperwhite deliver us back into the maelstrom of colour resurrecting the fear that such charged tints and hues can conjure. Copperwhite’s colours misbehave, taunting and mocking our narrow appreciation of their emotional potential."

-Patrick T. Murphy, Director of Royal Hibernian Academy Dublin.
Former Director of the Institute of Contemporary Art, at the University of Pennsylvania.





Vortex, 2013, oil on canvas, 12x10in.

Minotaur, 2013, oil on canvas, 14x18in.

Chameleon Camouflage, 2013, oil on canvas, 94x72in.




Diana Copperwhite: Loose Ends
Through October 19, 2013
532 W 25th Street
New York, NY 10001


*all paintings © Diana Copperwhite
installation photos by Paul Behnke


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These are wonderful paintings! Thank you so much for posting.

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