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Tom Evans @ Sideshow Gallery




These images could only have been made by a painter. 
It's extremely difficult to describe in words something people have not already seen.
-Tom Evans


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The paintings currently on view at Sideshow, Tom Evans: 1981, are paintings that were originally shown at the New Museum in 1982. That exhibition, titled New Work New York was curated by Marcia Tucker, Ned Rifkin and Lynn Gumpert.

The vibrant, slithering "monsters" depicted are a far cry from Evans' abstract body of work, even to the thickness of the paint. But both, styles and subjects, share undulating forms, wild color combinations and a masterful application of paint that is rewarding in it's intensity.


Sleuths, 1981, oil on canvas, 66x88in.

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Thrust, 1981, oil on canvas, 60x72in.

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Antaeus always wins. 
The idea that gravity will prevail is inevitable . . .
Only in our dreams and myths can we overturn this.
-Tom Evans






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Tom Evans: 1981
September 7 - October 6, 2013
319 Bedford Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11211




*Quotes used above are taken from Ned Rifkin's essay that accompanied the exhibition New Work New York: [exhibition of the works of] Tom Butter, Tom Evans, John Fekner, Judith Hudson, Peter Jilian, and Cheryl Laemmle. exhibited at the New Museum, 1982.




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