The title Entropvisions is in homage to my mother, the poet and art critic, Harriet Zinnes. In 1990 New Directions published a collection of her poems titled Entropisms, a word she made-up combining entropy - the tendency toward disorder - and tropism - the growth towards or away from a stimulus. Similarly, my short reviews combine entropy and tropism by suggesting growth towards a vision of art from the chaos of the art world. Through the back door, my title also pays homage to my physicist father, Irving Zinnes, whose long discussions with my mom got her thinking about entropy and tropism in the first place.
Bascha Mon at Tappeto Volante Projects
2024.9.28
Retrospectives
are always special events, but the retrospective of Bascha Mon (born,
1932) at Tappeto Volante Projects (TVP) through Oct. 20, is particularly
special. Though an active presence on social media, Bascha has not
shown her work in NYC for decades, and her last solo show was 40 years
ago. We are so lucky that this neglect is now being remedied, as Bascha
Mon is an artist the world should know about. The show begins with a
1968-69 painting apparently influenced by Kandinsky
but already displaying Mon’s sensitive and rhythmic use of color, and
then rushes to 1978-81 with large breathy canvases of glowing,
atmospheric color that transcend space and time, reflecting nostalgic,
amorphous, and imaginary memories, such as those Mon created from
descriptions by her parents of their textile store, or the scarfs her
mom wore. The front room includes more recent work, made between
1999-present, with multi-canvases of one large central panel accompanied
by numerous smaller ones, all with emotional bursts of color,
contrasting textures and forms. Also in this room are otherworldly oils
of evocative and soulful stories, and the smaller vibrant abstract
gouaches that the artist is now making. The decade gap between the two
rooms is when Bascha was sculpting, printmaking, and experimenting in all
kinds of ways. In fact, experimentation is fundamental to Mon’s
process. Mon had a complex life of numerous physical and logistical
hardships, but rather than succumb to these obstacles, she used them as
vehicles to jump to new places, new media, new themes. She shifted from
childhood memories, to political and social events, to inner mental
states, from oil painting to sculpture, printmaking, encaustics,
collage, back to oils, and now gouache. But throughout, always are
suggestions of real-life narratives, glorious color, a hint of her love
of French and German literature and the composer Messiaen, and an urgent
sense of authenticity and dedication to art.