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.
Barbara Friedman Studio Visit & Gallery Exhibitions
2025.5.7
Soon
after her two recent NYC shows came down, I was lucky to visit the studio of
Barbara Friedman --lucky because not only was I able to see Barbara’s current
paintings in the space they were created, but also her earlier work, so
different from what she does now, but still suggesting what was to come. At Pace University’s Gallery, quite a few of
Barbara’s large, 80x67-inch paintings were hanging, and at Frosh & Co Gallery,
smaller but equally potent paintings were on view. In these paintings, Barbara blurs the line
between abstraction and representation, with abstract shapes of gorgeous, often
unusual color harmonies and textures created by the chance effects of thinned oil
paint poured and splattered across the canvas, and representational, deliberately
drawn details of mainly animal heads, feet, etc. coaxed out of the shadows of painted
clouds, much as the man-in-the-moon emerges from craters. But the early work suggests much more is
going on with her current art than the simple cleverness at finding hidden
images in beautiful color-field abstract shapes. Barbara’s earliest paintings on view in her
home are dexterously drawn and quite figurative, though disconcerting in their
spatial and scale dislocations and questionable logic between elements. As the
years progress, these tightly rendered paintings give way to ones where the figuration
is obscured with long smudges made by a kind of squeegee dragged across the
surface, a technique that anticipates the contrasts between drawn reality and poured
paint seen today. In other words, perhaps
her current work reflects a sense of dislocation, irreverence, finding
humor within the serious, the disjuncture between her love of animals and their
threatened extinctions, or the absurdity of contemporary life. Friedman’s paintings have an elegance that
grows from her deft handling of paint and the surfaces she creates, but
drawings of her mother, made with walnut ink and resist on vellum during her mom’s
last days, show just how deeply emotional and empathic Barbara can be as well.