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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Read between the LINES

Review: Engaging “Align” at Spruill Gallery draws a multimedia bead on line

by Catherine Fox | Mar 9, 2011

Contrary to retail blandishments, one size never fits all. Yet, Hope Cohn, Spruill Gallery's energetic director, organizes exhibitions that serve the multiple and sometimes competing interests of the community, offering a judicious mix of readily accessible and high-concept work by an equally broad cross-section of artists. “Align: An Exploration into the Artistic Use of Line,” on view through March 19, is a case in point.

High on the accessibility index, Jeffery Merritt’s charming wire animal sculptures exemplify line in space. They bring to mind Alexander Calder’s circus, though the self-taught artist knew nothing about them when he began bending wire. The drawings George Vlosich makes on Etch-A-Sketch screens are not profound, but anyone who’s tried the thing will marvel at his virtuosity. It’s hard to get it do anything but horizontal and vertical; Vlosich not only makes organic line but also shading and subtle detail.

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Friday, October 15, 2010

Today on ArtsCriticATL

Emerging artist Margaret Fletcher finds her way to an impressive debut

by Catherine Fox | Oct 15, 2010

Margaret Fletcher makes an impressive debut at Spruill Gallery. Her elegant drawings and paintings achieve a meditative calm, in part by balancing opposites. Both lush and spare, they read as surface and space, and their effect is allusive and elusive.


Fletcher’s core language, as it were, is press-on letters in a crisp Helvetica script, each smaller than a coffee ground, which she positions in patterns that suggest swarms constellations, maps, microscopic particles.


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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Praise for "Certainty Principle" on ArtsCriticATL.com

Review: Michael David Murphy explores instability of photographic truth in smart solo at Spruill

by Jason Francisco

Sometimes it seems that it could not have been an accident of history that photography and writing fused to form photography’s very name, which conceives of camera-made images as inscriptive illusions made using light, “light writings.”

It isn’t just that so many important photographers have been writers, but that photography as a medium is deeply solicitous of language. What is more natural in response to a picture than to broker it with words — to talk about it, to it, around it, to position and reposition it in terms of “stories” that it exclaims and hints at, prompts and doesn’t quite finish? Is it wrong to say that a photograph is a disquieted form of language, language displaced from grammar and usage, expelled from words so that the surfaces of the world might be made to beckon names and identities, and be reconstituted as sound and the logic of speech?

“Certainty Principle,” Michael David Murphy’s smart new exhibition at Spruill Gallery, offers a droll and philosophically rich meditation on the complications of photographic thinking as the mutual searching of words and pictures.

The show consists of four rooms, three containing photographic works and one with video — each room conceived as an autonomous statement in a larger, dialectical project. The first in Murphy’s suite of inquiries, Spruill’s front gallery contains gridded clusters of untitled, undated pictures all made in public places.

Taking on the guise of an everyman with a camera who appears anywhere and everywhere without explanation, Murphy approaches the commonplace as a field of random connections, or more strictly, random connections that seem ineluctable once made. He is a conceptualist alternately chasing and being chased by his own observational acuity, an artist for whom clear-sightedness is enigmatic. He is deeply concerned with photography as a power to heed.

Many of the photographs in this room deal in Americana and Americanism, intervening by turns gently and archly into culturally unself-conscious events and locations, both high and low. With what seems like remarkably consistent good luck, Murphy throws out vision upon vision of American normality coughing up its contradictions...


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