Lee Klein

The current oeuvre of Fernando Pomalaza, a Peruvian-born, New York City based artist (who for many years showed at the Marunouchi Gallery in SoHo) presents to the viewer a complex interplay of textures and forms. His canvas, “Escaping the Pandemic,” showcases a deliberate application of bulbous, lugubrious black paint, evoking mandala-like wheels of incarnation. The […]

New York City painter Roberto Azank always surprises. Having been called the “chromatic Mozart,” as he can and has harmonized the seemingly most incongruent hues at the pictorial horizon line, he now turns to abstraction to paint waves of chroma, firstly sampling his own still life and pastoral scenes of lotus flowers upon lily pads

The rolling hills and mountains of Southern California, the biosphere, the range of climates from desert to snow covered peaks roamed by mountain goats in one cable car ride the soaring mountains over the sea, the vertigo of a place prone to earthquakes, fire, floods, mudslides, a virtual sim city in real time, life on

Peter Frampton made a splash in New York, first appearing at the ninth annual star-studded benefit concert for God’s Love We Deliver at the Beacon Theater. He shared the stage with iconic performers like Cher, Beck, Alicia Keys, and many others. Frampton then on Saturday March 8th in somewhat  of a surprise appearance at the

522 West 21st Street March 5 – April 15 by Lee Klein The only thing that the wealthy off-the-charts eccentric Venetian habitué Marchesa Luisa Casati is recorded as having said is “I want to be a living work of Art.” Enter Walton Ford, a present day storied visual cataloguer of ecology and Animalia who has now gone

With the very recent passing of David Lynch “Pop surrealism” seems to have gone fluorescent in the art cognoscenti mass consciousness. and Kenny Scharf’s opus as on display at the Brant foundation study center is a non-stop escapist essay in the quasi-genre.  Enter the biggest retrospective of Scharf since a 1995 exhibition in Monterey starting

In the beating heart of Harlem, Ilon Gallery’s grand brownstone is bursting at the seams with artistic exuberance as it celebrates its 10-year anniversary with the vibrant exhibition eponymously titled “10”. This far-ranging showcase brings together an eclectic mix of painters, photographers, sculptors, cartoonists, AI and mixed-media artists from the gallery’s stable, deftly curated to

Cecily Brown’s work is in the order of delicious maximalism and has by no means ever been an easy read. Indeed, certain passages in her paintings are busy beyond perception, and one may even ask after a long standing view are they occluded indecipherable visual entities, or rather, rapturous musical movements akin to a Joan