|"New Work" at CW Gallery in Chelsea
A new exhibition with recent works of Sasha Meret will be show at the newly opened CW Gallery in Chelsea. Sasha's work encompasses a wide range of techniques and styles. He combines painting with printmaking techniques, he works with photography and video, and he recently started to use completely new and surprising materials.
The exhibition is realized with the support of RCINY.
Born in Romania in 1955, Sasha Meret began his art education in Romania. After his arrival in New York, he studied printmaking with Tony Harrison at Columbia University. He currently lives and works in New York City, and he had exhibits in Europe, Japan, China, and the U.S. He collaborated for over two decades as a weekly illustrator with The New York Times, International Herald Tribune and illustrated several books for Harper Collins, Simon and Schuster, Henry Holt and other publishing houses.
Free lunch for the eye
"Immanuel Kant was born in the Prussian city of Königsberg in 1724 and had ten siblings, but even before that arts were split into plastic and elastic. Sasha Meret is splitting the talk and walking the split: he conveys the entanglements of the elastic and the plastic through the shining of improbable honeycombs. Even if Gotham City froze over and all plastic spoons were left to never rot, and to no eye to see, Sasha would still trick the eye into glancing at their mortality. His spoongious arrangements of white, cheap, and many plastic spoons snatch immortality from the blind spot of usefulness. He could have done it with post stamps or pins, with banana peels or stolen stem cells, he is a virtuoso after all; but this time he hasn't. Here he is performing the convexing art of showing the bones’ flesh, that art that lets it be known that there are concavities inside every-thing and that the stars are made of feathers. The Saurian monstrosity of the hands which pinch the Harpies' harps, the fatsy umberella forever upside-down, drops of white blood clogged as a ha-ha-heart, the wings that wax imagination, the guitar akwardizing between two bars, and mostly, the yet again perfect egg – all these are, like the August mermaid, cold aphrodisiacs. Ignite tonight!", Prof. Călin Mihăilescu