A year for seeing promising signs

Artists, exhibits, and venues all produced buzz in 2010

December 29, 2010|Cate McQuaid, Globe Correspondent

In contrast to the dramatic action on the museum front, with the opening of the Museum of Fine Arts’ ambitious new Art of the Americas Wing, 2010 has seen local galleries in something of a holding pattern. The bloodletting of the two previous years, during which several commercial ones closed, has given way to a condition of waiting and hoping that a recovering economy will bring active collectors back into the galleries.

There have been promising sparks. Beth Urdang was one of many art dealers who closed up shop in recent years declaring they would be back; she is the first to actually return to Newbury Street. Meanwhile, over on Harrison Avenue galleries continue to open, following the development of 460 Harrison Ave., and the enclave buzzes with activity. In the last couple of years, Gurari Collections and Galatea Fine Art, an artists’ cooperative, have moved in.

The gallery scene suffered a blow when Judi Rotenberg Gallery closed in June, not for economic reasons, but for personal ones, according to co-director Abigail Ross Goodman. After nearly 40 years on Newbury Street, the gallery had become a standout venue for edgy art in the last decade under the leadership of Ross Goodman and Kristen Dodge. Dodge has since opened Dodge Gallery in New York. Ross Goodman will co-curate the DeCordova Sculpture Park and Museum’s 2012 Biennial.

Rotenberg mounted one of the best group shows of the year, the brooding, often comic “Man Up,’’ celebrating and critiquing masculinity and its high-octane fuel, testosterone. Jesse Burke’s montage of color photos at the heart of the show married aggression with vulnerability, and Steve Locke’s portraits in simple, lush strokes conveyed the competitiveness of male companionship.

Two standout exhibits pushed painting and sculpture displays into installation art. At Samson, Jackie Saccoccio and Jeffrey Gibson each took an opposing long wall and hung abstract paintings, but that was just the beginning. Gibson papered his wall with patterned prints, and Saccoccio filled hers with paint — operatic ges tures in black and white. It was a wild call-and-response, Gibson’s staccato patterns pinging off Saccoccio’s legato strokes.

Similarly, painter Carl Ostendarp and sculptor Gail Fitzgerald, who are married, staged “Plasti-Kool II,’’ a sequel to a smaller 2009 effort in New York. Ostendarp painted the walls in turquoise over powder blue with an undulating horizon line separating the two. Fitzgerald built bright, layered, monstrous sculptures, like tangles of squirming leeches, out of children’s modeling goop. The show delved into 20th-century abstraction, with nods to Jackson Pollock and Roy Lichtenstein, and took a kindergartner’s delight in color and touch.

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