FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:    Foxy Kidd Launches:  FOXY'S FIVE 

     Co-Founder of  Goodie literary magazine announces collective website and art exhibition

Paintings by Regina Bartkoff, Nancy Calef, Carla Crow, Tasha Robbins, Charles Schick

June 4 - July 2, 2010

Bullet Space Gallery

292 E. 3rd Street  New York, New York  10009-8107

http://www.salonfoxy.com      foxy@goodie.org      

Friday, June 4 - 7:00 p.m.  Opening Reception (Romy Ashby reads from  "Walkers in the City,"  live music*)

Friday, July  2 - 7:00 p.m.  Closing Reception (meet the artists, live music*)

 * Chris Rael and Vlada Tomova sing Sephardic, Balkan, Spanish and  original songs in English, accompanied by 12-string guitar/guitarra Portugese

"This is a sweetheart collective. I brought together this particular group of talented painters because they are very dear to me personally and because they each offer something brilliant and different from the other. From Carla Crow’s serene, meditative geometric images and iconic figures to Nancy’s Calef’s witty and outrageous political "Peoplescapes," to Tasha Robbins’ poignant and playful portraits, Regina Bartkoff’s raw introspective contemplations and Charles Schick’s realm of otherworldly observations; between them I daresay there is something here for every taste. They are all genuine working artists from varying backgrounds using ranging styles and medium, living on both coasts, in the city and the twigs. Each of them possesses a keen intuition, deep sensitivity and old-fashioned curiosity that come through in their paintings. The idea for this endeavor emanated from Goodie, where I first showed their work and got to know them." – Foxy Kidd

Carla Crow
For over thirty years handmade bark paper has been a critical element in my work. The paper is produced by Mexico’s Otomi Indians using the bark from Mulberry trees, lime-water, hand pounding, and the sun. This method has been used in the region since ancient time

Figures, plants, animals, and mythical beings are typically included in the subject matter. Often repetitive patterns and strong geometries are used reflecting the tribal and ethnic nature of the cultures with which I resonate and find inspiration.

Nancy Calef
The creative process teases, controls and absorbs me. I treat it respectfully, honoring its ebb and flow. Everyday I take my brush to canvas and, although I am confronted with fear and insecurity, I tap into a source of inspired imagery. In those moments time falls away and it seems that the work creates itself.  

For many years I’ve been painting “Peoplescapes,” oil, sculptured characters and applied objects on canvas, addressing cultural, political and spiritual issues facing society. By juxtaposing people in recognizable places and situations, each painting weaves together a story about contemporary life, filled with layers of detail, symbolism and humor.

Tasha Robbins
Painting, for me, is a form of active contemplation, an ongoing search
to see, to tolerate, and to remain a celebrant of the human condition. 

The Anodyne

The anodyne,
a period of practice;
a time when brainiac dies,
and an eye opens
on the ugliest lily in the world.

Regina Bartkoff
I don’t plan my paintings, I don’t make sketches, I begin and the marks I make suggest something else. It’s sometimes surprising what comes out, a whole series of bridges or staircases, for example. I don’t think about the meaning. Sometimes I see the meaning later, after the painting is done.

I think painting for me is like acting. It is a cathartic release; still a shy person in many ways I can’t always express myself in daily life. Painting is simply a way of life, it’s how I like to spend my time, it brings relief to loneliness and melancholy that has followed me around most of my life. It also brings excitement and hope, hope for a better life, for a real life; I have something to do.

Charles Schick
I work with oil paint. Wherever darkness meets light an image is formed in the eye of the mind, texture suggests images. Vast collective energy funneled into forms of individuality. The mystery of creation.

Waiting for a subway, looking at a torn section of the wall, streaked and rusted it looks like an otherworldly landscape filled with faces and figures, like an x-ray of a fragment of an old religious painting, utterly mysterious and familiar, The living and the dead greet each other, “How do you do? Was it good for you?”