Korongo: Listening/Vermont: Paintings by Bunny Harvey, opening September 2

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Listening/Vermont: Paintings by Bunny Harvey, opening September 2

Frank Gave Me a Blue Mountain, 2000, oil on canvas, 44" x 44"

Join us on Friday, September 2, from 5 to 7 p.m. for the opening of Listening/Vermont, a selection of large- and small-scale paintings by artist Bunny Harvey. A Prix de Rome winner and a professor at Wellesley College, Bunny paints in her Vermont studio, where, she says, “everything around me animates my awareness; shifting winds, the songs of insects and birds, the scent of hay and manure, even the interruption of a distant chainsaw, all find their way onto the canvas. Watching and waiting for dragonflies helped me focus on sounds of the pond as they merged with my awareness of the huge variety of shapes and lights at water’s edge. The feel of my feet in the water, the aromas of changing layers of air, the sounds of the grasses—all these textures make the wait into a reverie.” Listening/Vermont will be on view through October 12. To see more of Bunny's work online, go to her website (click here).

1 comment:

wdpMarch 4, 2012 at 9:00 AM
Hi Patrick,

Jack Rowell suggested that I get in touch with you about a show. Seeing that Bunny Harvey had a show there and Seven Days reviewed it, pretty much convinces me that he is right!

I'd like to send you a couple of pdfs of recent work so you can see what I have been up to. My website hasn't been updated for a couple of years, but check it out if you would, please:
www.w-david-powell.com

Could you send me an e mail address to send pdfs to?

Thanks,

W. David Powell

david.powell@plattsburgh.edu
cell:802 922 3915
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The Randolph Herald on Korongo

From Herald writer Dian Parker: "Living in the East Village in Manhattan in the late '60s and all through the '70s, I’d often hang out with artists at a street café and we’d talk about our work incessantly. Bongo drummers lined Second Avenue and the small alcove of my eighth-floor walk up was often a place for bums to sleep. Artists opened their apartments as tiny makeshift art galleries. On one wall hung a tie-dyed sheet and on the floor a double mattress. Not much else except art. And more art. It was everywhere, some of it not very good, but it was an outpouring nonetheless; a place to be seen. We never thought the East Village would become what it is now, one of the hip places to live in Manhattan, still filled with art, only much more expensive.

"Along comes the Korongo Gallery to Randolph, and we have promise again of a beginning that could very well burgeon into something hip and wonderful, a place for artists and writers to display and read their work, congregate and hang out. At the opening on March 17 there was a feeling of excitement and expectation that we might just be on the verge of a new happening, right here in downtown Randolph. The gallery was packed. Patrick Texier, the owner, schmoozed with the folks and Laurie Sverdlove Goldman, the painter, and talked about her work which hung on three of the walls. Jack Rowell took photographs and everyone was smiling and milling about. The food was delicious. This was a real opening in a new little gallery that has a big and bright future." To continue reading Dian's article on the Herald website, click here.