October 15th, 2014

Bill Lynch at White Columns

Bill Lynch at White Columns

Artist: Bill Lynch

Venue: White Columns, New York

Curated by: Verne Dawson

Date: September 12 – October 25, 2014

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Bill Lynch at White Columns

Bill Lynch at White Columns

Bill Lynch at White Columns

 

Full gallery of images, press release and link available after the jump.

Images:

Images courtesy of White Columns, New York.

Press Release:

The exhibition has been organized by the New York-based artist Verne Dawson.

“Bill Lynch and I met while students at Cooper Union at the end of the 1970s. Organizing this show in New York is surely a most bittersweet experience. It should have happened thirty years ago, or twenty, or ten, or five. But it didn’t. Bill died last year at 54 years old. He understood touch, understood paint, and understood that these are tools to access the ancient and the present, the living and the dead. We both are in debt to the impossibly brilliant Professor Arthur Corwin for his vast knowledge of myth and astronomy, the subjects that bound Bill and I together for 35 years as well as the fundamental instinct to paint something beautiful. His affliction, schizophrenia, eventually made our world difficult for him to be part of. He was loved and appreciated by his family and many friends as well as the love of his life, Sherry Johnson. His mother, Gerry Lynch, never lost faith, and these works are here thanks to her caring preservation.”

– Verne Dawson, 2014.

Lynch observed the everyday world around him, and in particular the natural world, with an extraordinary degree of empathy. In a text that accompanies the exhibition the writer Michael Wilde suggests:

“In these pictures everything is alive and communicating wildly. Lynch’s connection to subjects and landscapes, both in life and painting, was empathic: a flower or tree branch sings just as strongly as any bird; likewise a pre-Columbian vessel in spiritual communion with a Chinese philosopher’s stone or a pair of Paleolithic-era rubber-stamped Venuses—and he listened acutely, transcribing their conversation so you could hear it too. Their secrets opened up to him. Everywhere is meaning. Surrounded by his work, you can’t help but be struck by this vibrant language; his sincere belief, his love.”

Link: Bill Lynch at White Columns

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