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FIELDS OF TIME
BY KATHRYN LYNCH -
“Paintings are alive when they’re good. It’s got to exist and be ok to exist…”
-Kathryn Lynch
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TAYLOE PIGGOTT GALLERY is pleased to present Fields of Time, an exhibition of oil paintings by artist Kathryn Lynch, on view February 18th through March 27th, 2022. With this solo exhibition, her fifth with Tayloe Piggott Gallery, Kathryn Lynch performs poetic symbiosis with oil paint, her preferred, even venerated, medium. Landscapes are rendered timeless, parsed into near symbols-a mountain represented by a naïve wiggle of misty indigo, the surface of a lake a singular, shimmery line. In paint handling, the artist is sparing, working in confident brushstrokes in thinly veiled washes thrown open by the unexpected flash of a brilliant tangerine sun. Her language is that of the quintessential human experience, lapping up the wonder of nature. Lynch here triumphantly conveys "her crowning achievement as a painter: capturing the liminal spaces that define the essence of a given place," as written by painter-critic Patrick Neal.
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The artist spends her life painting and walking, though the two are nearly indistinguishable. “I’m always painting. I paint through everything. I paint where I am,” Lynch says. Last summer, the artist received a coveted invitation to return to Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture as an alumnus (’91), which provided the inspiration for many of the paintings on view. Walking along the shores of Lake Wesserunsett, she not only retraced the footsteps of countless painters, sculptors and artists who have attended the prestigious program as alumni and faculty, Alex Katz, Diana al-Hadid and Helen Frankenthaler among them. She also captures that unspoken, universal feeling of human-in-nature in paint.
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An aspiring New Yorker from birth despite a Philadelphia childhood, Lynch often transcribes the pulse and energy of the city into her canvases. This exhibition, however, focuses entirely on the idyllic countryside—lakes, mountains, bountiful florals—the artists rediscovered in upstate New York and rural Maine during and following the New York lockdown. The human is always implied, however allusively, be it light glimpsed through a window reflected on a lake in nighttime or in the eyes of the viewer-as-painter. We see as Lynch sees. Dandelions float unencumbered in a sea of electric chartreuse – fields of time encapsulated in paint.
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