"Slow Motion" on Quiet Lunch

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Slow Motion, curated by MiA Collective Art's Artistic Director, Grace Noh, is featured on Quiet Lunch

In Visual Arts. by Kurt McVeyMarch 2, 2018

On Thursday, March 1st, at the roughly year-old John Doe Gallery in Brooklyn, the Bronx-born multi-media artist Charlie Rubin and the long-time New York painter Michael Chandler joined forces for a joint exhibition they’re calling Slow Motion.

Before getting into the work, the name of the gallery deserves some careful explanation. Grace Noh, John Doe’s Curator-who sat in during the interview in Rubin’s Brooklyn studio-let on that the state-of-the-art space is owned and designed by a successful architect and sculptor whose name I won’t mention here. It’s probably a lot more fun to figure it out on your own anyway, which shouldn’t be too difficult. I would also imagine when dealing with a space named “John Doe,” pulling the curtain back on the wizard behind the scenes like a nosey little Toto would be a little lame.

Michael Chandler, who moved to New York from Montana in 1980 after falling in love with the city during earlier visits late in the previous decade, discovered the gallery during its inaugural exhibition in January last year. This was Hollis Dark’s Effusion. Chandler visited again this past December for May We Share Our Minds?, a collaboration between John Doe’s relatively new curator, Ms. Noh, and artists Shiuan Chang and Simona Prives. By late 2017, Noh had already been introduced to Charlie Rubin, who went to grad school at Parsons with a mutual friend, a photographer now based in Beijing. Over the next few days, some kind of internal, emotional connection was made to Rubin’s work while Noh was exploring Chandler’s website.

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Chandler, who is somehow capable of out-mellowing Rubin, doesn’t mess around with social media, and perhaps because of this, seems like the most relaxed guy on the planet. Despite all this, when searching for thematic through-lines between their respective works, the word “anxiety” kept bubbling to the surface.

“When I found out the name [of the exhibition] was Slow Motion, I thought about how right before a car crash, everything slows down,” says Chandler. “I don’t think scientists know why particularly, but I think it has a lot to do with how the brain processes time and experience during turmoil or crisis; it’s racing, so everything else slows down.”

This crash, whether immediate in a micro sense, like a car accident, or your brain crashing from too much stress or anxiety, or a school shooter crashing through the door of your classroom, could also be scaled up to encompass a global economic crash for instance, or a tidal bore crashing into Downtown Manhattan, or a meteor or hydrogen bomb crashing into Earth, etc.

What seems to be happening right now is a confluence, perhaps a collision even, of micro (personal) and macro (the human species as a super-organism) anxieties, which we’re attempting to process in full view of our friends and family on social media. This of course leads to all sorts of conflict and despair. Throw in the simultaneously oppressive nature of FOMO and it’s no wonder people (especially of the young variety) are losing their minds. With Slow Motion, Rubin and Chandler are acknowledging the reality of these anxieties, but are exploring the nature of agency and intention in how we deal with them, especially as first world citizens with first world problems.

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“There’s no making it,” says Rubin with a serving of air quotes, while leaning back casually in his swivel chair. “If you can find a way to live as an artist and keep making work you should be celebrated. Sometimes what you think success is doesn’t fully add up once you get there.”

Here Rubin seems to silently defer to the long and silver-haired Chandler, who happily serves up a small, knowing Lou Reed smirk. Chandler saw a lot of success in the ‘80s especially in Milan with The Salvatore Ala Gallery. He also did his thing with Patti Astor at Fun Gallery or at the Mudd Club, but he doesn’t wax on endlessly like so many artists who conflate nostalgia for real anthropological insight. Chandler survived the the AIDS epidemic and Ronald Reagan, but as far as generational musings go, he’s more excited to be showing in the immediate here and now. “I don’t really do too much dipping back there,” he says. “The East Village had its heyday for maybe four years tops (78-82). It was fun and great while it lasted.”