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Pat Hearn

THE PAT HEARN GALLERY on East Ninth Street and Avenue D faced a wide-open field. The concrete ruins of demolished tenements poked through tall shaggy grasses. Occasionally a dazed junkie, still swooning from a recent fix, would wander up the deserted block. Inside, the gallery blazed with sunlight. There stood Pat, high spiked pumps, high beehive hair, little print frock, talking about the art on the wall. In this case, it was Peter Schuyff’s uncanny biomorphic Op paintings. Milan Kunc showed there too, and his Eastern European Pop art fit the exotic drift. Then there was Mitchell Algus, a geology teacher and bicycle racer who made surrealist sculpture, and Philip Taaffe’s re-creations of ’60s Feeleys, Rileys, and Newmans. Historically and stylistically, everything was a little out of whack. And a little magical. This strange space, this slot in the midst of the familiar: That was Pat

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