New York

Ann McCoy

Brooke Alexander Gallery

I enjoy Ann McCoy’s art particularly on the level of performance. She’s a wonderful technician, spends loads of hours drawing up a storm, and isn’t afraid to equate time spent with artistic value. She celebrates patience, dedication, perseverance, regular old obsession-with-the-processes-of-work, and hourly rather than salaried work. Elevating doing over thinking and execution over conception isn’t going to win any art medals, but you could do a lot worse.

The underwater imagery is familiar. This time it’s darkened into a night aquarium (shades of Lady From Shanghai), with subjects spaced out at random, but in close proximity. The three new, huge drawings may have symbolic meanings—lobsters and starfish are mixed with some pretty obscure mystical-looking signs, Zen-type targets, crosses, Hebrew letters, etc.—but that part I don’t get. It seems tacked on, pushed into the corners in a very

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