New York

Nancy Haynes

John Gibson Gallery

Knowing nothing of Nancy Haynes’ background except that she’s not a neophyte, it’s impossible to say whether her untitled minimalist panels are appropriated or not. At the same time, however, it’s equally impossible not to place her work in the context of the most recent nostalgia for such painting, and that gives the work an amusing lift. Aside from their beauty, it’s possible these pieces have wit as well, an impression that is somehow reinforced by their small scale. On the subject of their beauty, certain of the paintings’ elements detach themselves from specific paintings and remain intact as time passes, afterimages on the memory’s retina: a black so dense that it seems furry against a lemon green that consequently suggests fungi, Whistlerian distinctions among shades of gray, diptychlike borders (a band of gloss varnish) visible only in glancing light.

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