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paintings and sculptures. Her group exhibi-
         tions invariably offer a sensitive and important
     •  selection of the kinds of work being done in the
         district. In general I would say that this is the
         most serious gallery functioning in SoHo.
         Among the outstanding younger artists in
         Cooper's stable are the sculptor Christopher
     '  Wilmarth, whose recent experiments with
         heavy glass constructions and relief are among
     •   the most original essays I've seen in years, and
         Harvey Quaytman, a painter whose shaped
         canvases are nearly always designed to express
         the satisfaction still available in diaphonous
         colour and the linear arabesque. Also Edwin
         Ruda, who has returned to an exuberant
         expressionist abstract style; David Diao ; and
     •   sculptors Charles Ginnever, Robert Grosvenor
         and Peter Forakis. The environmental strain
         was represented by a recent exhibition by
         Alan Shields, whose wall hangings and woven
     •   drawings in space filled the gallery with a kind
         of insouciant, ephemeral pleasantry.
         Across the street from Paula Cooper is the
         garage-like gallery of Reese Palley. Sprawling
         with cavernous space on two floors, this gallery
         is well adapted to the outsize canvas or sculp-   Enrique Castro-Cid                Jake Berthot
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     •   ture, but proves defeating to more intimate   Painting                               Untitled 1970
         works. There seems to be a very loose organi-  Photo: Eric Pollitzer                 Enamel on paper
                                                                                              30 x 22 1/2 inches
         zation—it is hard to discover who will be                                            Photo: Edward Peterson
         represented by the gallery—which functions
         best in presenting first chances to the swarm-  Still on Greene Street, an enormous space   spaces established by the abstract expressionist
         ing colony of artists in New York.        whose proprietor is Geoffrey Lew, intended to   generation has led him to experiment with
         One block over is the second-oldest venture,   be available to unscheduled artists who have   metric division, transparencies and depthward
         the Richard Feigen Gallery on historic Greene   events or new and enormous works to show   illusion with an intensity I have found in very
         Street. Originally, Feigen took advantage of   and who could never find a comparable space.   few contemporary painters. He is surely one of
         the lower rents in the area to establish a ware-  This casual arrangement is much appreciated,   Karp's strongest figures.
         house for his uptown gallery. But during the   and should, if it survives, be a boon to the local   West Broadway is host to fantasy names, and
         past year he has clarified his operation. In the   showmen.                          what I'm told is an extension of O. K. Harris
         uptown chrome and red-carpeted palace, he   Westward is the rapidly burgeoning West   across the street is called Hundred Acres. This
         shows uptown shows (sometimes of old      Broadway enclave, housing four galleries   seems to be a place for casual shows of smaller
         masters such as Monet) and conducts a     already, and more to come. The really big-  works, or one-man exhibitions of artists that
         characteristically uptown business. In the   time dealers such as Castelli, Dwan and   are not quite established yet, and may never
         downtown bailiwick, the young, the adven-  Emmerich, are on their way down. The      be. More fantasy, both literal and figurative,
         turous, the novel, alternate with some of the   biggest is, of course, 0. K. Harris, run by the   marks the Flatsfixed Gallery, which is installed
         well-established names Feigen has handled   inimitable former associate of Leo Castelli,   a couple of doors down from O. K. Harris in a
         over the past few years. Currently there is an   Ivan Karp. Two huge showrooms, a smaller   sculptural setting reminiscent of Renaissance
         exhibition of paintings and drawings by the   one in the back, plenty of storage space, and a   playgrounds for adults, but without the con-
         versatile Chilean resident, Enrique Castro-  constant population of visiting artists and   summate perfection. In the all-too picturesque
         Cid. These are all playful studies of human   collectors make 0. K. Harris one of the   sculptured bays, Flatsfixed shows graphics
         figures and still-lifes, bent into strange con-  liveliest, if not loveliest, galleries in the dis-  mostly, and graphics of the most recent ten-
         figurations as if seen in the funhouse mirrors of   trict. That uptown savvy of Karp has stood   dency, with a great deal of technological skill
         Tivoli. Castro-Cid's adventure in anamor-  him in good stead. His is an eclectic list,   brought to bear on relatively trivial motifs.
         phosis is most appealing in his drawings where   designed to lure not only the old pop lovers   There is also, across the street, an artists' co-
         the firm linear traits are mitigated by intrigu-  from uptown, but the new afficionados  of the   operative that moved downtown, the Spect-
         ing half-stated numbers and graphs. In the   new (at least he thinks so) lyrical abstraction.   rum Gallery, where the level is not always high,
         paintings, a slick illustrator's facility spoils the   You can find social comment, realism, pop,   but there are occasional refreshing surprises.
         game (although his tender rendition of     minimalism, pornography and photographic   These and a few other smaller enterprises have
         flowers speaks of other possibilities for him).   representationalism, and whatever else you   made their mark on the neighbourhood. A
         A few doors from Feigen is Max Hutchinson's   crave in this grand new emporium of the now.   friend tells me that his plumber has now got
         gallery, a strangely hermetic, poorly-illumi-  At present Karp is exhibiting the paintings   an avant-garde collage of plumbers' parts in
         nated place in which the paintings invariably   and drawings of the most distinguished of his   his window, and another dry-goods factory
         seem bloodless and the sculptures remote. But   new young painters, Jake Berthot. This is   has jazzed up its front window to match the
     •   the Australian dealer has tried to offer possi-  Berthot's first gallery exhibition, although he   new tone of the neighbourhood. The pro-
         bilities to the young and unknown as well as   was shown in the Jewish Museum show of   prietary attitude of artists and dealers, some-
         better-known artists, and has, to his credit,   `beautiful' paintings and sculptures put   times in conflict with the old Italian community
         several good shows over the past year-and-a-  together by Tedjes Englesmith last year. His   that has long been in the neighbourhood, has
         half:                                     serious probe of the emotion-compelling    found common cause with them in indignation
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