Pulse is in a temporary tent, very close to the UNTITLED tent. I got there for the opening VIP brunch, which was actually quite fun. It’s hard to beat the weather in Miami (indoor/outdoor brunch at 11 a.m. in December) and the CBD cocktails and CBD popsicles were quite the hit with the crowd. This is the 15th year for Pulse, with 65 exhibitors. Last year they had 10,000 visitors.
The perfect fish for home, says a woman who has flushed a lot of dead fish down the toilet.
The surface of the vehicle is covered with brightly colored panels of glass beads. The traditional patterns are made by artisans from Zimbabwe and the Mpumalanga Provence of South Africa.
I have seen the work before and have always liked the textures. I did a bit of reading about Karen Margolis after, as information was limited at the show. “In a struggle between destruction and creation, my art making involves two distinctly opposing procedures: burning holes in material as an act of elimination and then constructing discrete components into compositions”. It’s the reason, along with her color palette and material choices, that I have always stopped and looked closely at her pieces.
Ruth Borgenicht lives a few blocks away from where I used to live, in Glen Ridge, NJ. Even though it is a small town, we didn’t know one another until I moved to Seattle. I had seen her work at an art fair and gallery in Seattle, and was smitten. When I found out she was going to be in town at an opening, I went and introduced myself. We’ve been in touch since. I’ve sent my friend Kathleen in my stead to events Ruth has hosted that I wished I could have attended. The chain link ceramic pieces are brilliant in how they connect and move. Her pieces are meant to be touched and manipulated. Ruth was in Miami with NL=US, a gallery owned by another woman, Clemente Brakel, also from the town, with whom I had reconnected with last year at the fair. Our daughters went to elementary school together. I loved hanging out in the booth, with Ruth explaining to me her different firing processes, and meeting yet another woman from that same town whose work was also being shown. Glen Ridge is such a great community, and just 12 miles west of Manhattan. I have one beautiful cityscape of Ruth’s but I came home knowing I need more of her work.