DAVID COHEN writes:

Penny Kronengold Swimmers 2: City College 2001,
oi1on linen, 18 x 26 inches
This afternoon I was utterly seized
by an artist previously unknown to me. Penny Kronengold's unassuming,
modestly scaled bathers, starting the last week of their short run at
the First Street Gallery, are a must-see.
In reproduction she is likely to seem
safe and familiar, but in actuality these paintings and drawings reveal
themselves to be daring and at the same time highly accomplished inventions.
These scenes, mostly of public swimming pools, are perceptually fresh
and authentic, and at the same time deeply invested with painterly awareness
of their genre's forbears. Kronengold's handling seems to marry southern
color and northern drawing. There is voluptuousness in the paint that
is not allowed to end there, because there is a corresponding intensity
of determination to cram a maximum of observation into a highly energized,
restricted space. The obvious points of reference here are Bonnard and
Kokoschka, but the sense of structure and pictorial logic encountered
in Kronengold stretch much further back in the annals of Western picture
making. The color is a joy, precisely because it is not that corny useless
craftsy thing, "pure joy". On the contrary, color is marshaled
as a means of drawing, a means of defining form and exploring space,
but in an unpedantic way.
Kronengold is fond of a whole battery
of painterly devices which, in lesser hands, can breed affectation:
sgraffito, exposed canvas, the complementary bravura effects of a dried
up and an overloaded brush. But her every mark actually seems to add
up to something of pictorial importance. In this respect she is rather
like the great Irish painter - I'm writing this note on St. Patrick's
Day - Jack B. Yeats.
Incidentally, having extolled the
perceptual basis of her liberties with color and form, I have to say
that the most satisfying pictures, to my eye, are the boldest. With
two paintings of the same scene hanging back to back, the one completed
first is accomplished, for sure (it's on the invitation cover, reproduced
above) but the freer, more daring repeat of the same composition marks
an explosion of painterly pleasure.
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images by Kronengold
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