David Reed’s Chilly Contrivance: Hyperstylized, Squiggly Forms
Walking west on 22nd Street the other week, I glanced in the window of the Max Protetch Gallery, noticed gallery personnel hanging paintings by David Reed and experienced something unexpected: anticipation.
I stopped and craned my neck, puzzled. Having kept Mr. Reed’s art at arm’s length in the past, I couldn’t believe I was Read More