Every time I’ve been to Rick Wester, I feel they’re in the
process of installing / deinstalling, but I guess going into the 511 building
you assume that you are going to see art in what is a glorified office space.
When I went to see the Christian Vogt show, a handsome man in his early forties
who I am gonna assume was Rick Wester sat at the desk in the center right of the
gallery monitoring a real time art auction by Du Phere of Next Big Star Fame on
his computer. I did seem to break his focus, but it struck me as almost a performance
piece for Vogt’s pictures of attractive and occasionally naked people
frolicking in tastefully plush settings.
Vogt’s work has a formal reserve that reels in the
frolicking and creates a placed and exacting frame, which makes the viewer feel
like a participant more lucid and controlled then the rest of the party. I
couldn’t help but imagine the well-dressed man behind the desk as the ideal
image of the photographer on the other side of the camera, constantly surrounded
by attractive thirty-something women in the Hamptons. Leaving me feeling that my
life as an artist up to now hadn’t been all I would have hoped for.
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