They play with light and glass

A dizzying approach in photos, murals

By Cate McQuaid
Globe Correspondent / September 15, 2010

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Mary Kocol, the photographic bard of Somerville, takes to the skies in her intoxicating new body of work at Gallery NAGA. Kocol, best known for depicting Christmas lights in her hometown as well as urban gardens and the architecture of the city, has come untethered; gazing straight up, it’s hard to tell whether you’re in Somerville, Jamaica Plain, or Los Angeles, and she visits all three in this show. Inspired by “Almond Blossom,’’ van Gogh’s painting of tree branches etched against a brilliant blue sky, Kocol aims her camera toward the heavens and shoots tree blossoms from below, at twilight.

The results, in two formats, are dizzying. The square photos, shot with the most basic plastic camera, are blurry at the edges and crisper in the center. “Cherry Branches Against Blue Sky, Arnold Arboretum, Boston’’ with its sharp, pink blossoms in the foreground, swells moodily out of the sky and then pops into the viewer’s vision, like a drunk teetering into your path.

I prefer the rectangular format images, made with a higher-end Fuji 120mm camera. Every square millimeter is crisp. Kocol took advantage of her flash and ambient lighting from traffic signals and streetlights to amp up the eerie glow. “Blooming Ornamental Pear Tree, Walnut Street, Somerville’’ appears spookily lit from below, the foreground blossoms a frosty white compared with the warm pink ones in the distance.

The sky in “Lemon Tree Above the Pool, Los Angeles’’ is such an electric blue, with lemons and palm fronds vibrating against it, I almost had to look away. With no horizon, the viewer has little sense of orientation. All we see are blossoms spinning against the heavens.

Also at Gallery NAGA, Terry Rose’s paintings are about chance and chemistry. Rose pours pigment and varnish onto flat aluminum, and plays with the stuff as it dries — maybe he tilts the aluminum panel, maybe he blows air across the paint. Skins form and wrinkle. Bubbles pit the surface. Oils disperse. Powder-like pigments drift and sparkle.

Paintings in which he uses the most types of pigment, such as the two-panel “Opallios,’’ are fluid and dense. The glossy purple and brown background looks threatening yet alluring, a living shadow. An organic form swims across it, seeping with layers of tone and texture, splatters and rivulets; the whole of it could be a luminous undersea organism.

The much simpler “Yuangshuo’’ clearly has Asian influences. Set on a vertical panel, like an old scroll, the piece features the crest and plunge of a creamy waterfall, which sinks into a vapor near the bottom. Along one side Rose has deposited black and silver blots, threaded together, like parachutes dropping over the falls — or calligraphy along the side of a Japanese ink drawing. The sheer variety of textures Rose pulls from letting paints react against one another is astonishing. He sets the stage, but in a sense, the painting paints itself.

On the ‘MOVE!’
“MOVE!’’ is a show with a lot of impetus. The exhibit at NK Gallery features Jeffrey P. Heyne’s riffs on Eadweard Muybridge’s movement studies, and Rufus Butler Seder’s lens-ribbed glass tiles, which change as you walk past them.

Seder’s glass murals, such as “Running Boy,’’ have a material gravity — glass tiles are heavy items, but the image of the boy is remarkably nuanced: His arms pump, his mouth opens and closes. I noticed that the speed and grace of his movement mirrored that of my own. The gee-whiz quality of interacting with the artwork is matched by the technical sophistication of their making, which involves breaking an image up and encoding the pieces, fitting each into the appropriate lens.

Heyne takes Muybridge’s legendary photos of people walking, jumping rope, and boxing, among other activities, and digitally pushes the movement beyond what any human is capable of. In “Muybridge Walker No. 10 Twirl With Rain,’’ he recapitulates Muybridge’s several shots of the man walking, but only the central image looks familiar. As the work fans to the left and right, the man’s body stretches and curls beyond recognition, into fleet, almost painterly gestures. The stolid figures slide deliciously out of control. But Heyne freezes everything under thick coats of clear resin, turning his slippery, ephemeral images into weighty objects.

Making a splash
Metal sculptor David Tonnesen, known for his 45-foot kinetic fish sculpture in Boston Harbor, and painter Josh Wisdumb, who has designed artsy sneakers for New Balance, work collaboratively in a slick, formally impressive show now at Northeastern University’s Gallery 360. Tonnesen, in his 50s, and Wisdumb, in his 20s, make art that is a collision of muscular gesture and expressive splash.

These two have strong design chops, and their main goal seems to be to achieve sexy visual impact. “Perturbation’’ is a long abstract painting that recalls foamy, purple-pink crashing surf, held within a twisting rod that echoes the swell and power of the image, with great linear economy. These works have an eye-popping glamour. But while they’re playful, they lack conceptual substance. A real artistic collision should express more than razzmatazz.

Cate McQuaid can be reached at

MARY KOCOL: Twilight Garden TERRY ROSE: Inquire Within At: Gallery NAGA, 67 Newbury St., through Oct. 2. 617-267-9060,

JEFFREY P. HEYNE AND RUFUS BUTLER SEDER: MOVE! At: NK Gallery, 460 Harrison Ave., through Sept. 26. 603-321-0632,

DAVID TONNESEN AND JOSH WISDUMB: Double Vision At: Gallery 360, Northeastern University, 360 Huntington Ave., through Oct. 6. northeasterncreates/gallery360