While taking the 7 train to Jackson Heights a few Sundays ago I was getting pretty fired up to see Christine Heindl's new paintings. Nestled inside of one of those distinctly Queens-like apartment buildings is her studio. I am always struck by how much space there is, two sizable studios, a bedroom and a perfectly warm yellow kitchen where she greeted me with a cup of tea and some very tasty baked goods. As I stepped into the first studio room I was immediately transformed by the hypnotic vibrations that emanate from her work. She explained to me the feeling that she gets from being in there for so much of her time, she said sometimes it feels like the walls are closing in on her. After several hours spent drawing, I got that same feeling, in such a very good way. Enveloped by her art.
As we began to talk, draw and paint, I kept thinking about the painting that was hanging on the wall behind her. All the small colored triangles in this work collectively form lines, various larger shapes, or subtle changes in the color field except for one, a glorious peach triangle that is left a singular hue, a tiny difference that acts like a key for the rest of the piece. Once you discover this, it begs you to unlock all the paintings' hidden secrets. Something that has always drawn me to Christine's work is this kind of visual leap the viewer takes from one viewing distance to another. The closer you get, the more of the intricately painted canvas is revealed and the less you are aware of the boundary between your body and the painting. The bizarre spacial makeup of these works make them seem as though they are hovering, not quite making contact with the wall or even keeping still.
Christine works flat on a table that takes up nearly half the studio space, covered with sheets of paper, tubs of paint, and little creatures. She let me arrange the group of them bellow to draw. I was betwitched by one friend in particular, Dorothea, a large soft Leopard who seemed to be holding court. I suppose when working on things this detailed, time consuming and eye blurring, it is good to have someone on your team. Studio friends are the best.
We listened to the games as we worked and talked about the art world and our studio practices, nothing more cozy on a Sunday afternoon than the light sounds and flickers of football in the background. Before long it was time for her to put down her paint brush and me my pencil and hit the culinary scene of Jackson Heights. It was so pleasurable to spend a studio day there in Queens. I have been looking to Christine and her paintings for many years as a source of inspiration, I can't say enough good things about her and her work, please check out more at http://christineheindl.com/home.html.