April 23 - June 6, 2016
Saturday, April 23, 1-5PM
Saturday, April 23, 2:30PM
Ted Gahl was born in 1983, and received his BFA from Pratt Institute in 2006 and his MFA from Rhode Island School of Design in 2010. Recent solo exhibitions have been with RETROSPECTIVE, Hudson, NY, Halsey McKay gallery, East Hampton, NY; MIER gallery, Los Angeles, CA; Zach Feuer New York, NY, and Dodge gallery, New York, NY. Group shows include "Freedom Culture", curated by Graham Collins at The Journal, Brooklyn, NY, “Ghost Current", curated by Ryan Wallace, V1 gallery, Copenhagen, DK, Don’t Look Now” curated by 247365 at Zach Feuer, “That’s the Neighbor, Always Dressing These Boulders in the Yard” curated by Torey Thornton at Suzanne Geiss Company, “Mental Furniture” curated by Petrella’s Imports at Night gallery, and “All a Tremulous Heart Requires” curated by Brad Hajzak at ZieherSmith & Horton. In 2016, a book will be published by HASSLA, NY, featuring works alongside painter Katherine Bradford. Gahl lives and works in Connecticut and New York.
I grew up going to New Jersey as a child, East Orange primarily, to visit my father’s mom and dad. They lived in a large, rapidly dilapidating Victorian home on a busy corner. They had settled there after emigrating from Germany in the late 1950’s.
I have trouble with my memory, it’s never been very good, but I remember a few things. I remember a large, elaborate birdcage at the top of the stairs. I had an obsession with cages, keys, and locks, and this item encompassed all three. I remember my Opa playing a game with his dinner napkin, where he would hide behind it, his eyes dancing across the seam like a marionette on a stage. I remember my father’s younger brother, fresh from college, showing off his fancy new coat in the kitchen, making his mom laugh as he parodied a runway fashion show. In their later years, my grandparents moved away to Phoenix, Arizona to escape the cold. They lived in Sun City, a small retirement enclave, close to my dad’s brother Tom, an instructor at General Motors.
From then on, my recollections of New Jersey dimmed. I began to associate New Jersey mostly with hockey, as the fierce Devils were a rival of my favorite team, the Hartford Whalers. This made me think about devils for this show, devils in all forms. Does the devil get old and tired? Does he call his mother on the phone in Arizona? Does he get lonely after all of his family is gone? Or, does he just want to watch the hockey game, tucked away in his small corner of the Garden State?
I work primarily as a painter, but branched out when given this opportunity. The works run the gamut, from simple drawings and family mementos, to larger sculptures and constructions. I made the works for this show as the ideas came to me. A lot of the works were a response to a certain material, objects I had saved and wanted to use but hadn’t gotten an opportunity or outlet to do so.
Thursday, March 13, 1997
Hartford Whalers at New Jersey Devils
Continental Airlines Arena
Regular Season Final
7:30 PM ET
Final Score: Hartford 0 / New Jersey 6