Rachel Uffner Gallery

Do not purchase anything from Rachel Uffner. She is an irresponsible person who did not own up to the responsibility when she sent me a painting without a signature request (which was stolen from my door step back in March, 2015), because she was too cheap to purchase a signature request label. She was negligent, I was mistreated and my e mails were ignored. I had a a big loss going through my insurance deductible.
Please do not purchase anything from this gallery.

It wasn’t so long ago when the Lower East Side galleries were the place to see delicate and minor works – drawings, photo collage, or little assemblages of whatever with garbage dangling off. But those days are quickly receding into the past as LES galleries move into bigger digs and put on more ambitious shows to hold onto the yougn artists they’ve been working with who want to make granger gestures. «More weight» by Sam Moyer at Rachel Uffner is exemplary of this trend. This is a heavy show indeed. I felt like I was at Paula Cooper! Maybe it was even too heavy for me – Sam moyer’s studies of stony textures is so cold, but tactile touches warmed it up. The main gallery is impressively vast and cave-​like in its current dimly lit state, a great rock slab taking up most of the floor and a warm off-​white luminescence from a stately marbled lightbox of commensurate size on the ceiling. It should be said that the architecture of the gallery itself, which is beautiful, lends a lot to the effects of the art, with white wooden beams, dark floors, a rich lived-​in old feel to all the walls and materials. But what I liked best were the smaller works on the upper level, the unevenly cut small rock slabs jointed with textiles stretched on uneven frames. The ancient grooves of geological movement improvised with the quicker, newer lodes of dye in fabric, and what I liked best was how this play of texture and surface continued through the slanting skylight above, which showed the rise of the building next door and the winding paths of vines and cracks as if an extension of the works on view. Made me feel small, and light, in a good way.