From Efrem Zelony-Mindell’s review of “Barmaid” for aCurator.com:
If you’ve ever taken a trip through New England, Cape Cod or Provincetown, it goes with out saying you know something about the quality of light out there. Those tender revealing hues of light, and the color blue like nothing else you’ve ever seen; everything’s rich. That light and those blues, touch every inch of you – every inch of everything. You can’t be out there and not think about Edward Hopper’s paintings. Jon Arsenault’s work is a lot like them, if Edward Hopper had a hidden closest full of good shoes, leather, and a cache of kinky friends. Similarly to Hopper, Arsenault has that sense of light and surrealism. His subjects don’t simply pose, they penetrate their frames. What on earth could they possibly be thinking about?
What’s on anyone’s mind at the Eagle in LA?