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![]() Eye Exam Studio Splash
If there's an art-world power that rivals the gallery system in Chicago,
it's the studio system. There are easily ten times as many artists'
studios as galleries, inhabited by men and women producing paintings,
sculptures, drawings and video. Everything imaginable--in abandoned
warehouses, converted storefronts, lofts, industrial buildings--sweating
it out over the summer months, shivering in the winter. Many of these
are the focus of walking tours organized for Chicago Artists' Month:
Ravenswood Studios, Lill Street Art Center, the Flat Iron and Fine Arts
buildings, Acme. Too many to mention. Yet since the majority of the year
these studios remain closed to the public to provide their tenants time
to produce, Chicago studios remain a vast, invisible resource. And it's
a resource, in fact, that never stops growing. Adding to the wealth of
artists' workspace, recently open at 1815-25 West Division Street, are
The Splat Flats.
On a night with cold-snapping wind, a crowd is assembled out front of
the old L. Miller Lumber Yard building, smoking cigarettes, chatting.
Tellingly, this is mostly a youngish crowd, with plenty of canned beer
in sight. After some nudging and elbowing, I make my way past them and
up the narrow flight of stairs (the flats themselves are situated on the
second floor above the hardware store below). It's a tight fit
everywhere, a fact that visitors will notice quickly about The Splat
Flats: the hallways resemble the hardened arteries of a
cheeseburger-addicted 90-year-old chain-smoker. Each of the rooms has
been repainted and restored to basic functionality from their previous
state of disrepair. Prior to their current incarnation, these rooms were
flophouse spaces for the homeless.
Among the current tenants are twenty-eight artists, including almost
all the members of the Chicago art collective Garden Fresh, such as
Holly Holmes, Jeremiah Ketner and Andrew Rigsby. Each has a smallish
room stacked with art supplies as they all do, and work available for
purchase hangs on the walls. In Rigsby's studio, the Venetian blinds are
drawn, behind which, hanging in the window, is a flag hung by the
previous tenant, a homeless man who died in the space. "I get a deal on
the rent," explains Rigsby, "since the family of the man who died in
this room asked if the flag could be kept in the window. I said I
would," and he does. Another tenant, Kathryn Rodrigues, is exhibiting
her MSAE thesis work from the Massachusetts College of Art in Boston,
one of the most interesting exhibitions in the two buildings. Her mix of
photography is almost documentary in its cultural anthropological
investigation of human hands, torsos and legs. Coupled with Google maps
and mapping woodcuts, this show plays her conceptual investigation of
sociocultural space very close to the contemporary vest.
There are two floors connected by another set of winding stairs that
lead to a section of the building that was previously used as attic
space, with smaller rooms. While somewhat claustrophobic, it's assuaged
by the fact that each of the studios here has its own window looking out
over a bustling and busy Division Street. Artists populate each of these
upstairs rooms as well. It's much like walking through a busy dorm
in-season, each studio offering a glimpse into the individual worlds of
artists who span the range of minimal to maximal, with some studios
heaped high with canvases and others, like that of Jason C. Meyer, whose
space offers an experiment in installation art. His room is strewn with
black extension cords, all bunched together into several main electrical
junction boxes, ending in white light-bulb sockets, much like Christmas
lights. These reflect across the glass of his windows and play against
the light from the street. It's an interesting attempt to address the
light pollution of the urban night. Walking into his space has a sacral
effect, in fact, his lights spread out across the floor, arranged in
patterns on squat floor pedestals and dangled from a black rod running
the length of the room. People passing in the hall are locked in shadow,
excluded by the dome of light cast from within the room by its momentary
visitors. In this space, unlike those of his colleagues, you have the
sense that this new studio building could somehow reach out from the
confines of its four walls into the street beyond, to influence in its
own small way the direction of Chicago's art culture.
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