Mr. Greenwold is one of the best kept secrets of the art world. After going to gallery upon gallery filled with redundant "Contemporary" art; that although good and interesting can leave you struggling for an actual emotion, Mr. Greenwold packs his pictures with the guts of human life. He puts it out there like so few artist' do or even can and he leaves you reeling from the blows. There's a savageness to the pictures and at the same time a refined, intellectual and hierarchy to the spaces and people that populate them. You find yourself wondering who would actually Fuck these people, hell why would anyone fuck anyone at all. Chuck Close's belly, Mr. Greenwolds teeth, Paul Simon's dopey expression are humorous, fascinating, and repulsive all at once. Thank goodness for the beautiful women in orange and the tall beautiful black women enticingly awaiting her lover on the bed, they make sex possible in this world!
Through Mr. Greenwold we see the echos of Philip Roth, Bob Dylan, and the Cohen brothers to name a few. He is a true American voice the kind usually silenced in the fine art world in a way not seen in the other genres of film, music, and literature. And lets not forget we can talk about these paintings for hours FORMALLY too! Thank you Sperone Westwater for mounting this exhibition and thank you Mr. Greenwold for your stubbornness and pig headiness and for making the art you want to make.
Now it's time for a major NY museum to take notice and give this American artist a retrospective he deserves and we as an art viewing audience deserve to see.