Jenni Crain (1991–2021) was an esteemed artist and curator who passed away suddenly due to complications related to Covid-19. She was widely recognized for her original minimalist sculpture and curatorial projects that championed under-recognized women artists as well as for her rigorous scholarship and writing. Crain was a passionate and tireless advocate of artists and art. Throughout her life, she built a vast community of friends, collaborators, and colleagues whose work she drove forward with generosity, sensitivity, and the deep probing intelligence with which she considered the world.
The Foundation preserves her legacy by supporting transformative projects by artists, curators, and writers of any age at early or pivotal stages of their career.
In honor of her memory, The Jenni Crain Foundation provides grants in two areas:
1. Finishing funds toward the completion of a significant project ranging from an exhibition, arts publication, or work of art across disciplines and forms.
2. Support for original research which may include travel, accommodation, and any funds required for accessing or studying materials.
Donations may be mailed to the address below or made online by clicking here.
A fundraising bandana featuring Crain’s work may be purchased by clicking here. An image of the bandana can be viewed by clicking here.
The Jenni Crain Foundation
130 Third Avenue Brentwood, NY 11717
info@JenniCrainFoundation.org
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February
Co-curated w. Lydia Glenn-Murray
Roberta Pelan, Toronto, ON
Nick Bastis, Srijon Chowdhury, Silke Otto-Knapp, Hayley Tompkins, Barak Zemer
January 7 – February 11, 2017
Where can we live but days?[1] Not unlike the space between a door and its frame when one room is lit and another is not, and one changes into the other.[2] Knowing of the room next-door only by its glow into this one.[3] It is a dreamy evocation of transience, a memory of a place already left.[4] It is a turned key but also the empty space of a lock.[5] The most striking property of doors is resonance between two states which can be conveniently labeled as “open” and “closed.” Resonance is never a simple, unqualified fluctuation between two states; even so in this case.[6] The nice thing about the inside of a door is that it is unclear if that space is in or out of the room. It’s nice to look at something and not really know where it is.[7]
Placed, only in its placeless-ness. A mere memory of a memory detached from that moment and construed into something not locked into time and place as we know it - not fixed - but rather fixated. The lure of something like what we(’ve) know(n) but perhaps promising something more than we(’re)/(were) able to grasp.[8]
Systematic intervals in time and space, ultimately locating their position in-between reality and dream.[9] The terrestrial continents are simply fragments of the Moon, which fell upon our planet. Through the influence of our tides, the Moon was impelled to move away, until it reached its present orbit. But a part of the lunar mass, perhaps half of it, had remained on Earth, forming the continents.[10] In the expansion of her joy, the Moon filled the whole room with phosphorescent vapor, like a luminous poison; and all of the living light thought and said: “You shall suffer forever the influence of my kiss.”[11] Isn’t the moon dark too, most of the time?[12]
Thinking about personal mythologies[13], do you ever feel as if there’s something, somewhere, waiting to happen? Another? And now you wonder if that really happened?[14] The same feelings for the umpteenth time will tarnish, not in a disgraceful way, but telling of our history.[15]
Barak Zemer Head, 2016. Archival pigment print, framed. 35 x 23.5 inches
Hayley Tompkins Metabuilt XXVII, 2009. Found object, gouache, photographs. 35 x 7 x 3 inches
Srijon Chowdhury Wedding Bouquet Mirrored with Hand and Leaf, 2016. Oil on linen. 29.5 x 24 inches
Silke Otto-Knapp The Conversation, 2016. Watercolor on canvas. 23 x 18 inches
Nick Bastis Treble, 2017. Turned brass. 4 x 1 x 1 inches