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Amy Myers
Ground of Universe, Veiled
2003
at Danese



Heterotic String Series -- From the 26th Dimension
2002



Satorin's Constant
2001



Fearful Symmetry
2003
Ones in Love with Amy
by Charlie Finch


Amy Myers, "String Series: The Handheld Universe," May 16-June 27, 2003, at Danese, 41 East 57th Street, New York, N.Y. 10022.

Going head to head with Phillips' contemporary sale last week, the erudite Amy Myers attracted a select crowd to her debut at Danese Gallery in the Fuller Building, uptown.

Present, and accounted for, were artist Eric Fischl, my Artnet colleague Jerry Saltz, jewelry designer Amanda Knight, architect Raelene Gorum and artist Su-en Wong.

"My father lived in Turkey with us for four years," Amy told us, "when I was eight years old, he took me to see the Whirling Dervish, which has stuck in my mind ever since." Now that Amy is pushing 40, her longtime fans continue to be mesmerized by her shaman-like obsession with drawing. Working on wall-sized panels of heavy paper, which recall the rigors of Leonardo's Codex Leicester, Amy manipulates each papyrus for up to two years with a mixture of Sufi mysticism and the equations of her father, a renowned particle physicist.

"I'm not that smart," Amy told us. "Charlie, I'm just a conduit."

Now Amy may be equivalently beautiful to a thousand blonde actresses, but her deeply penetrating azure eyes, the artist's windows, expose her.

It's hard to imagine that six large drawings at Danese would be worth $25,000 apiece, but each is a bargain.

"I taught her at the Art Institute of Chicago," Jerry Saltz told us. "I think she's brilliant."

Gallery owner Renato Danese concurred. "Amy brings together microscopic perfection with the infinite universe."

Myers works unconsciously, deliberately and rationally.

"No mark that I make," Amy asserts, "is random."

Often she leaves the mathematical equations, which form algorithms, then parabolas, on her thick parchment, as teasers for ignorant viewers such as we, who find Darth Vaders, bee stings, ceolocanth fossils and the spines of mammals pulsing in Amy's dark vision.

Yet, no woman we know, or man, is more personable, Hollywood style, nor more benign.

If you come to Feigen Contemporary, May 29, 6-9, for the group show "OnLine," curated by George Negroponte, Robert Storr and your scribe, at 535 West 20th Street, in which the genius Amy Myers is also well-represented, perhaps you, dear reader, can solve the conundrum for us.

In the meantime, journey to Danese.


CHARLIE FINCH is co-author of Most Art Sucks: Five Years of Coagula (Smart Art Press).