Fierman

I write these musings on the occasion of A Portrait of Me Surrounding All of You , an exhibition commemorating ten years of FIERMAN, a space I have publicly proclaimed to devote to the overlooked, the marginal, to the push-pull of intimacy and emotion. The title is borrowed from Nyla Isaac’s 2024 solo show. At its best a gallery is a self-portrait revealed over time, a cryptic unveiling in bi-monthly installments of the principal’s inner world. Inner worlds are notoriously shifty places and gallerists notoriously adventurous individuals, open to influence while hewing to an inscrutable internal logic. FIERMAN the gallery has for ten years circled around the complex desire to be seen and known and the discomfort that desire produces; lush beauty abutting frenetic anxiety, confirmation that yes we are indeed okay, set to a jangly rhythm.