Crash brings a perspective that suggests Bridgeport more than Southport. That’s what makes his presence on Pequot Avenue all the more delicious. I mean, all the more chill.
Crash, who has also shown at the Walsh Gallery at Fairfield U., where his daughter has studied, is described by the Southport Gallery thusly: “Each hyper-surreal image deconstructs the pictorial plane creating a visual field of super heroes and pop references elegantly synthesized into a mind-blowing vortex.”
Crash began as a Puerto Rican teen in the train yards of the 1970s South Bronx where he spray painted on subway cars and building. He went on to showing in galleries, but that graffiti aesthetic remains. It’s served him well, getting commissions from the Twyla Tharp dance group (1981), Casino de Ibizia (1992), the Wildlife Conservation Society at the Bronx Zoo (1994) and Esplanade in Singapore (2005).
Crash told a packed house at his opening reception last week that his nickname stuck after causing a glitch that affected his school’s computer system. Today, his works are in the permanent collection of the Museum of Modern Art; the Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam; the Museum Boymans-van Beuninger, Rotterdam; and in several private collections.
The show, “Crash: 25 Years of Prints,” runs through Monday, March 28.