A home can mean many things. Some people see it as a refuge that offers protection from the elements, others feel it's a place to enjoy a meal with family and friends, and even others use it as a space to express themselves and their personalities. For Chuck Connelly, it is what and where he paints.
For East Oak Lane, his recent show at DFN Gallery in New York City, Connelly exhibited canvases of the interior of his North Philadelphia house and the exteriors of neighboring residences. Rendered in thick brush strokes and richly colored oils, the paintings document his decor and his singular obsession—his art. In his house and in his work, his canvases are everywhere: stacked against the walls, leaning on the fireplace, and even framing the edge of the bathroom door.
Connelly complains his home has too many windows and not enough wall space. He moved to the 115-year-old, three-story dwelling to get away from the distractions of New York City so he could concentrate on his work; he says he appreciates that he has more time to paint, but finds himself missing the sense of community and the liveliness of his former locale. For Connelly, his home is “a cozy cave, a work place, a crash pad, an entertainment unit, my jail, and my freedom.” —Susan Weiman, assistant to the editor-in-chief