Christopher Bucklow's "Guest [P.S.] 3:03 p.m., 18th November, 1995" is part of "Body and Soul," presented by Deborah Ronnen Fine Art through December 15. Credit: PHOTO PROVIDED

Every so often, art collector and dealer Deborah Ronnen and her assistant Jen Burger pull together a
showcase of work to exhibit at Deborah Ronnen Fine Art.
Ronnen is dedicated to introducing Rochester
audiences — and collectors — to work by artists they might not otherwise encounter. The current show
on view, “Body and Soul,” is a smart grouping of prints and photographs that
explore the physical, emotional, and spiritual terrains that humans occupy.

“Each of the pieces are expressions of where body and soul
meet,” Ronnen says.

Ronnen and Burger began building
the show from a work by Hank Willis Thomas, titled “Your Skin Has the Power to
Protect You.” The photo depicts a sort of tessellation of human legs, each bent
at the knee and forming a mountaintop shape within the greater wall of flesh. The wave of variation in skin tone
within the pattern is pleasing to the eye, almost mesmerizing. But as with much
of Thomas’s work, meaning reaches beyond skin-deep, and alludes to discussions
of race. The title not only acknowledges the fact that our fragile hides are crucial
in keeping germs out, it also refers the role that the degree of pigmentation plays
in protecting the owner.

“My Ghost,” by Adam Fuss, is a large-scale photogram of a christening
gown, bereft of a body. The gown itself is like a specter, floating ephemerally in
a dark field. Through the haunting suggestion of the form, the work silently
speaks of the line between the known and the unknowable.

“His entire oeuvre is devoted to questions of life and death,”
Ronnen says.

Lovely and unsettling, “My Ghost” spotlights the care that
went into the creation of the lacey garment, and into the fragile little life
that is not present.

Christopher Bucklow’s poignant work “Guest
[P.S.] 3:03 p.m., 18th November, 1995″ is of a glittering human silhouette against
a glowing blue sky. This simple yet engaging image whispers quite a profound
concept. Bucklow’s prints of
his “Guest” series were created through a photographic method of his own
design. He captures his models using a large crate-sized pinhole camera with
more than 25,000 holes, resulting in a constellation of light forming a human
apparition. So what we see are 25,000 tiny suns — or days — contained within
each figure. This is the equivalent of the approximately seventy solar years
each human being is a guest on this planet.

Far more concrete is the form presented in Michal RonnenSafdie’s subtle “BTR 6 (Trees),”
from a series of photographs of trees that have been cropped and reoriented. Here,
the gentle curves of the trunk are flipped upside down so that the branches
stretch downward, as though they are slender legs covered in scarred skin. A
sinewy branch to the right suggests an arm caught in an elegant gesture.

Four of Angelika Krinzinger’s “Untitled”
images from her “Body Details” series present visceral, intense glimpses of
human flesh on flesh. The tiny photos — 3.5 inches by 4.5 inches each — are ambiguous
and seductive, pairing hands and lips with other bits.

“They’re meant to be provocative, and I think she’s talking
about androgyny, too,” Ronnen says. The viewer can
guess at gender based on hints at hair or shapely details, but the truth is
teasingly unclear.

Krinzinger’s spotlight on the vivid,
alive hues of flesh and her use of such a small scale are magnetic, pulling the
viewer into intimate proximity with the anonymous subjects.

Two photos by Nicholas Nixon also deal in proximity and
intimacy, but here, between the photographer and his wife. In each image, both
titled “Bebe and I, Brookline,” a deep communion
between the older couple, imperfections and all, is revealed in cropped
glimpses and grayscale. One image is framed above and below by Nixon’s arms,
which wrap firmly about Bebe’s naked torso. The other
is a close crop of their faces, with eyes locked together in a different sort
of embrace. This vision of unbreakable intimacy, no doubt hard-earned over time, is inspiring in its implied solidarity.

In her large scale photo, “Diorlywood,”
Marilyn Minter contrasts rhinestones with grime and urges a bit of discomfort
from her audience. The larger-than-life photo depicts the back of a woman’s
rhinestone-encrusted Dior shoe, her heel balanced on a tilted, wet surface, and
her flesh smudged in grease and dirty.

The series is about “photographing the underbelly of life for
certain women,” Ronnen says. Her subjects’ ornaments
are no shield against the world. By juxtaposing filth with glamor in her photos
and paintings, Minter asks the viewer to consider the gritty and vulnerable side
of that alluring world of women-as-products.