Finding Art Miles Away From the Expected


About four years ago I followed an emailed invitation to an art gallery in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, not entirely expecting to find curious, provocative, contemporary work in that neighborhood, but I did. Now I return regularly to find that art again and again at FiveMyles gallery.

I may not have otherwise come to know Heather Holden, Shervone Neckles, Deborah Singletary, Adama Delphine Fawundu, Francks Deceus and Roya Amigh. I received that solicitation at a time when I was just starting out as a staff writer for Hyperallergic, learning the contours of the New York City art scene. I was drawn to FiveMyles — the oldest still-running gallery in Crown Heights — by images of an exhibition of drawings by Amigh, “In my sleep I migrate back,” in 2017. I witnessed combinations of glued sheets of lace, dried flowers, cardboard, and translucent, handmade paper interspersed with pieces of thread glued onto these substrates to form words and human figures. It was a revelation to see these materials that might make up a teenager’s keepsake journal placed in intuitive combinations that told stories which were fragmentary and intimate, yet also evocative of the history of the artist’s Persian ancestors. It is not an accident that this type of work is shown here.

The gallery director, Hanne Tierney, is herself a puppeteer and a performer who makes work that conveys narratives through a combination of installation, lighting, music and her choreographed movement of anthropomorphized costumes and objects — what Tierney describes as “a theater without actors.” It is also no coincidence that the majority of shows I have seen at FiveMyles consist of the work of middle-aged women and women of color. As Tierney tells me: “There is so much soul and heart in the women’s shows in a different way.”

When I ask her to elaborate on why she shows the particular artists she does, she says: “You know, the people who go to Chelsea, they don’t know there’s another identity that is making art, not like we’ve done it for thousands of years. Since a lot of Black artists do show work at FiveMyles, I’m trying to make these other people come in and see the work they don’t have access to, work that is being done from another identity, from another sense of being, from another sense of importance.”

Tierney’s own identity has been in flux. Originally from East Germany, she arrived in the United States in 1959 at age 19, hired as an au pair. She was hoping to reinvent herself away from a region still riven by war. She became an artist and eventually a gallerist; however, she describes herself to me first as a failed writer: “I realized I wasn’t really good enough like George Eliot and it brought me to like three-dimensional writing, and that brought me eventually to puppetry.”

Tierney first came to the space that would become FiveMyles in 1999, after her mentor and friend, the sculptor Herbert Ferber, purchased it to store his work. Tierney used the unoccupied part to make her own work, also thinking that her son, Myles Tierney, who was then a television producer for The Associated Press, and based in Nairobi, might use the space as an editing suite. Her son, the fifth in a line of men in her family named Myles, was shot and killed in Freetown, Sierra Leone, in January 1999. Thereafter, Tierney named the space FiveMyles and began using it to host performances.

Though Tierney has had a home in SoHo for the past 50 years, she cultivates the arts community in Crown Heights. In the past few years the local community has changed significantly. According to The Observer, between 2000 and 2015, northern Crown Heights and Prospect Lefferts Gardens have experienced a 205 percent increase in white residents, and a 23 percent decrease in Black residents. At the same time, the number of businesses in Crown Heights increased from about 1,000 to 1,970.

Tierney grieves this change and hopes that her gallery can serve as both an anchor and a beacon for the neighborhood. “It was a very established community where people married each other, had children with each other, and whenever somebody died, there was a memorial service at FiveMyles,” she said. “It was a community that had established itself. Young people in Manhattan want to live cheaply, and start moving in, the landlords see there’s a little extra money to be made because they’re more financially viable, so it just kind of really ruined this community. FiveMyles is kind of like a little rescue station.”

Its annual budget, $160,000, comes mostly from a mix of grants bestowed by several funding bodies including the New York State Council for the Arts and the Andy Warhol Foundation. Tierney says a majority of it goes to artists and salaries for its small staff of four (including herself), and for installations like the current one, “Four Artists: Two Painters, Two Sculptors.” This show, too, is representative of FiveMyles’ aspirations: It pairs Kathleen Maximin, a mostly self-taught, Black woman painter from St. Lucia, with Michael Filan, an older, white male artist educated at Pratt Institute, who both meet in their earnest investigation of the expressive potential of abstraction. The exhibition contrasts that painterly exuberance with quiet pieces of stoneware that favor human figures by Gerard McCarthy and painted steel by Gunnar Theel that resemble domiciles. All together they give us a picture of a community that Tierney says she wants to nurture: colorful, unexpected, heterogenous.


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