Contact

Hello! You can reach me by e-mail me at hello at julieevanoff dot com. I don’t have titles and details on each image, but I am happy to provide them and/or higher resolution images. Also feel free to contact me about acquiring works. Thanks!

Bio

Julie Evanoff is a Brooklyn/Queens based artist who works in drawing, printmaking, animation, and sculpture. Her work has been included in several exhibitions including: Ulrike Müller’s Raw/Cooked, The Brooklyn Museum; Collapse, MSU Art Gallery; Julie Evanoff: in between, The Art Institute of Tucson; and Stories real and vividly imagined, Gallery Niklas Belenius, Stockholm, Sweden. She received her MFA from Mason Gross School of the Arts, Rutgers University.


EDUCATION

2005 – MFA Visual Art, Mason Gross School of the Arts, Rutgers University, NJ
1997 – BFA Painting and Printmaking, University Of Washington, Seattle, WA


CO-FOUNDER/DIRECTOR OF TRI-TRY-AGAIN ARTIST/MAKER SPACE AND RESIDENCY

2016-present – Co-founded and co-direct a collective studio/shop and residency in Ridgewood, Queens. Along with artists and makers who have long-term spaces, every summer, using an open application, we offer four artists free workspace, wood and metal shop lessons, group studio visits, and community for 8 weeks.


EXHIBITIONS

2017
The Tool Book Project, curated by Sarah G. Sharp, participating artist
2015
Animation for physics documentary film, The Theory of Everything
Workshop981, Julie Evanoff: Planetscapes
2014
The Visual Arts Center Mississippi State University, Collapse
2013
Brooklyn, NY, Come Together: Surviving Sandy, participating artist
Brooklyn Museum, Ulrike Müller’s Raw/Cooked, participating artist
2012 
The Invisible Dog, If you see nothing say something, Brooklyn, NY2010
The Gallery At The Art Institute Of Tucson, Julie Evanoff: In Between
2009
Gallery Niklas Belenius, Stories real and vividly imagined, Stockholm, Sweden

Artist Statement

I build things up. I break things down. I do it again. 

My hand is the throughline in all of my work: drawings, prints, animations, and sculpture.

I draw, driven by the need to scrawl with force and intensity. I do it again. With 6B pencils onto toothy paper. I press hard. I erase. I break things down. I build things up. I do it again.

I draw human/animal hybrid characters that look like futuristic chimera, children’s nightmares, ancient gods, women gargoyles. They hold, confront, and bite each other. 

Sometimes I add colored pencils or markers. I build things up.

I make relief carvings. And sculptures. I work with wood. I work with wood that’s had a hard life holding water at the top of buildings in the New York skyline, wood that’s been tromped on by ten thousand feet in Coney Island, wood that’s ready to retire. I chew at this wood with chisels and saws. 

I cut out shapes, mostly angular: five sided heads, strong arms, beaks, a dozen legs, a hundred ears, jaws with teeth. I break things down. I sand. I build things up. I stain. I oil. The rough and the detailed. I do it again. 

I swap the arms the legs the beaks the heads. Another beak a third beak a forth beak the right beak. Frankensteining them until I recognize the monster on the bench as the monster in my head.

Some have wheels and roll. Some have nice toes. Heads spin. Eyes light up. The chomping rhino, the minimalist hippo, the stacking turtles, the elephant with a magnetic tail, the feminist cyborg with copper tits, the robot with light-up eyes: kids play with them, I do too.

I build things up. I break things down. I do it again. 

I make screen prints. 

I build things up. I start with geometry. I start with the square. I add a circle. I do it again. I squeegee ink onto the paper through the stencil. I add my hand. I overlap. I juxtapose. I assemble shapes until there is a planetscape of an alien world. Feminst Geometry. I do it again. I hold the paper, somewhat bent and worse with ware. There’s my hand. Always my hand. I end up with almost a square. I end up with a planet where the laws of geometry are slightly different. Feminst Geometry.

I break things down. I squeegee more ink. Noise patterns, unruly beasts, raucous birds, a menagerie of id behind sprocket holes of make-believe film. 

I make animations. I draw a picture on a piece of paper. I take a picture of that picture. I erase that picture on that piece of paper. I draw another picture on that piece of paper. I take another picture of that picture. I do it again. You can see the worn marks. I do it again.

I build things up. I break things down. I do it again.