Tony Cox's nomadic gallery lands in an unassuming second-floor space. The grit feels intentional.
Second floor. A walk-up on the Bowery. No sign outside. Club Rhubarb, the nomadic project run by curator Tony Cox, opened its latest iteration last week in a space that could pass for a sublet.
The project has no fixed address by design. Cox moves it between borrowed rooms, temporary leases, spaces that won't hold a show for more than six weeks. This one sits above a shuttered storefront, entry through a side door most people walk past. The current exhibition runs through mid-June.
Inside: raw walls, unfinished floors, work hung salon-style without uniform lighting. The installation reads less curated, more accumulated. Cox has been running Club Rhubarb for three years, always in spaces the art world hasn't colonized yet. This Bowery address feels like the last one before the neighborhood tips.
The work itself skews toward emerging names and artists working outside traditional gallery circuits. No wall text. No press release posted. Visitors who find the space tend to know someone who knows Cox, or they saw a single Instagram story with the address and a time window.
The grit isn't accidental. Cox has said in past interviews that he's interested in presenting work the way it looked in studios before gallerists cleaned it up. The Bowery location delivers on that. The space has the texture of somewhere artists actually work, not where collectors browse.
Club Rhubarb closes June 14. After that, Cox moves again. He hasn't said where.
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