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Art Students’ League, New York, New York


Parsons School of Design, New York, New York





Westbund Art & Design, Shanghai, China

Context Art Miami, Miami, FL

Crossing Art Gallery, NYC, NY


MAC Fine Art, Miami, FL



MAC Fine Art, Fort Lauderdale, FL

Gottling Gallery, Palm Springs, CA

Castelli Art Space, Culver City, CA



Glenn Dallas Gallery, Santa Barbara, CA

Castelli Art Space, Culver City, CA

MAC Fine Art, Fort Lauderdale, FL



Artspace Gallery, Los Angeles, CA



Stark Kikuchi Gallery, Venice, CA



Stark Kikuchi Gallery, Venice, CA



Stark Kikuchi Gallery, Venice, CA



Stark Kikuchi Gallery, Venice, CA



The Hunter Gallery, Hollywood, CA



Stark Kikuchi Gallery, Venice, CA



Designer Services Group, Culver City, CA



L.A. Lofts, Hollywood, CA



Gallerie Tatou, Beverly Hills, CA



Todd Gordon Gallery, Los Angeles, CA



Todd Gordon Gallery, Los Angeles, CA



Market Street Gallery, Venice, CA



Beijing Contemporary Art Expo

Crossing Art Collective

Beijing, China



Shenzhen Art Fair, Shenzhen, China

Westbund Art Fair, Shanghai, China

MAC Fine Art, Power Painters, Delray, FL


MAC Fine Art, Fort Lauderdale, FL

Artspace Gallery, Los Angeles, CA

MAC Fine Art, Jupiter, FL


MAC Fine Art, Fort Lauderdale, FL

Wynwood Art Festival, Miami, FL

Artspace Gallery, Los Angeles, CA


MAC Fine Art, Jupiter, FL

Artspace Gallery, Los Angeles, CA

Palm Springs Art Fair, Palm Springs, CA


New York/ Affordable Art Fair

Palm Springs Art Fair, Palm Springs, CA

Artspace Gallery, Los Angeles, CA


Shockboxx Gallery, Hermosa Beach, CA


Group Show, St. Peter in der Au, Austria


Henry Fonda Theatre, Hollywood, Ca


2015 ​

LAMA - Los Angeles Modern Auction House


Arnold Schwarzenegger, Beverly Hills, CA Adrien Brody, Beverly Hills, CA

Howard Shatzky, Los Angeles, CA

Thomas Heinzel, Dusseldorf, Germany Matthias Wirth, Lambsheim, Germany

Kayser & Thorsen ApS, Vordingborg, Denmark Dr. Markus Himmels, Dusseldorf, Germany Mickey Rourke, Brooklyn, NY

David & Beverly Wertheimer, Bel Air, CA June Binder, Miami, FL

Jules Haimovitz, Beverly Hills, CA

Tom Jones, Beverly Hills, CA

Mr. & Mrs. Emerson Glazer, Beverly Hills, CA Meshulam Riklis, Tel Aviv, Israel

Soo Wook Lee, Bondam Wangrim, South Korea KrauserDan,CiteŚteen27,Luxembourg

Mark Miller, Laguna Niguel, CA
 Michael & Linda Rait, NYC, NY
 Yossi Dina, Malibu, CA

Paul Marciano, Beverly Hills, CA
 The Tommie Hotel, Hollywood. CA
 Reuven Oded, Palm Beach, FLA
 Rafal S, Bronx, NY

Nancy Ganz, East Hampton, NY
 Autumn Reeser, Los Angeles, CA
 Doug Ellin, Beverly Hills, CA

Rob Weiss, Hollywood Hills, CA

Angus Mitchell, Beverly Hills, CA
 Terence Trent D’Arby, Los Angeles, CA
 Randy Spendlove, Beverly Hills, CA
 Steve Ferraro, Los Angeles, CA

David & Nancy First, Long Island, NY

Steve Glazer, Westwood, CA

Ben Stark & Michelle Kikuchi, Culver City, LA
 Dani Brener, Tel Aviv, Israel

Jim Campbell, Dallas, TX

Thomas Ming, Dallas, TX

Sam & Orit Messica, Beverly Hills, CA
 Ron Fair, Los Angeles, CA

Kenneth & Mimi Griswold, Hollywood, CA
 Mark Lamonica, Alta Dena, CA

Paul Shulze, NYC, NY

Richard Goldstein, Beverly Hills, CA

Howard & Leanne Kay, Boca Raton, FLA

Ari & Hani Fisher, Beverly Hills, CA

Richard Lawson & Tina Knowles, Los Angeles, CA Claude & Helene Roux, Cannes, France

Marco Flamenbaum, Paris, France

Milton & Ruth Rothstein, Palm Beach, FLA

Todd Vitti, Hollywood, CA Gary Gold, Nashville, TN
 Griff & Angela Furst, Thousand Oaks, CA
Lenny Harrington, NYC, NY

Phil Maloof, Beverly Hills, CA

Steve Ferraro, Los Angeles, CA

Steve Glazer, Los Angeles, CA



Tales of Bruce Rubenstein...

Bruce Rubenstein was born and raised in New York. He moved to Los Angeles in ’85 where he currently resides with his wife and two daughters.

I’m here to let you know that Bruce Rubenstein is still at it. Forty years later. Still making art, and still making challenges for viewers (and reviewers) who like to pigeon-hole and oversimplify artists and their work, putting them into categories that are easy to deal with. Well, Rubenstein won’t stand for this. His artwork will always sneak away from categories, running away around to the back door and upstairs to the roof, or back to his studio, where they will tattle on categorizers to Bruce himself. And deservedly so. It doesn't work.

I was going to say that his artwork defies regional categorization, but frankly, that doesn’t mean as much as it once did. Rubenstein himself, despite his years in California, seems very much still a New Yorker. He has a kind of nervous edge that you see in people on the NYC subway platform, late for work with no train in sight. But this is an honest, open nervousness, based less on angst and anger, than on simply wanting to get where one is going and on wanting to be part of all that's happening in that big, congested, magical City.


After looking at a good number of his paintings, I thought back to the past, to the shapes of Gorky, Arp, Tinguely, Miro and others of this ilk, seeing similarities of line and form. But it quickly became apparent that there were huge conceptual differences, that Rubenstein is not so much an abstract painter, but rather he just utilizes some of the same shapes as those gentlemen. What he does with them is completely different, giving them dimension, making them look not like flat planes, but rather organic shapes. Why would he do this and where does it lead? Is it because he doesn’t ‘feel’ abstractly; because he wants things to have particular shapes and structures?

His forms venture along sinuously, just as the stem of a giant vine snakes along a jungle floor, leading to explorations of its structure from one branching leaf bud to another. I even had visions about grabbing this vine and trying to pull it out straight, just to spite its natural convolutions. Makes me think of the Amazon snake-hunters I encountered in Peru who stretched out captured boa constrictors just to measure them and see how long they had grown. But you can only do that with a dead snake, and Rubenstein’s paintings are anything but dead.

Investigating further into his work, many more objects in different media seemed to emerge and unfold like sudden flowers assemblages, collages, three-dimensional wall hanging pieces. Now, even more, was happening! With these additions to the oeuvre, these other creative objects to consider, the idea of using a particular medium to reference his work was utterly undermined. But instead of feeling confused about this struggle to analyze his work, I started to feel free. Much freer! What's more freeing to see than an artist putting many different media to work, throwing out ideas, sending them leaping around, circling in the air above his head, dancing like birds as they flutter in the blue sky and fresh air? Then, suddenly, I had an answer. At last, in a video interview with him, he said so very casually the one thing that made it all click for me: that each of his works is a story. This is as simple and basic as it gets. This is what made superfluous all the analytical gyrations.

He laid it out, and it became clear. Forget the overanalyzing. All that has to happen is this: we sit down in the chair where we belong, Rubenstein the storyteller stands up in front of us, and in his New York accent, begins the telling of tales. He begins to weave his associations, connections, evocations, as only a true storyteller can. What’s more natural than tales told among one’s fellow humans? Like with the neighborhood guy you always run into by the deli on the corner, in any of hundreds of neighborhoods in Brooklyn, the Bronx, or wherever, who grabs you for his audience and won’t let go, this is the face-to-face storytelling encounter. This is the part of New York that is so inherent, (and not always easily encountered in California), which is in the deepest part of Rubenstein’s makeup. Of course, the stories emerge not just from his two dimensional wall works. He probably has rooms full of sculptures somewhere that he doesn’t let just anyone see; those are some very special stories, and you have to be ready. And even more adventures beckon, at night in the City. Imagine screenplays? Oh, sure, he has…

In fact, in 1995, Rubenstein wrote a semi-autobiographical film about a struggling artist called “Bullet,” which starred Adrien Brody and Mickey Rourke, both of whom are among his private collectors.

One filmed sequence of his involves the artist, Ruby, portrayed by Adrien Brody, rappelling off the side of a building in the middle of the night to paint a huge piece of artwork on its windowless flank. (Our storyteller will gladly make this daring extra effort to tell you this particular story.) In the film, when the police arrive to enforce their categorical legalizations, compartmentalizations, and limitations on his process, Ruby refuses. High above them, out of reach, he just climbs back up his rope to the top of the building and gleefully waves a middle finger at the frustrated and helpless officers down below, before disappearing behind the parapet..... That’s the image of The Storyteller Bruce Rubenstein that I like the best. He is an Artist, and that means someone who cannot restrain the flow of ideas. He is someone who they just burst out of, who cannot help but communicate, and who sees no reason to stop. He’s a man not limited by media to communicate the stories that he needs to (and must) tell, through any medium he feels necessary. When I kept encountering more and more of the styles and layers in his work, two names came to mind: Gerhard Richter and Pablo Picasso. Like them, more media only gives him more and more opportunities to communicate and tell his stories. He is like this because he just can’t help it. His paintings are so large and unrestrained because the stories are larger-than-life. He can’t confine himself to small canvases or the sides of small garages. He needs the whole wall of the whole building. The world is so big for him; he’s got to communicate all of its size and complexity. And looking at mere photos of his work seems far too limiting, for they are inadequate to convey the massive words and stories that tumble out.

Maybe the only solution is to just get a plane ticket to Los Angeles and go look him up at his studio and see the work in person, experience all of it. But knowing Bruce, when you get there, he might just be temporarily missing from his studio, maybe out in the middle of the Mojave Desert with a new collection of bulldozers and earth moving machinery, carving shapes into the Earth, since he feels he has stories to tell about moving the Earth around. Good, I hope so. Or maybe it’s the Earth that's telling him the stories. Either way, because I’d be happy to wait there at his studio door for him, with a cold beer or two for when he gets back...

Bruce Rubenstein is going to have more stories to tell, after all...

—David Rodgers

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