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Sean Scully

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Sean Scully

48

LongHouse welcomes the world-renowned Irish American artist Sean Scully into the garden with his colored stack entitled 48, 2024, a work that epitomizes his deliberate use of stripes and color, with gestures toward land, sea, and sky. Scully transforms the rigid geometry of the stripe and the grid into a profound visual language of emotion, history, and light. His poem(below), Color, captures this essence. LongHouse celebrates Scully as an explorer of the human spirit.

48, 2024, was included in the exhibition, Sean Scully: Broadway Shuffle, in New York City in 2024, organized by The Broadway Mall Association, in partnership with NYC Parks’ Art in the Parks program and Lisson Gallery, with assistance from the Lincoln Square Business Improvement District.

Declared the “greatest abstract painter alive,” by The Guardian, Dublin-Born Scully moved from London to New York in 1975 then spent a summer in Montauk in 1982, shifting the paradigm in abstraction from minimalism to emotional abstraction. His work navigates the elemental relationships that comprise our world; embracing nature and life. Scully works with a variety of diverse media beyond painting, including printmaking, watercolor, pastel and sculpture, developing a style over the past five decades that is uniquely his own, and which even now is still experimental. Scully exhibits extensively and is collected by major museums worldwide.

On view April 18, 2026 through December 24, 2028

Photos © Philippe Cheng
© Sean Scully; Courtesy of Lisson Gallery

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Color

That color
that’s the color
The brown blue
The color of you, your sweater
When we met that blue day
That turned green as
We lay in the grass.
That other type of green made by
The sun coming through the body
Of its blades,
Playing on your face all yellow
All pink all brown.
You were rolling around and round
Laughter turned me orange
And hungry, hungry we were
For each other
Bundled up in Red.
We entered
The dark red, of full love.
We married black and white.
And then
We nurtured it
With every grey in the big arc
Of the sky.

- Sean Scully, October 15.24