When I first heard of the pairing of Ray Metzker and Pat Steir in two one-person shows at Locks Gallery this month and through part of the next, it struck me as a safe decision, a win-win for the gallery.
Having since lingered over both shows, though, I've discovered that the timing of these two exhibitions together offers much more than I'd anticipated: A felicitous opportunity to see the poetry of chance in art-making through two different mediums and sensibilities.
In the downstairs gallery, Metzker's small, quiet, black-and-white photographs of a solitary, often nocturnal Philadelphia of the 1960s and his recent images of reflections of trees on parked cars in this city capture fleeting, anonymous moments forever gone. (Philadelphians who remember their city from the '60s will feel a twinge of nostalgia on seeing Metzker's vintage prints.)