

Peter Blum Gallery unfolds the way only a New York secret can. Imagine a loft carved into intimate rooms, where arched windows soften the light above worn wooden floors and clicking radiators. During the San Gennaro festival each September, you can watch the Ferris wheel turn through the front window.
The gallery shows artists who treat raw, industrial, and geological materials with reverence. A shared fascination with sacred geometry, repetition, and intellectual and sensory systems keeps the work in dialogue across time.
You’ll find minerals elevated into sculpture, branches reimagined as form, and grids that pulse with color and quiet feeling. Different materials, different generations of artists reaching for the essence of things. The result? Work that tends not to age.
Swiss-born dealer Peter Blum began his career in 1971 in Basel, where he worked with Galerie Beyeler and modern masters. In the early 1980s, seeing Einstein on the Beach — an experimental opera by Robert Wilson, Philip Glass, and Lucinda Childs — lured him to New York City. He started a series of “artist in a box” editions inspired by Marcel Duchamp’s Boîte-en-valise and cofounded Parkett, one of the most influential contemporary art journals of the era. He opened his gallery in 1993, showing Yayoi Kusama, Francesco Clemente, and Robert Ryman. The gallery settled on Grand Street in 2017 and is now led by his son, David Blum.

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