Not Just Nude Photos That Make You Think

When David Shelton moved to 4411 Montrose, the timing was right for Sarah Sudhoff, an accomplished artist whose medium is photography and who recently served as director of Houston Center for Photography. Ready to leave the nonprofit world, the soft-spoken but tenacious Sudhoff soon signed a lease on the 900-square-foot space in the historic Isabella Court complex, and Capsule Gallery was born.

The name is an homage to Sudhoff’s upbringing in Cape Canaveral and her lineage as the daughter and granddaughter of Navy pilots, plus her own yet-to-be-realized obsession with becoming an astronaut. Capsule’s first show introduced a program that alternates avant-garde photography with museum-worthy contemporary craft, tilted towards studio jewelry. (Sudhoff’s husband, Gary Schott, is a recent Houston Center for Contemporary Craft resident, and a possible show for his work is being discussed.)

It’s promising to have a gallery again promoting this media after Goldesberry shuttered, but what we’re most excited about is Capsule’s photography emphasis. This month, Brooklyn-based Alison Brady’s disquieting nudes, cavorting and posed in all sorts of strange domestic scenarios, introduce a wicked Surrealism in keeping with Sudhoff’s own edge as a photographer. (Brady’s solo, “I’ve Lost Myself Completely,” through May 14) Capsule Gallery, 3909 Main St., 713.807.7065