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I was sitting at one of the long wooden tables at the Fales archives in front of a pile of forgotten bills, birthday cards, and letters when I found the envelope addressed to 101 Stanton. For a decade, I’d endured unreliable heat and potentially murderous landlords at 101 stanton. So it seemed had Zoe Leonard…
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There’s something primal about losing yourself in an orgy of expression, unsure where you end and begin. The rhythmic shouts thrumming in your body and blood. When all of it is working together to produce a shared sense of us-ness. A sonic ocean eroding your sense of the solitary, resounding in a universal language of…
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Throbbing bass and dim lighting form a backdrop for the waves of humanity crashing into each other in the space at the foot of the stage. An ocean eroding a beach, the small crowd sings along. The call/response format as the lead singer proffered the mic to the audience…reminds me of a southern spiritual, or…
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When I drop by Alannah Farrell’s studio space, in the upper reaches of 4 World Trade Center, after spending 45 minutes getting lost in the financial district, I have to show a government issued ID to the security guard downstairs. In a lot of ways the space, donated for artists to use by Silverstein Properties…
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The glazed stoneware rosettes forming the frame surrounding Stephanie Temma Hier’s painting Her Psychology Today resemble frosting more than anything else. They have the same wooden, stiff, painted-on presence that a thick sugary can of Pillsbury would. The unusual frame would stand out in most white-walled Soho gallery spaces, but in the front room of…
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It is 1954. A woman is driving down the pacific coast highway. She stops at Pamona college, drops into an art show, and buys a work of art and begins writing about the local scene. It is 1971. A man is in a room, on a platform, 14 feet above the floor. He screams into…
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“[S]tereotypes are the west’s stunning sexual personae, the vehicles of art’s assault against nature. The moment there is imagination, there is myth. We may have to accept an ethical cleavage between art and reality, tolerating horrors, rapes, and mutilations in art that we would not tolerate in society. For art is our message from the…
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OLEK, Frances Goodman and Ruby Neri In an former ironworks in Avesta Sweden, visitors to Verket walked over and inside of a partially decayed two room structure completely covered in crocheted flowers, glittering rhinestones, and references to feminine allure spelled out in infinite intricate stitches—a piece by the artist known as OLEK. In New York…
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Frankie Rice’s The Arches is at once a dirge and a love song, in a way that a discussion of sex and death can only be in 2019. Including works created at various points over the last twelve years, Rice invites the viewer to peer through a series of figurative windows, sharing brief glimpses of…
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One is tempted to define Caravaggio simply in opposition to the academic theories of technique in vogue at the time—and certainly many of the most obvious ways in which he deviates from accepted stylistic tradition, most notably his insistence on painting directly from live models even when dealing with a complex multi-figure composition, do seem…
