Monthly Archives: July 2015

Thursday 07/30 2015
The Trees Speak for Themselves

“A sculptural departure from her usual two dimensions, these trees are equal parts memorial and physical polemics. Fosberg’s trees talk as well, mercifully avoiding the tie-dyed tautologies which can plague eco-centric works and hitting, instead, with an acerbic, borderline gallows humor befitting of things which live to be cut down. The missives come radiating from the wounds, pithy and cruel. “Ouch,” simply reads one; another blithely recounts its death, “Fast trip, long drop,” while the observer is reassured that “Youre [sic] my favorite kind of lie,” cold comfort from the talking dead. “What you hate, deserves it,” one of the hollowed remains assures us, the most prominent edge of Fosberg’s happy knife.”

Read the rest of my review of Lora Fosberg’s Linda Warren Projects exhibition More Trees Please in Newcity

Wednesday 07/15 2015
Blood Space

“The blood is voltaic, salt and copper and life and death, flowing fast and high around the fever dream haemalducts of Edie Fake’s The Blood Bank, imbued with a passionate glow which seems to radiate in juxtaposition with the cold, flat surfaces—marble? tile? stone?—which constitute its flowing surface, a room of stately and imposingly beautiful columns and arches, its facade shot through with sharp geometry, like a thousand black shark’s teeth on pallid sand, the columns topped with ornate weeping bull’s eyes; a dazzling array of colors—rococo patterns formed from tiles the color of salmon and toothpaste, bands of claret and powder blue, jade and bubblegum, lace of electric orange-red—is lost to the eye by the great flowing blood’s final destination, a pool fit for a Bathory, its deep center a rich bordeaux, fed by the blood flowing through the veins around the room’s ceiling, flowing hot—like lava around the edge of a caldera—hot in color and consequence, biologically and ethically, burning in memory with fear, anger, paranoia, colored the red of passion and hazard both … “

Read more of my review of Edie Fake’s Western Exhibitions show at New American Paintings

Tuesday 07/14 2015
Monday 07/6 2015
A Simulacrum Sunset

“There’s an unmistakeable vibe on Active Child’s Mercy – insouciant and imperious, with Pat Grossi singing in a rich Michael McDonald-esque upper register over shimmering plastic guitars.  The group began as a solemn project, a choirboy playing harp and singing in a feather-delicate voice over clicks, but as the project has drifted, Grossi has explored more escapist sounds. Mercy, surprisingly, feels like the soundtrack to a beach that is never too far away, so the taste of salt is still on your tongue.  It sounds like…yacht rock.”

Read the rest of the review of Active Child’s Mercy at Pitchfork