Glimmers of a meeting between past, present and future versions of ourselves depicted as shells and surfaces.
You are amongst trees that grow through concrete.
Parents: The left hand the right hand
5. You should message this exhibition if…
You’re kind of into urban farming, but you’re not sure if it’s going to save the world.
If you’ve ever pulled out your pocket lint, and thought it had potential.
If the names Fritz Haeg and Wolfgang Laib get you going.
You’ve re-read Hatchet.
Listen in as Eileen Doyle dishes the dirt about her ongoing performance series: Garbage World.
But yet we laugh.
But yet we are entertained.
Open the heavy stock and a tiny speaker sings the E.T. theme song. If you missed the message the song will tell you: Anything is possible if you just believe.
CLR Hello, I am a Clarification. MK Hello, I am a Matt Kalasky. CLR What was the objective of your recent post? MK The goal of my recent post was to challenge.
The air is tropic and tactile, surrounding me like a heavy wool poncho, as I ascend the stairs of the 319 North 11th Street building for my August First-Friday pilgrimage. In a scene that has become totemic of the Philadelphia art experience, the second floor was already engorged like a college house party. It is ...
Sometimes I have fixed feelings when artists appropriate the dear totems of mass culture. This anxiety can be characterized by the deep valley between “Sports Art” and art about sports. One appreciated by people who love sports and the other appreciated by people who love the cultural and sociological tectonics of sports.