We can catalogue the backlist titles of James Everett Stanley’s solo exhibitions: There Were Giants in the Earth in Those Days, Salt of the Earth, and The Garden. Or consider even the titles, forgetting the paintings themselves: You And I Are Brothers, Be My Eyes and Ears, or My Only Brother, One of His Many […]

David Shapiro paints monochromatic watercolors from photographs culled from fashion publications and art historical plates of classical sculpture. They are delicately and meticulously rendered (to the point of disguising even the fact of brushstrokes) wash drawings of immediately recognizable and readily categorizable single figure subjects. The externals of Shapiro’s work go down so smoothly one […]

The room is dark and crowded. Nearly two hundred partygoers are divided in half by parallel rows of prayer candles on the floor, creating a dimly lit path to an unaccompanied drum set and guitar. The drunken commotion is interrupted with drearily elegiac Appalachian music, and the spectral emergence of a Reaper-like figure carrying a […]

Zombies were trying to get into the building. It’s the Guggenheim and we’re all there and everything has been bombed out. Post-apocalypse. Broken Brancusis and Mondrians boarding up the windows and there are all these people we know. The Bruce High Quality Foundation, the official arbiter of the estate of Bruce High Quality, There’s this […]

Nicholas Weist: Simon, many of your works on paper use the rhetoric of scrapbooks, but the final works do not actually contain collaged material. What prompted this disassociation? Simon English: I like the rhetoric of the scrapbook and you are right, in many ways the work does simulate collage. For me, the most important thing […]

The appeal of “virtual reality” was supposedly the “virtual” part—after all, the unfathomable obstacles of everyday reality aren’t too hard to come by. But we are born into the idea of an immersive, alternate universe, fecund with bliss-yielding possibilities, free of commonplace consequence. Paradoxically, this border between imaginary and symbolic space, the foundation of childhood […]

In the comparatively short history of the United States, within what hasn’t been relativized, swept under the public carpet, or rewritten entirely, there exists a narrative of factual events transmuted into myth. The tales are long and familiar; they manifest outside the oral record in entertainment media and as the schlock available in roadside emporiums, […]

I haven’t been doing many exhibitions lately. But every now and then I see art that I just have to put in a show. That’s how I felt about Desirée Holman’s Magic Window video installation. It seemed so smart and tight, fresh and fun. It’s an amazing accomplishment for a young artist with no dealer […]

Christos Kalos is a Greek artist who has worked for a period of 3 years with the subject of digitalized, old school, online, pornography.  “I was sick of watching porn frames and I even started hating sex!” he stated at the completion of his project, since he spent most of his time sampling out shots […]

I grew up in Southern California, a place where the car canvassed the land, moved through earthquakes, fires, floods, toxins, and anguished Santa Ana Winds. The romance of the automobile was accompanied by countless films like Rebel Without a Cause, an illusion of freedom, youth, long drives out to the desert or across the border […]