Showing posts with label Alex Olson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alex Olson. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 20, 2025

Alex Olson at Altman Siegel

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The squiggle is the icon of inconsequence, faff, become the middle finger that Laura Owens made her career on. Lily van der Stokker's pink punk. Hanne Darboven just passing the time. But its important to sediment time, stitch yourself to it, say, "I was here."  And Art is a means to attach whatever is in your head to forever, aggrandize thought with color and composition's altar piece. Here, the squiggle. The graffiti cast into time. 

See too: Lily van der Stokker at Koenig & Clinton

Monday, February 7, 2022

Alex Olson at Park View/Paul Soto

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A sort of lacking taste commendable, nice really, being this against grain: "explosion in a Harlequin factory"? in a flannel factory? Some kind of outburst in pattern manufacturing. Though the detonation is methodical, making the Jonathan Lasker-like gameboard of painting appear. The sort of sport of painting.  That these acknowledge. Because anything this incommensurate with elegance is about something other than pleasantries.