Ann Greene Kelly at Institute of Contemporary Art Los Angeles

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Think of it as a product in a store, what would this be used for, who wants a drain in a bed, for what is there such a need? Imagining the need allows associative potentials release, minds to the gutter. Kelly's things seem to acquire a body they shouldn't, an inference that feels slightly like innuendo, always something else.

Ann Greene Kelly at Michael Benevento

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You can't put a drain in anything without at least someone calling it Goberesque, and while home and hearth's quilted interiors rubbing against industrial production that wheels us might be explicitly Gober, AGK's is a more crustacean form which, as said last time, the gooey soft center threatens to exteriorize, spill its soft innards from something black, diatomaceous crabs, objects tension a possibility of their biomorphing, like loosing ones bowels in the bed, your body "goes lumpy," threatens structure, inside out, cream interiors, liquids draining in the bed.


see too: Group Show at Michael Benevento

Group Show at Michael Benevento

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Like Chow's cephalopodic frames, Kelly's skeletal chandelier diatoms, or Rodriguez's chitinous crust, there's a hard exo to hold something viscous inside, in the dry waste something sentimental, organic, wet.


see too: Daniel Rios Rodriguez at Lulu, Milano Chow at Mary Mary