Morag Keil, Bedros Yeretzian at Commercial Street, Los Angeles

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Word clouds exploded as the vacuous form of auto-generated poetry that - as art - found meaning through artifactifying culture. Pulling objects from the wreckage to totemize - ascribe aura as font-size to. And generate an ostensible meta-layer of meaning. Doesn't this sound like art? Like art, it was stupid. Turning text into an inkblot to search for signs of what ended up being only your mother's indifference. Yourself in a warbled mirror. 

See too: Click Merlin Carpenter at Overduin & Co., Lutz Bacher at 3320 18th St

Group Show at Commercial Street

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The aesthetics of our mythic urban ruination, fragments. Google results:  "35 of the most Hauntingly Beautiful Urban Ruins" "Urban Exploration Tourism" "Beauty in Decay" " Amazon.com: Beauty in Decay; A visually stunning book" showcasing the wider appeal of our desperation, of our ruin. McCarthy's The Road on Oprah's book club. "For at least a year Rochelle Goldberg’s steel structure will be submerged in the water of Buzzard’s Bay." Children's films set post-apocalypse. Hopefully: a tiny little shaman to lead us out of our fascination with desperation and not back into it, like so many moths attracted to artificial light.


See too: Cathy Wilkes at Kunstmuseum Linz