Showing posts with label Hanna Hur. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hanna Hur. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 28, 2023

Hanna Hur at Kristina Kite Gallery

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Spirituality was always psychedelia wearing a different coat. The vibes were differently ordered. Sacred Geometry, Minimalism. And this is the Venn center of all of them. Geometric psychedelia. Sacred hallucinatory. Amsler grids for God. Sense a higher plane, order, any order, just order, through the meat of your eyes.

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Hanna Hur at Kristina Kite Gallery

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Perception is individual, it is not art's usual shared image/object. Instead almost non-transactable. Possibly what Majoli means when saying "If our survival is tied to the capacity to perceive stability, vulnerability is made apparent at the root of--caused by our sense of sight." Because the optical instead flights. The realm of the biological, the immanent instead of the transcendent. Eye test patterns instead of television. 

See too: Hanna Hur at Feuilleton

Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Hanna Hur at Feuilleton


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The optical gets a bad rap, subordinated to painting's other bigger brothers, say, the haptic, the impressive, the totalizing, or big. Visually informed sure, but not particularly optical. Perhaps even Abstract Expressionism despite its broad exclamation of color wasn't a particularly optical movement, more concerned with presence, a bodily feeling. (Against Abstraction Expressionism "Op-art was a cheap imitation of the purer form's sanctity; Op-art rested on physiologic parlor tricks rather than the more strict and thus universal forms of abstraction that could [ostensibly] communicate with dolphins and gods.") We lack language for the physiological, for the glass of our eyes attempting to apprehend something that breaks its system, like these, like a computer trying to understand the frission of Bonnard.


see too: Larry Poons at Michael Jon & Alan

Sunday, April 26, 2015

“Comforter” at Shanaynay

Kyosai Kawanabe
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It would be great if there were a Kyōsai Kawanabe resurgence today, in the clean white setting of contemporary exhibition. That late 1800's traditional japanese painting looks more and more contemporary with time, apt to the surge of comics today. Starting to look futuristic.

See too : "Puddle, pothole, portal" at Sculpture CenterDave Miko, Ned Vena, Antek Walczak at Algus Greenspon