Jason Dodge at Casey Kaplan

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The wild and intractable world of stuff, everywhere stuff, like an oil's irridescence expanding over the land. Accumulating like eye goo, gathering as the city is asleep in its corners, basements, entryways. The PR urging us to imagine of the amount of computer cables currently aloft in airplane compartments, heavenly aspirations before their eventual burial in mass graves, landfills, cross sections whose bedrock supports hills of garbage our children will throw balls upon.
Stuff must continually be wiped away, its piles building continuously. Several thousand factories are right now generating more, new, stuff, moved on conveyers and stored en mass in warehouses. We understand this staggering mass implicitly now. We briefly got mad at plastic straws, though the majority of ocean trash is fishing gear, 46% by mass is fishing nets alone, strangling an estimated 100,000 marine creatures a year. We no longer need only acrobats or doctors to sleep on them to make our pillows interesting, our stuff itself has become a pathologically gratifying, artistically developing under an abusive household of stuff emerge in maturity to express "material issues," fetishists gratified spreading its pain.


stuff stuff fetish stuff: Chadwick Rantanen at Essex Street,  Nancy Lupo at Antenna Space, “May the Bridges I Burn Light the Way” at STANDARD (OSLO) Kahlil Robert Irving at Callicoon Fine Arts, Melvin Edwards at Daniel Buchholz, CAWD on Fetish, Nancy Lupo at Kristina Kite & Yuji Agematsu at Miguel Abreu, Dylan Spaysky at Clifton Benevento, Chadwick Rantanen at Secession, Yuji Agematsu at Real Fine Arts,  Yuji Agematsu at Artspeak, Pamela Rosenkranz at Karma International

Jason Dodge at Franco Noero

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The great garbage patch:

see too: Chadwick Rantanen at Secession, Kahlil Robert Irving at Callicoon Fine Arts, Melvin Edwards at Daniel Buchholz, Nancy Lupo at Antenna Space, “May the Bridges I Burn Light the Way” at STANDARD (OSLO), Nancy Lupo at Kristina Kite & Yuji Agematsu at Miguel Abreu, Dylan Spaysky at Clifton Benevento, Yuji Agematsu at Real Fine Arts,  Yuji Agematsu at Artspeak,

Jason Dodge at Franco Noero



Poetics in hyperbole, artworks like prose written in dorm rooms, like Ono’s instructions, like a koan, “like using tweezers to pull diamonds out of your girlfriend’s tear ducts.” Like a poem.
Heating pocket items to body temp artificially, warm string blocking a doorway, the exterior entering the interior, the items to remove fingers assembled in the average numbers of fingers, 10, transference, our childish innocence, items on a found grocery list bought in repetition several times in different places, like candies in a infinite pile you can take dispersing, like a disco dancer as stand in for lover, like a sink running forever down a drain.
Poetic: the disjuncture in a logical statement, fissures before coming full circle, in "making sense," the gap acting like a discovered lapse in the real’s rationality, when there never was one to begin with.