Juliette Blightman, Dorothy Iannone at Arcadia Missa

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...tarot, images drawn and illuminated shine to bounce around in your head to alight some new substance inside, like any painting. The further you believe in the drawing the more deeply it affects. A charm for wealth eventually brings it through stubborn physical existence to remind you that's what you value, seek. Any object's aboutness, its meaning, it tautologically enacts like a string tied around your finger: the string doesn't necessarily intrinsically symbolize "pick up eggs;" its meaning is conjured by the reminded who tied it. Thus objects are imbued with meaning. Tarot cards tell you they are meaningful.

Which is why Tarot cards are such powerful meaning creation devices - humans are apophenic machines - seeing sense where there may be none, they create it for themselves. Art comes to resemble it.

Juliette Blightman at Fine Arts, Sydney

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Like home design catalogs presenting the life we could live, the gallery displays an open door breeze, the sentimentality of trying to maintain, hold, a night between friends that a playlist remembers. Your life could be better the catalog says, if only you could imagine it as mine. The elegiac quality is the loss.

Juliette Blightman at Eden Eden, Karma International LA

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Penises, coitus, sleepers, planes, interior's rumpled sheets and clothes, a predilection for fabrics, drifting across subjects in Wolfgang Tillman's diaspora in Vuillard's bobo perfunctory.  The stasis held by the girl aloft, suspended, above pool, and the bathing orgy exemplify its two worlds colliding of innocence and sociality, the quiet purity prior stretching before the banging of sex.