Karla Black at Modern Art

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A career of post-candy minimalism.  If it "makes [you] wish [you] were a jellyfish," it's because it belongs to an order of "certain gelatinous members," what only a Ctenophore's primitive nervous system - lacking the higher order judgement of brain - can feel. This is the raw stuff - the snortable stuff - the stuff pastry companies and instagram rearrange your subject, your taste, an entire generation of Millennial Pink on. Physical embodiments of color swatches gone sculpture. 

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Karla Black at Museum Dhondt-Dhaenens

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Candy coat the thing you need to swallow.

Karla Black at Raffaella Cortese

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The adolescent, in darkened lectures, Art History, being taught the conjunction of phrases "Claus Oldenburg" and "soft sculpture." Google searches for "soft sculpture" produces a lot vague definitions, no definitive history, and a particularly egregiously unsourced wiki. Had all sculpture really been rigid before? Despite the inanity of the moniker, soft sculpture probably matters in its expression of a development in how we best see ourselves represented, and the materiality ever since still of course representative of us, of our our world as we see it, the softest garbage in the wind.

Karla Black at Raffaella Cortese



Black’s confectioneries artstudent recipes sugarcoated yellow. Formal experiments in candy-coating, yellow, unifying the fractional objects to the lowest common denominator in attempts to add them up to a sum greater than all the recipe's parts. A low calorie smorgasbord that can't really hold up that well.