Showing posts with label Kelly Akashi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kelly Akashi. Show all posts

Thursday, March 12, 2020

Kelly Akashi at Tanya Bonakdar


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Our touch cast in glass, is there a better image for today? Visual metaphors for feeling. Porn is metaphor for sensation, the internet is our aquarium and the world is a kunstkammer, we look but don't touch, preserve it in zoos, on swatches, designated scenic lookouts. The world is covered in glass, we now find sensuousness in glass, rubbing erotically on the aquarium. Eventually we prefer glass.

We've been talking about this for so long: Materialphilia


See too:  Kelly Akashi, Cayetano Ferrer at PP,

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Kelly Akashi, Cayetano Ferrer at PP


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More exhibitionist materiality. Open the wardrobe to expose the wood. We so desperate for some woodgrain to counteract the glass we see everything through. We crave touch, sensibility, sense, something to counteract this numbness from everything electric, world rendered. This materialist becomes conflated with the authentic, the rustic. Stripped. But, no matter how much you want it, do not touch the art. Leaving everyone with a case of erotic sexual denial.


See too: Olga Balema at High Art (2) Olga Balema at High Art (1) Olga Balema at Bridget DonahueDaniel Lefcourt at Blum & Poeektor garcia at Cooper ColeN. Dash at Casey Kaplan