Showing posts with label Ulala Imai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ulala Imai. Show all posts

Saturday, July 8, 2023

Group Show at High Art


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It's an interesting art history illustration. That what might seem to be recent filters placed onto painting is actually a filtering though, of influence, one that arrives polaroid faded. Not instagram, just physical nostalgia.

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Tuesday, September 13, 2022

Ulala Imai at KARMA

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They are skulls, cultural memento mori, a vanitas post plastic, already going out of style, soft with the sugar of sentiment (and fondant flowers), passé, hints of fading photographs, like a 70s spread left to the light, going blue with that ultimate death, cliche. 

Monday, March 15, 2021

Ulala Imai at Nonaka-Hill

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Sufficient to portray, not anything more - its own aesthetic. They depict the thing. There it is. The sign painter's pleasure. Paintings that feel sort of worn in, faded, like your life. The things ready to date themselves, the air exposed fruit, the bordering passé culture - it's all so ready to expire. Which makes them skulls.