The fireworks punchline of "locally hated" serves as allegory: all verb, no noun. A cymbals crash without setup. There is no punchline, it distends into a question. Who, or what, to be stamped on any of these objects. The lack of place. A metaphor for art, all question, no x. Do you ever feel like you're looking out at an ever receding beach?
Saturday, May 17, 2025
Group show at suns.works
The fireworks punchline of "locally hated" serves as allegory: all verb, no noun. A cymbals crash without setup. There is no punchline, it distends into a question. Who, or what, to be stamped on any of these objects. The lack of place. A metaphor for art, all question, no x. Do you ever feel like you're looking out at an ever receding beach?
