Bradley Kronz at Friart

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Craftsperson of the wasteland would seem a timely moniker as the gallery becomes the cargo-cult reliquary of our cultural wasteland. i.e. Place the coke bottle in the gallery, watch it attract aura type-of-art. (See too: Why do group shows always looks like you blew up a shopping mall?) But Kronz missed the memo on letting the whitecube do the work - instead putting all this sweat into his own personal orgone accumulators, all hands toward wasteland contraptions for... framing? Big question mark there. But frames were the original aura accumulators and I think Kronz is all about trying to build a frame from the standpoint of someone who has never seen but had read about them before the endtimes. 

See too: Bradley Kronz at Lars Friedrich, “Breathing Through Skin” at Antenna Space

Bradley Kronz, Jessi Reaves at High Art

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Nice to see these things in a crust of a space. Not the ethereal nowhere of white walls but within the detritus of life, your cluttered lived in home. Objects which remind you of your animal-strapped body in your already bodied halls, your keys in dish and a nasty lamp to echo it. Your life isn't perfect and your artwork won't try and disprove that. The opposite of Muji, Ikea trying to sell you an commodified idea of order, and nor the white walls to aura your disarray as totem, just crust all the way down.

"like all that stolen Ikea elegance whose eventual blown out corners reveal its making of all but compressed trash, underneath everything we desire to be is an intestinal makeup of sponge replacing its weight with rumors of dead-skin and dust-mites of a body threatening to turn fungal"

See too: Jessi Reaves at Bridget Donahue

Bradley Kronz at Lars Friedrich

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Kronz has shown everywhere, making the rounds, leaving an exhibition at every cool young space, once. Sorta like the work, unable tell where we're at, what scale we exist on. Is this a model for something, is this a representation, or is it an object? Everything happens only once. (Except for the time it happens 3 times.) Then it's off somewhere else. Never firm ground to stand on. A fun press release. Weird enough to be interesting, scrappy enough to leave you skeptical. A friend you can't form a relationship to.

see too: Manfred Pernice at Galerie Neu