Let's say one minute your trash has toilettes in it
but then your sky has this.
Traded Dekalb Ave.
for a more scenic route.
A good state for driving.
For skipping B and going straight to C.
Good state for plundering.
William said I couldn't show anyone this picture because he hadn't put his face on yet.
Here's some advice for those being haunted
and in need of instruction for vanquishing ghosts
there's this thing you can do.
Firstly, plunder an old forgotten closet
and find a fox fur coat.
Secondly, take it dancing outside.
Thirdly, define your boundaries
for better results, work in a circle from the inside out.
You can chant for added effect. It works
at least for as long you keep up the running.
South Carolina.
Family, all rosy cheeked and resolute.
What you are now looking at is a child's garment embroidered with mother's hair from gestation period. It reads: "your fragility in this sharp world is paralyzing."
Welcome to Dalton Gallery's "My Sweet, Sweet..." curated by Lisa Alembik, who has to be one of - if not the biggest - champion of Atlanta artists currently curating large ambitious shows.
Alembik is always looking for a connecting pulse to this place. Kind of like Tauches' neon-light billboard project "Paradise" displayed in her Cabbagetown side yard garden in 2010. Which had to be the most poignant piece of Atlanta-specific art to be made that year.
Am I right or what? Paradise in NEON, drifting above a lot of wildflowers, complained about by neighbors because of the light pollution (or so I think I heard), god it's Atlanta in all her dirty commercialized space wasting absurdity.
And look at this obscenely raw portrait! Those beady eyes. Gross I can't stop looking and loving.
Jason Murphy has a way of drawing that can be so uncomfortably visceral.
Vibrational even. Family portrait. Sweet Sweet indeed.
Look at the meatiness.
Out of context of an urban side yard Paradise starts to take on an entirely different meaning. In the Dalton Gallery it was nicely paired with two small video pieces, becoming a looming specter, further unsettling the already anxious ridden home movies on display.
Larry Jens Anderson's piece "Miss Lois" nailed the aim of the show for me.
The delicate naivete of youth blown up and laid bare.
when Lois is just Lois and Ruth is just her "traveling companion."
Love; the tricky business of lounge music and disco balls.
And Johnny Depp in drag.
Artist Jillian MacDonald added an element of hilarity by superimposing herself into romantic film moments with various heartthrobs.
All apparently in a ruse to make Billy Bob jealous after he broke her heart (or so the story goes).
Keaneu Reeves. ha. You need the background music to really feel this piece.
Get it girls. Making me see red all over.
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