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The early-to-mid-1980s was the golden age of the independent video store; it dovetailed neatly with the halcyon days of the slasher film, a graphic Horror sub-genre. It was also the era of Just Say No, Satanic panic, and “very special” episodes. What latch-key kid of the day wasn’t traumatized by the two-part “Bicycle Man” episode of Diff’rent Strokes? Danger was everywhere, especially for children.
Faith Wilding. Imago Femina #13, 1978, watercolor on paper in vintage frame, 20.5 x 16.5 in. (framed dimensions). Image courtesy of Loudhailer Gallery
Any tree surgeon or art historian will tell you that to understand the leaves, you have to examine the roots. There’s no way to discuss the work of inter-disciplinary, multi-media artist Faith Wilding without talking about history, and in light of Faith Wilding: Fearful Symmetries, her traveling retrospective currently on view at the Armory Center for the Arts in Pasadena and Imago Femina, an exhibition of 1978 watercolors at the Loudhailer Gallery in Culver City, there is no point in trying. Spanning more than forty years, hers is a body of work, that shapes, as much as it is shaped by, its contemporary moment. Continue reading
#Filters by Evan Desmond Yee. photo by SoAM Studio
In the 1970s there were television commercials for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups that featured different kinds of people bumping into each other and contaminating each other’s snack. They can’t decide where to assign blame and eat the chocolate and peanut butter together anyway. Then, they agree that “the two great tastes go great together,” and the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup is born. A candy for the times. Continue reading
I was born and raised in Chattanooga, Tennessee, a damp valley where the air doesn’t move. The city has made the national news at various times for its crisis-level pollution and then, once that got cleared up, for having really fast internet. Chattanooga is in the news again, this time because a sadistic coward and religious zealot murdered five United States servicemen, four Marines and a sailor, in a deranged, inarticulate frenzy before he was killed by the city police. You’ve heard about it. Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago I was in Los Angeles for the launch party of a magazine called CARLA, which is an acronym for Contemporary Art Review Los Angeles. The first issue contains my review of John Currin’s recent show at Gagosian in Beverly Hills. If you’re in LA, try to find a copy and turn to page 36. Continue reading