so I can see this fantastic art show, in person. It’s Jill Gallenstein plus artists with complementary styles. There’s not a piece in this exhibit that I don’t want to buy, take home, hang in every room (preferably across from mirrors), imprint onto my bedsheets so I can sleep with it every night, and tattoo onto the back of my eyelids for an enhanced blinking experience.
Especially when viewed together, the selected pieces seem to form a continuous organic skin, like a wrapper around…. OKOKOK. I will give up the art talk, because I’m terrible at it. And it makes me feel like a huge douchebag, and like I should be eating through my butt and shitting out of my mouth. The work is organic though. Reminds me of what we see under a microscope, or of satellite images of space. Of the smallest and biggest things we can photograph, coincidentally.
OK I’ll stop now. But seriously, click the links. Beautiful stuff to be seen there.
That’s what I hate about “art talk.” I think you hit the nail on the head when you said it feels like you should be “eating through (your) butt and shitting out (your) mouth.”
I had to retype that like ten times becomebecause I’m fucking trashed right nwo.