Having a body can be a burden. Perfume Genius knows this all too well. Through numerous albums, the musician documents the frustration of having a body from Too Bright’s nihilistic “My Body” (“I wear my body like a rotted peach. You can have it if you handle the stink”) to the more uplifting yet no … Continue reading
It’s hard to argue with the startling statement of two–hopefully–plastic turds plopped on delicately ornate dollhouse beds. Hung purposefully a little too high on the wall, viewers have to crane their necks to peek at the poop. However, nothing quite prepares you for the confrontation of the appalling yet appealing combination of the uncanny and the … Continue reading
“The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.” –Samuel Beckett, The End Game Whether canvases covered in oozing fibroids and cancerous tumors, uncanny sculptures resembling the preserved citizens of Pompeii or his destroyed slides that only heighten the alarming nature of his unsettling imagery, Luther Price’s work takes abjection to its absolute … Continue reading
Like Kathy Acker’s description of women as disrupting criminals, ceramic artist Jessica Stoller’s current exhibition Spoil at P.P.O.W. Gallery destroys the ideals of feminine beauty and subjugation by representing abject female sexuality and other disturbing and depraved imagery through the typically delicate and dainty (just like a proper woman) medium of porcelain. Continue reading
Speaking to a select crowd before the opening of his exhibition Rebel Dabble Babble at Hauser & Wirth, controversial artist Paul McCarthy explained, “In the position of being humiliated, you learn something. We all exist in humiliation.” Continue reading