As promised (threatened?) at the conclusion of the first installment of gallery-hopping conversations, ever-dedicated cofounder Emily Colucci and Swanson Kuball gallerist Laura Swanson braved the frigid cold and icy winter winds to wander the mercifully shorter blocks of Tribeca to discover what the hell was going on down there. Come along as we reflect on … Continue reading
Can you be starstruck by a gravestone? Is a headstone just a more permanent headshot? Is an epigraph a forever form of autograph? I certainly believe so, given the thrilled tingle that shot down my spine while squinting at the layered names that cover Scott Covert’s searingly bright, near ocularly painful hot-pink painting, Pink Nancy, … Continue reading
If any action could singularly sum up existence in 2018, it would probably be type-shouting into the void of various social media platforms. Foucault would get woozy if he could see this incitement to discourse that defines our current dystopia as everyone with access to a computer or a smart phone screams ire into the … Continue reading