Late last month, I nearly passed out at a concert. My senses fuzzed blank, dominated by the earsplitting, hypnotic wrath of the droning cacophony erupting from the stage courtesy of Nordra, the solo project/assault of Zen Mother’s disarmingly petite in contrast to her aural fury, Monika Khot, who opened for Zola Jesus (whose band Khot … 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
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