Alan Belcher’s Friends
Photos courtesy of the artist and Downs & Ross, New York Alan Belcher’s Friends, which recently closed at Downs & Ross, feels like a nursery for unreleased Pokemon mishaps, eulogized as misunderstood stuffies. Wishing to create a “very friendly object,” Belcher hand-stitched each sculpture from acrylic plush. Disparate features, colours, and forms—visual cues—are pastiched together…
Mike Kuchar’s Broken Gods
Mike Kuchar’s work is a joyful blast of colour, sex and humour, in an art world that needs it. The first time I saw his drawings was after a long, jading day of Material Art Fair; they were a welcomed surprise – crass, playful, and funny. Mike says his aim is to put “a bit more fun to viewing pictures.” His latest exhibition Broken Gods, currently on view at Ghebaly Gallery, is invigorating, no holds barred. Mike and his twin brother George made their name as iconic figures of the burgeoning underground film community in 1960s New York. The twins’ over-the-top, Romance-sci-fi movies were shot on 8mm film with little to no budget. John Waters sources the Kuchar Brothers as a source of inspiration, calling them “complete crackpots without an ounce of pretension.”
Cassie McQuater’s Archive of Female Fighters
Level 1: A free falling blue flame descends from a smoggy sky filled with pink flamingos. Landing in a sudden burst, I emerge in the form of Chun-Li, to begin a long, poetic journey. Chun-Li, of Street Fighter II fame, was the first female fighter in video game history. An expert martial artist with thighs of steel, Chun-Li was born in the 90s, first in pants, later in a cropped qipao and white combat boots. Despite Nintendo’s eventual censorship of her up-skirt moments, Chun-Li was named “Hottest Babe of 1992” by Electronic Gaming Monthly.
Matthew Wong’s Blue
Some might say to be blue is to be sad, but it is also to be moved. Matthew Wong sought to explore the “blueness of blue,” symbolically and literally, through his exhibition, Blue, on view now at Karma. Its fluidity, its affect, and its uncanny ability to “activate nostalgia, both personal and collective,” Wong renders blue moments—repose, speculation, longing, gloom, hope—in various shades of blue, imparting memories for moments we cannot recognize, yet seem altogether too familiar. A resonating legacy of color, of what it means to be blue.
Fumiko Mogi by Monika Mogi
“Don’t Stress” was shot over the course of a ten-day cruise around Japan and Korea in which Monika Mogi attended with her mother and grandmother. This is a story about letting loose within the abstract weirdness of cruise culture. Published in Issue 19
I’ll see you in the ether at HSFA
Frequent Editorial Magazine collaborator, Jonny Negron unveils his latest show at HSFA, not only as painter, but this time as curator as well. “I’ll see you in the ether” features the work of five different artists—Cécile di Giovanni, Nina Hartmann, Benjamin Kellogg, Lisa Signorini, and Jonny Negron himself—whose work unpacks iconography on the material plane, and subsequently where such symbolism intersects esoterically. Occupying the ambiguous limbo between light and dark, these works question the nature of temporal subjectivity, and whether each of us is uniquely complicit. “The mind is the limit of reality, the imagination its forge.”
Breana Geering in Her Own Words
Breana Geering is one of our fav skaters right now. Here she gives us the scoop on some of her favs, and not giving a fuck. Photos by Dustin Henry.
Amy Brener’s Consolarium
Amy Brener’s exhibition, Consolarium, on view now at Jack Barrett Gallery in New York, seems to parallel this AI phenomenon—each work a collection of data, a definitive, though at times ambiguous, form. Ethereal towers in cream-bush ivory and purple—as vivid as the smooth interior of a mussel shell—bolster an air of ceremony, made informal through their unique features and counterparts. Brener’s works seem to be the resulting, physical manifestation of opening a foggy mind, shaking loose its conspicuous ephemera for the sake of more easily reaching its subterranean core. These loose artifacts are entombed in resin, their psychic baggage eulogized in sculpture—a totem bearing the insignia of memory. Its objective significance psychedelic, its subjective legacy deeply intimate.
An Interview with Hui-Ying Tsai
A giant shell hangs upside-down from the ceiling, when touched it emanates sounds of war, collision, and violence. Another shell quietly sings fragments of Taiwanese lullabies, increasing in volume as the viewer approaches. These are a few of the ambitious new works from artist Hui-Ying Tsai currently on view at Red Bull Art’s Resident Artist Exhibition in Detroit. For the past three months, Hui-Ying has been in residence, building these sculptures activated by touch and movement. Her practice reflects the bustling mind of someone in a state of wonder, seeking to answer questions of existence, spirituality, and history. Working with non-profit sustainability organizations, and initiating her own site-specific project that focuses on eco-activism and community, Hui-Ying’s work is very much a response to her environmental surroundings. I talked to Hui-Ying about the influence of Detroit on her work, and the possibility of art to carry us beyond the material world.
Fin Simonetti’s Head Gusset
The centerpieces of Fin Simonetti’s solo show “Head Gusset,” at Cooper Cole, are two bear traps made of stained glass. I crept around the traps as if they were functional, circling them like an animal curious about a new addition to its territory. Intrigued, but wary. I fantasized about them snapping shut and the resulting havoc. I pictured a demolition video on YouTube: there one minute, gone the next. Intrusive thoughts suggested that an act of violence would be even more breathtaking than the two traps, in ethereal greys and earth tones, sitting serenely.
That Bitch Tried to Steal My Man!
That Bitch Tried to Steal My Man! The Shocking Findings of a Transgender Sleuth.
This is a true story. All names have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.
Taking Care with Kiera McNally
Mornings are having a moment, and the hype is justified. Think of mornings like a daily horoscope that you write for yourself. As a Cancer with a strong Libra rising, I may appear quite balanced, but without my morning routine I’d be as imbalanced as a politician on Twitter. The first step is opening your eyes and waking up. As you’ve probably heard, it’s bad to look at your phone right away, so count to ten and then proceed to check the date and time. Open your text messages and check any new spam in your inbox. Finally, watch your Instagram stories—the FOMO about staying in last night evaporates instantly. All of a sudden you feel well-rested!
Kevin McNamee-Tweed’s Literature
For his debut solo show Literature, at Steve Turner Gallery, Kevin McNamee-Tweed presents a collection of diverse, multimedia works. Many of these works share the same fragmented qualities of the aforementioned examples—autonomous pieces of an imagined whole. Hooded figures, a mushroom, clutching hands, a whirring, yellow fan—all cast in roles across relief sculptures, paintings, and glazed ceramics.
Personality Over Persona: Fiona Alison Duncan
Fiona Duncan has a knack for plucking just the right detail for each frame, and the novel benefits from the otherworldly voice that appears in all her work: her celebrity profiles, artist interviews, spiritual reportings, her diary-essays or cultural commentary. In the novel she thunders and weaves enlightenments on the complicated frilliness of girlhood, walking the radioactive sunsets of LA, wading through a warbly love affair. It’s a balm on an internet-addled brain that searches instinctively for a linear trajectory to grab onto. This book presents other options. Resolving things is not the point.
Jennifer J. Lee’s Cold Turkey
While advances in technology have finessed the quality of images that populate our channels of observation, no matter how HD an image, zoomed in it’s still pixels. This phenomenon is echoed in the work of artist, Jenny J. Lee. Cold Turkey, presented by Lulu, features small-scale works in large spacious rooms and echoing hallways. The works are painted on jute—its sizeable, open teeth parrot the topographic aesthetic of pixels. A stack of tires, a pile of pumpkins gnarled with edemas, an old stone facade overgrown with ivy—snapshots that echo the banality of image production heighten this digital aesthetic by virtue of its paradoxical, traditional execution. If you look closely, how clearly do you really see?
Chelsea Culprit’s Nocturnal Chimeras
Published in Issue 19 Elastic Chimeras Unbound and Regenerating, 2019, Lulu Gallery Chelsea Culprit’s work is dedicated to the motion of women, in particular the motion of work, and how labour transforms the body. Her paintings explore the female nude as it becomes classed and gendered, then mutated by the flows of capital into an…
Liquid Asset Editorial Mix
The North-Carolina-based hardware techno producer is known for her heavy, rave-oriented mutations of classic dance music. Building her own electronics since 2010, Liquid Asset uses many different machines, including her own modified x0xb0x to create quintessential hacker jams. Equating sounds to “tools,” Liquid Asset uses long numerical guides and patterns to create her multi-machine live sets. Her mix for Editorial is equally mechanic, utilitarian and intense.
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