This Place is Ours!, by Jim Houser, acrylic on paper collaged on canvas, 40 x 40 inches This is the age of aquarius over at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts–harmony and understanding and three star-quality shows. At last the the place is living up to that name that came and then slunk off into the night; what was it, the Museum of American Art? The place not only has recovered from the folly of meaningless corporate branding at the same time that it has actually become that museum it dreamed it was. So if you go there this ... More » »
This week’s Weekly includes my review of Tristin Lowe’s solo show Socked Up at Fleisher-Ollman Gallery. Below is the copy with some pictures. And here’s the link to the art page. More photos at my flickr set. Sock on ThisTristin Lowe’s carnival of hosiery, intestines and wrinkled genitalia rocks. Installation shot of Tristin Lowe’s exhibit Socked Up at Fleisher-Ollman Gallery In “Socked Up”—Tristin Lowe’s Waiting for Godot-esque romp about life, death and socks at Fleisher/Ollman Gallery—the artist presents twisted intestines, aging sex organs, drooping bones, matted hair, drippy noses and skulls galore. Tristin Lowe. Jean-Gnome. I saw this piece first ... More » »
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