Collection of wine carafes represents cutting oak wood and thus unhiding the inner material. While the outside cover is polished or colored black, cuts show the contrast present as between wood and bark.
Design by: Štefan Nosko
Have you ever thought of decorating your toast in the morning? After skull and stamped smiley toaster, Minale Maeda, thought of something more complex and subtle.
I’m goin’ where the water tastes like wine, we can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time. I’m gonna leave this city, got to get away.
We’ve been swimming in the lake beyond our neighborhood
for hours now. The sky is turning into a color
that no one has yet to name, and it’s
almost July and I look at you like you’re someone I can
Sky-deep, I feel ghosts at the soles of my feet.
I am an island of damp clothes and damp skin and a heart
that plays soft songs of an organ;
an ocean submerged in an ocean, a lake
holding up sixty percent water and forty percent
You are a clothesline.
You’re looking at me like you could save me.
It’s almost July.
Will you wring out my skin and hold me up to dry?
‘Stay Down Champion, Stay Down’ is a project by Molly Hunker and Greg Corso from Los Angeles-based studio Sports. The installation is consisting of a series of terracotta tiles, the floor of the gallery breaks away from its traditional flat plane to create a colorful and undulating landscape. The protruding areas of this landscape are composed of a series of handmade tiles that sit atop a grid of gradually elevating transparent acrylic supports.
Every visitor is encouraged to mark their height on the wall and after several months a dark band encircles the gallery.
And the woman said, The serpent
beguiled me, and I did eat.
— Genesis 3:13
Beguiled, my ass. I said no such thing.
You say I lost the gift of Paradise.
I couldn’t lose what I never had.
You say the serpent tempted me to eat.
You omit that he entered the Garden
on two legs and walked like a man.
And here’s what your story always ignores:
I had pure gold, rare perfume, precious stones,
but Adam hadn’t touched me all those years.
Perfection in the Garden didn’t mean that way.
Not having it and not wanting it
was God’s idea of perfection, not mine.
So when that serpent strolled up to the tree,
all upright and fine, he threw off the balance,
and I began to pray, Oh, let him be mine.
When he held out the apple, so round and lush,
when he stroked it to a keen red glow,
I didn’t fall to temptation — I rose to it.
I ate that apple because I was hungry.
I wanted what lay outside of Paradise,
a world without the burden of perfection.
Now you call all sinful women my sisters.
I say, let them claim their own damn sins.
The apple may not be perfect, but it’s mine.
— Diane Lockward, Eve Argues Against Perfection
When there is no desire, all things are at peace.
Using carefully cut fragments of printed skin from the photographs of celebrities in popular magazines, artist David Adey creates elaborate, pinned collages reminiscent of the most complex entomological displays.