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Jason Yi's new space, Hawthorn Contemporary, is currently showing Relics, Fibs, Trash, and Treasures, a set of prints and an installation of things by Brooklyn artist Nicola López. I cannot possibly post pictures or describe this show in way that would do it justice, so see it yourself before it closes on May 26.
While you are there, support the local arts economy by checking out artist in residence Monica Miller's space "Facilitating Situations."
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 A touch of domesticity goes a long way. Milwaukee artist Jessica Meuninck-Ganger questions the formality, sterility, impersonality of the white cube in Inbound East at The Alice Wilds in Milwaukee’s Walker’s Point neighbor.
The exhibition is a combination of prints and large-scale installation that emerge from Meuninck-Ganger’s walks around Milwaukee. A light (prussian) blue wall softens the harsh lighting of gallery, transforming the viewers experience from looking to meandering. Enveloped in this blueness, my eyes may roam the walls, following Meuninck-Ganger’s path of prints, walking with her from 71st street toward Lake Michigan. This route mimics tree branches growing over the gallery walls. Meuninck-Ganger’s installation is quick to remind me that I am inside (in a gallery) and not outside walking or waiting under a tree. An installation piece sprouts from an outlet while another springs from the floor. This miniature skyline is dwarfed by the soaring blue wall. The play of interiority and exteriority allows me to move out of the work and into myself as I consider the details of the exhibition. A ramshackle fence, feathered, floats away from a fieldstone wall; fragile buildings emerge from a pile of timbers. All are bits of screen-printed paper mounted on light blue board. My meandering leads me to Sebald’s seminal writing The Rings of Saturn. Is “the narrative in question...aimed at creating a new reality, in the course of time, by way of the unreal”? Meuninck-Ganger, like Sebald, uses the narrative of the walk, inverts inside and outside, and destabilizes the grid. Inward Bound plays with interiority and exteriority, and like Sebald’s Somerleyton, “transitions from interiors to exterior….open(s) the interior onto the outside, and inside the landscape [is] replicated on the mirror walls...on the slopes of man-made mountains, between banks and spinneys...and the whole incomprehensible glory of Nature and of the wonders placed in it by the hand of [wo]man [are] reflected in...unruffled waters.” In the end, Meuninck-Ganger’s exteriors become interiors, my interior becomes exterior, and as I leave, I am inward bound. the flatness of the brick
and mortar catch my eye I ignore the window and for a moment you things settle wordwise and generous you find something here other than pizza and poetry my beer-hazed consciousness paired with your clear cultural consciousness provides an intimate understanding of disappointment and fortitude for instance your seventh grade self is disappointed with how far we haven’t come my seventh grade self doesn’t want to hang around anymore you settle finding fortitude at the bottom of a pint a PBR in Jared’s case or a point reminded me of Lynne Tillman or of you I settle we come into our consciousness at different times I cross this off the to do list I haven’t written rambling as you mop up |
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