Channels
ft. Blinn & Lambert, Norton Wisdom, Mack Sikora, Clinton King, James Miller, Mike Olin, Loretta Violante, Rochelle Voyles, Sharon Cheuk Wan Lee, Richard Tinkler, Drew Kohler, Eva Robarts, & Kim Farkas.
Curated by Marco Tulio de la Sierra
Nov. 23 — Dec. 27, 2024.
Opening Saturday, Nov. 23, 2024 from 5-7pm
53 Orchard St. & At 52 Allen St.
‘Channels’ is a multimedia group show featuring paintings, sculptures, and optical projections that explore the multifaceted nature of transmission—whether it be light, shadow, or physical matter. Each artist presents a unique perspective on how these elements interact and transform as they pass through different mediums, inviting viewers to reconsider their perceptions of reality. The works challenge our understanding of the empirical world, revealing how the very attributes of movement and transition can distort our senses, leaving us in a state of wonder and contemplation. In this space, we are not merely observers; we become participants in the ongoing dialogue of what is seen and felt, often left both perplexed and tantalized by the channels that connect us to the world around us. This group show is to showcase these moments with the ongoing dialogue between Blinn and Lambert, Norton Wisdom, Mack Sikora, Clinton King, James Miller, Mike OIin, Loretta Violante, Rochelle Voyles, Sharon Cheuk Wan Lee, Richard Tinkler, Drew Kohler, Eva Robarts, Kim Farkas
Remnants of the VALIS keep talking. The vision of a pink beam passes through the prism, a mirrored room. Channels of devotion carve new light with a lysergic halogen whisper. Streaks on the wall could be sigils or webs of synthetic constellations. Meditate. Meditate on this house filled with leaves, and how it remains open to allow anyone in. The tubes run over the garden walls like petroleum snakes, an excerpt of standing in motion. A wild amber pendulum is rooted from the ground; A hollow chrysalis swings. Shadows search for the sky. Ziggurats echo the sounds of the night in the tunnels beneath them. They are altars abandoned; once a place marked for worship that remains. Nowadays the only ones that sing are those blinded with the frequency of a glass harmonica, but why can’t we hear? We can only see. The channels are open.