Collapsing boundaries of what lies inside vs. outside an exhibit seems to be on many artists' minds this summer. Terence Koh's current exhibition at the Andrew Edlin Gallery pushes this inside/outside blurring from the four walls of the white cube literally into outer space.
Is this Creed's hell? Is he encouraging his audience to abandon hope?
Letters and numbers abound -- in the form of building blocks and refrigerator magnets, but they add up to nothing. No sense can be made. Pink has no place in a black and white world.
“Now isn’t the time to navel gaze or decorate,” writes Christina Rees on GlassTire. “Artists and musicians and writers and filmmakers have always been good at sounding the alarm. I’d sure like to see more of it right here at home…Artists would do well,” she concludes, “to tap their inner revolutionary.”
Meaning lies somewhere between the text and its audience.