Author Archives: jolanta

In the comparatively short history of the United States, within what hasn’t been relativized, swept under the public carpet, or rewritten entirely, there exists a narrative of factual events transmuted into myth. The tales are long and familiar; they manifest outside the oral record in entertainment media and as the schlock available in roadside emporiums, […]

I haven’t been doing many exhibitions lately. But every now and then I see art that I just have to put in a show. That’s how I felt about Desirée Holman’s Magic Window video installation. It seemed so smart and tight, fresh and fun. It’s an amazing accomplishment for a young artist with no dealer […]

Christos Kalos is a Greek artist who has worked for a period of 3 years with the subject of digitalized, old school, online, pornography.  “I was sick of watching porn frames and I even started hating sex!” he stated at the completion of his project, since he spent most of his time sampling out shots […]

I grew up in Southern California, a place where the car canvassed the land, moved through earthquakes, fires, floods, toxins, and anguished Santa Ana Winds. The romance of the automobile was accompanied by countless films like Rebel Without a Cause, an illusion of freedom, youth, long drives out to the desert or across the border […]

The definition of a “wallflower” in the Oxford Dictionary, is “a girl who has no one to dance with at a party.” In her series, “Wallflower,” Amy Elkins examines the sexist limits of this perception. By placing men in front of floral wallpaper, their torsos generally shirtless and cropped near the waist, she has successfully […]

(10:58:00 AM) Harm van der Dorpel: yesterday i visited the (galerie west) vvork talk show thing (10:58:03 AM) Damon Zucconi: haha (10:58:07 AM) DZ: talk show. how was it (10:59:08 AM) HD: well, often in discussions like these, i have the feeling it’s more about people wanting to say something, and not so much about […]

We named our repertory My Barbarian, founded by Malik Gaines, Jade Gordon, and me, a film school dropout with dreams of being Fassbinder, or Jack Smith, or Fred Schneider. In my Silver Lake apartment, we’d act out absurd political debates in three-part harmony, enlisting friends to play along. “Be prolific,” was the advice. In seven […]