Ed Lisieski has new work hanging in town. Always something I want to go see, this small show has more questions than answers and points to a distinct shift in his public work.
While my most recent forays in getting back to school collapsed in the convoluted pages of Bleak House, I'm ever hopeful.
... people live in these constructions but have been called away to some other pressing thing, a phone ringing, another unfinished chore. They're languid in a way that suburbs are, but in their roughness, hurried, like life most often is.
To see a room full of Catlin, as he intended, is a staggering treasure. Next to it, the modern trinkets with their self-obsessed artist statements and sleights of hand were rightly diminished. It took a couple hours for my blood pressure to return to normal. That, to me, is a decent art.