image text special shop

'Kissed by profane grace', a Group Show at darkZone, New Jersey

article image; primary-color: #49463F;
article image; primary-color: #796358;
article image; primary-color: #7B6558;
article image; primary-color: #7F6355;
article image; primary-color: #806A5D;
article image; primary-color: #906C56;
article image; primary-color: #6F5244;
article image; primary-color: #97897E;
article image; primary-color: #6D5247;
article image; primary-color: #897E6C;
article image; primary-color: #44332B;
article image; primary-color: #A3908A;
article image; primary-color: #978382;
article image; primary-color: #8D8181;
article image; primary-color: #8C7A7A;
article image; primary-color: #A38D7F;
article image; primary-color: #716766;
article image; primary-color: #775A48;
article image; primary-color: #6E574F;
article image; primary-color: #A29992;
article image; primary-color: #AAA8A9;
article image; primary-color: #6D5146;
article image; primary-color: #613C2C;
article image; primary-color: #79726A;
article image; primary-color: #766055;
article image; primary-color: #988589;
article image; primary-color: #928D87;
article image; primary-color: #786054;
article image; primary-color: #6D5952;
article image; primary-color: #766E6B;
When I was eleven, I moved with my family to a small suburb in New Jersey. With us, we brought generations of sentimental clutter. As time passed we continued to shed the debris of our suburban existence, which ultimately settled to the bottom of the house. Loosely organized mounds piled higher and higher, becoming archaeological cross-sections of our family’s cumulative nostalgia. As a teen, I would spend bored or depressed afternoons and nights rummaging through the evidence of my family’s past lives, trying to inherit feelings from objects I had little to no history with. Over the years the function of the basement changed for me. At various points it was a rehearsal space, a studio, a place to skate and somewhere to play video games. Ultimately, the basement was a place for me to be alone. 

9.3.19

Deirdre Sargent, Nicholas Sullivan, Philip Hinge

darkZone

'Field of Flowers' by Anna Taganzeva-Kobzeva at Fabula Gallery, Moscow

'WEBWAY' by Jennifer Mathews and Mia Middleton at Haydens Gallery, Melbourne

'Body Without Organs
' by Matt Smoak at BAD WATER, Knoxville

'Aladdin Kebab', Group Show Curated by TZVETNIK at llil.space, Rostov-on-Don

'Squeaky Beach' by Collective Disgrace (Ilana Winderickx, Sophie Conus, Pablo Rez

'Session N1 Distant touch' by Sasha Gosmant and Olesia Lavrinenko at Daipyat, Vor

'...schläft sich durch' by Elif Saydam at Kunstverein Harburger Bahnhof, Hamburg

'Flesh of Earth' by Suzanna Zak at Prairie, Chicago

Proudfoot & Piasecka (ft. Nima Séne, Ailie Ormston and William Darrell), ENSEMBLE

'Šedý girlandy' by Anka Helfert at Studio PRÁM, Prague

'Castles III' by Jesse Sullivan at apartment 13

'You Likey?' by Joe W. Speier at King’s Leap, New York

'À fleur de boue' by Cecilia Granara & Pierre Unal-Brunet at Double Séjour, Clich

'Fog Palace' by Philip Hinge & Club Superette (presented by Catbox Contemporary)

'Truth' by Alexey Zhuravlev at Gallery Victoria, Samara

'Siren Fort', Off-Site Group Show at Rozel Point Oil Field, Utah

'Glück für Sorgenkinder' by Isadora Vogt at Sentiment, Zurich

'Tales of Nursing' by Loren Kagny at eeeeh!, Nyon

Next Page