Everybody is pleased to present Morgan Mandalay’s solo exhibition, The Sun Hung Low or A Question Loomed. Fitting for the inaugural show in our Chicago space, it has its beginnings, ends, and is plagued with in-betweens.
A snake made of bottle caps wraps around itself on the floor. Trees grow, overgrow, burn, and grow again. And some kind of mouse created a hole in our newly-built drywall (this may or may not be related to the snake).
It’s hard to tell if the sun is rising or setting. You might come to a conclusion based on the time of day, the temperature outside, your political views, or something else. Whatever the case, you’re looking at some paintings and not the sun itself. This is probably a good thing.