|OPEN: THURS–SAT, 12–6 PM - 395 WEST STREET #2|
|LOCATION & ABOUT|
|MARCH 5, 7–9 PM|
|SPARE ROOM: BRENDAN FOWLER|
Spare Room presents a new series of monochromes by Brendan Fowler.
On the occasion each artist has authored an original text:
image starting points:
inside the edges of a scanner bed, light makes heat, simulates touching a screen.
online marks move—back forwards
machines talking and back-talking, with and over each other
So, shippers always write these amazing, very detailed condition reports for my work, like, "frame is piercing other frame / plexi is cracked in 5 places / work is broken" etc. All of the gestures that I'm painstakingly faking they meticulously catalog, which I know that they must do to protect their ends, lest it should appear that they picked up 4 photographs from the gallery which somehow made it into this sculptural collision on the ride over to whomever they are delivering the work to. Joel and I have begun to take them at face value, wondering, who are these fucked up shippers breaking these perfectly fine framed photographs? We always joke that we have shipper problems.