West Street Gallery presents a site-responsive project by Andrea Longacre-White. The artist has spent time photographing the gallery space, and reproducing imagery from the web site, synthesizing them to exploit the enduring clumsiness of contemporary imaging technology. The result is a series of unique, unmounted photographic prints.

Spare Room presents a new series of monochromes by Brendan Fowler.

On the occasion each artist has authored an original text:

Longacre-White:

image starting points:
1. photo in empty gallery, emailed to myself: ".jpgs in space"
2. weststreet.info

inside the edges of a scanner bed, light makes heat, simulates touching a screen.
fingerprints mark travel

online marks move—back forwards
stilled in mid-turn, backtracked to the last last page, last movement of hand and eyes over surface and light and blacks of letters and border of .jpgs or copy.
searches are forever

machines talking and back-talking, with and over each other
my scanner never gets cleaned

Fowler:

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.

This show at Spare Room is an exhibition of purple monochromes that I made by silkscreening solid purple over the inkjet prints before they were framed and over the fronts of the frames themselves. How my work functions typically, or engages within histories of painting or sculpture, or considerations of how this body of work functions differently within those histories aside, we were joking about what kind of crazy fucked up shipper not only would pick up these four photographs and on the way to delivering them not only jam them into this sculpture, but would some how get the whole thing purple? That shipper would be fired — no, no, man, that shipper is going to jail!

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