09/04/2026
Tonight at 5pm is the reception to open an exhibit by the Professional Photographers of East Tennessee at The Emporium on S. Gay Street.
Yours truly has two entries hanging.
I invite you all to come BUT only if you stand in front of my works making absolutely pretentious statements befitting a patron of the arts. To wit:
"Clearly, she is making a statement regarding the neo-Hegelist dystopia found in popular semantics."
"I find the use of intersectionality in the compostion redundant but yet, it evokes a sense of melancholy, really an homage to the Belle epoque era of ceramics."
“The piece interrogates the liminal architecture of memory while simultaneously refusing the bourgeois tyranny of narrative coherence. There’s an almost post-material tension between the negative space and what I would call the performative absence of vermilion—which, of course, situates the viewer within a kind of prelapsarian dialogue with late-stage capitalism. Notice how the diagonal gestures toward rupture, but never actually commits to it. That hesitation is important. It’s very Duchamp, but also strangely agricultural. The texture evokes grief, obviously, although not personal grief so much as the grief of infrastructure. And I think the chair—if we can still ethically call it a chair—functions less as an object than as an accusation. One is reminded of Derrida. Or perhaps a bus station in Antwerp.”
"Nice . . . hey, is there any more of that cheap wine and cheese left . . .?"
