this is not NOT a peepshow
Opening Reception on July 16 from 5-8pm
Saturdays, July 16 - August 13, 2016
Opening Reception on July 16 from 5-8pm
Saturdays, July 16 - August 13, 2016
An exhibition of video, poetry, sculpture, painting, chocolate and manipulated florals.
Stamen sighs a pleasuring sigh, radars their wick and licks the salty neon chocolate off of her lips. Deep down, they know they are not NOT an artist.
The rest of the inventory is smug, envious and thirsty. This awkward geometry peeks out in the margins of a green grid. This is not NOT restraint.
…“Hey look. A rockslide.”
They froze a few seconds of this not NOT film (noir) scene and then, two years later, they looped the frames forever. The poise of his Parliaments drowned in black latex and multicolor sprinkles. Just listen to me. Just listen to me. Just listen to me. Just listen to me. Just listen-
With my senses, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
in the ponds broken off from the sky...
The crustpaste of an otherwise charming greypink squishsquare interrupts the poem to explain that this pond vs sky fracture is not NOT a horizon line afterall. Her neighbor, looming tenderly on an LCD screen smiles a pleasuring smile.
Greypink blushes to redblack, corners her elbow with the floor, and then winks, tentatively, at the teeny giggling monkey.
my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.
Monkey burps and yawns… this is NOT not another eroticized signifier.
In the distance, a glitterfinger
mimics the fantasies of the other juicy probes
tickling a terrain, tracing a boundary
indulged, but not NOT satisfied with Rilke’s lines above.
Forget the mimosas. Smell these flowers. Heaven can wait.
-Molly Mac, 2016
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