Five Senses: Cop a feel. Sniff a whiff, sneak
a peek, tongue the tang, ear ye ear ye, the eyes have it.
what about the other 17 senses? ESP, ESPN, and NYSCA notwithstanding?
may get a sense of that as we trudge along the spoor-studded
Art Safari trail.
does a tangy nasal tango in this multi sensoral yin-yang mask of
comedy and stubble cheeked tragedy called "Make
this be a rebuttal of David Byrnes' "Stop Making Sense"?
to the womb (in this case a double squash) and discover your long
lost (not quite) identical twin.
Contes shares the solo room spotlight of attraction
and "Seasonal Bulbs" is swellingly
swell. Or swolen.
totally in favor of severe tire damage wrist chopping for the bankster
gangsters who have been pillaging lately.
bestow the Noam Chomsky award for "Brashness of
Banksters It's my money! I stole it! And I'm keeping it!"
way, it sold for $950. And Jackson "made off" with the Jacksons!
as my eyes laid on Clare Kassor's "Wave Hill",
I felt a major deja vu coming on over and over.
been there! I know that place. And it's so. I was there one afternoon.
Great sculpture exhibits!
cologne. Erica Minglis has completely broken
the ozone layer with her dynamic pheromone powered olfactory over
indulgence that is absolutely "In Good Taste".
Star Kist among us will testify, the key is to taste good...
to the point of cocoa vortex.
the sudden noise that has captured the attention of both the eater
and the eatee?
Ampel sets the dishes on the tableaux but doesn't say who gets
et in "Run or Hide".
Kircher breaks the first rule of coloring books and paints
outside the lines in "Untitled For the Creative
a good thing there aren't two man-o-war fish in here because this
bowl ain't big enough for the one of us.
dong dangle dog prize goes to Lenny Kislin
for the most fun to fondle sculpture in the show, "World's
Greatest Toy". I look forward to "world's other
greatest toy" soon.
we officially discourage anyone (unless you buy it) from diddling
the ding dong, There is a rumor that if you doodle it right, it rises
up to it's name.
gets crisp in "Conamara".
and painterly, that's what I always say. And be sure it glows. This
one sheds an infra red penumbra on solo room A.
of the commercial interruption, Alfred Hitchcock's
jowly profile is expertly manipulated by twist tie wizard Sparrow,
whose ante deluvial chirps presaged the post deluvial deluge of
Tweets of today...
"bird bard" is, dare I say it, an oracle, a ventricle
and a mineral. This geo-logical deposit of either ore is in solo
the universal yum-yum yin-yang stoneware mandala of love, "Lovers"
by Jerilynn Babroff.
this one leaves out the sense of sight or maybe there are visions
we see with eyes closed...
carries the torch of love for "Jackson and Lee".
paintings also bring in the Jacksons.
Treitner has a direct line to some senses that make no sense.
it in his tumescent totem pole called "Grandmother
Starwoman Pulling Stories From Her Belly".