80 WSE Gallery is pleased to announce the 2012 NYU MFA Thesis Exhibitions. Here is the playlist:
April 3 – 14
Opening April 3, 6-8PM
G. William Webb
May 1 – 12
Opening May 1, 6-8PM
A 10.5 x 16" catalogue, hand-designed by the students, will also be available.
Why does the translation of abstract concepts into concrete reality invoke so many questions? Maybe that is the type of random progressive growth that should be respected rather than resolved.
Brad Troemel uses the anonymous online black market's commodity exchange to create actions and objects that complicate legality while making viewers unknowing participants. His work is meant to be sold so please buy it.
G. William Webb:
works with a viscous amalgamation of things both functional and not. His research often includes arcane systems or modes of making, leading to sculptural forms that sometimes suggest interaction.
My work flirts with thresholds/screens/membranes as a medium that alludes to compressing space/objects/distance.
Re-contextualizing and reframing the world as it may or may not exist, Leafe Zales plays with environments and translates space, allowing for a refusal between what we know, and what we imagine or feel. Close the door, open a window, change the alignment, fracture fragments. Fold one into two becomes one.
The interstellar mutation of the carbon cycle becomes fatal as it reaches into the inner logic of material being, transforming the world and all those who live in it into the glimmering lifeless crystal, choking out the beautiful lives with beauty itself.
The mailing system is an analytical method producing form. Postcards are altered in the mail. Transit generates a dialectical narrative. Normal scenarios produce rarity. Modification is built in the plan. Time and sequence are motif and tool. The concept returns with a built in fallout.
I used to wait for aliens to come and tell us that our physics is flawed and something like Newton was full of shit, but I will not anymore. I mean maybe I still want aliens but nothing more.
I am a painter. I hesitate to say anything about my pictures because if they succeed at all it is because they have no idea what they want. The reward of work is more work, the success of a painting is another day to paint.
Surfaces give into impressions and retain marks, splintering the depth that lies latent within flatness. Together, lines on graph, points in space, and color patches assemble into overlapping intricacies. Dislodged somewhere between a fraction of an idea and pseudo code, the decompression releases delicate, dense, and fleeting pockets of eddies rendered in thought unfolding.