Collective Unconscious

This was my favorite show in a long time.   First, laboratory glassware with the ink ghosts of crowds living in it.  A whole laboratory’s worth.  I used to teach at a school with a great old chemistry lab, and stripped and punched and crumbled as the whole building was, the wood cabinets and the […]

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Web

In the lobby, a plexiglass box with a theater light under it, petals open.  In the box, a spiderweb.  That was all. Black curtains, two sets, to go through, a sign that said, “Exhibit continues behind curtain,” because it is unclear in these Chelsea galleries where an exhibit might continue and where it might be […]

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Chelsea, 19th Street.

“The gallery is upstairs,” she says.  It was PSAT day, thus I had a moment to flit away from school and look about.  I love the PSAT even more than I did when I took it and it led me to be offered lots of money for school which I was too young and foolish […]

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