If 1917, a video game, is a movie, then Oldenburg's video games, sitting in the back room of the Hamilton Gallery, are movies.
Obinyan ostensibly frames Wax Print around asking the question, “Is wax print African?” It’s a question that is both impossible to answer and has a pretty obvious answer: Yes. You have likely seen wax print and, just as likely, somebody ripping off its style.
The 2009 musical, with book/lyrics by Maggie-Kate Coleman and music by Anna K. Jacobs, is ahistorical, apolitical, amodern, and absolutely entertaining.
Downtown 81, a somewhat fictional, hang-out movie starring Jean-Michel Basquiat and Alla Kovgan's assiduous documentary, Cunningham, screening in Baltimore
Field workers, sharecroppers, mothers, grandmothers (and occasionally fathers too) share space in her oeuvre with abolitionists and civil rights icons, everyone with dirt under their fingernails, everyone in all of their ordinary glory.
As Budenz makes clear at the beginning of the show, there has always been some version of a fuckboy, always someone trying to slide into your DMs.
This week: Larry Cook's Eternal Splendor at Galerie Myrtis, Expanded Dialogue at Guest Spot at the Reinstitute and MONOPractice, and C – Magnetic Cultures: Four Chinese Artists at Cardinal.
Space Kümité is probably the most good, clean fun one can have consuming a piece of media that revolves around a fight to the death to settle a debate about recycling human waste.
As soon as we go inside, into the art and out of the heat, I can tamp down my existential climate dread and cynicism a bit.
This week: Face Value at The Parlour, Tim Doud at Mono Practice, and Sue Crawford at ICA Baltimore. Face Value, through November 2, featuring work by Sydney Cook, Taina ...