craigslist projects, an exhibition space

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Who would go to Detroit’s craigslist to curate a show about optimism and hope? me. In a city the world seems to have given up hope on, in a country stifled beneath an economic wet blanket, I see hope. Maybe it’s the cheap, superficial, greeting card kind of hope but it’s an intention nonetheless. Maybe its simply because I believe we’re on the brink of the most devastating failure imaginable that I have to go to the fumes of my humanity and muster a spark of optimism. Because the alternative is frightening. Is our new american version of hope simply one that allows for a cheap buzz, firearm ownership and the right to default on our debts? The fact is that any hope, even delusional hope, is what separates us from the beasts. I pry open the pathetic, time and time again and am brought to the brink of weeping, and then, I see the pissed off Kiss-loving unicorn and I do weep and I fall in love with hope. (for sales inquiries follow the links to the original craigslist ads)

http://detroit.craigslist.org/okl/for/4490447203.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/wyn/for/4484583156.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/mcb/bfd/4457019390.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/wyn/clt/4478475908.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/wyn/art/4432164003.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/okl/art/4485326387.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/okl/boa/4491559927.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/wyn/app/4467999368.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/okl/bab/4462567918.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/okl/grd/4469575441.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/okl/clt/4440052815.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/wyn/art/4458037686.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/okl/art/4463726867.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/okl/for/4491035283.html

http://porthuron.craigslist.org/spo/4426005013.html

http://detroit.craigslist.org/mcb/for/4441670638.html

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Morality and meaning have inspired this selection of works curated from the Nashville metro area. We cling to morals, human connections, ethics, ego and identity in a fruitless search for some sort of meaning to our lives, despite the fact that over and over again we are faced with the unwavering resolution that we are, and everything is, meaningless. Is our morality dictated by our environment, our genetics, the collective unconscious? We devise illusions of rights and wrongs, and systems to gage and discipline in order to appease our monkey brains. These veils prove terrifically fun and fertile distractions. These distractions prove worthy of lifetimes of invested study, theses, prizes and cultural pursuits, but in the end, right or wrong, we’re all just prey to entropy. (for sales inquiries follow the links to the original craigslist ads)

http://nashville.craigslist.org/for/4475696092.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/for/4469334719.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/art/4458561410.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/art/4473182587.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/zip/4437809349.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/for/4471574355.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/bfs/4422845246.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/zip/4474768823.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/mat/4472570345.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/art/4388190760.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/zip/4437202198.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/atq/4414092529.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/art/4406739715.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/bfd/4470006389.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/art/4480002811.html

http://nashville.craigslist.org/for/4458736673.html

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Where else would I find the perverse, the banal, and the twisted slowly edging themselves towards surrealism but in Mr. Rodger’s neighborhood? This city’s 3 rivers of molten steel turned loose a brilliant range of works including a wedding gift depository shaped like a vagina, a delicate and obsessively pen-drafted knight riding a dinosaur, a spray painted lunar landscape and a bunch of tiny hats. Were I to have more control I would install the entire show in the free crumbling house, though it clearly exists as a discrete piece in its own right. Perhaps the perfect metaphor for the entire exhibition concept is the horror film inspired mass-murderer mask which eases its way past humor and firmly stands in the shadows of the antisocial. Bart kick-flips his way to the pink ice cream truck, past the hand painted little masks and the sorrowfully hopeless blank plaques. The concept that this exhibition occupies is scary and it lurks in each of our own neighborhoods. (for sales inquiries follow the links to the original craigslist ads)