Last time we saw a large body of work from Kris Kuksi, he was giving his fans in Los Angeles a rare close look at his intricate mixed media assemblages (covered). This time around, he will be returning to the Joshua Liner Gallery for an exhibition entitled Revival tonight (November 21st), his fourth solo with the Chelsea showspace (see2009 & 2012). Ranging from medium sized to over five feet tall and wide, these ornate sculptures filled with assorted god-like figures, religious iconography, war machines, and dark elements must be seen in person to be fully appreciated. Kuksi explains – “Ancient Rome is our history teacher and our ghost for the future. Revival is about re-hashing, re-mixing, re-inventing, and re-creating.”
She always insisted that she could remember every detail of the very first evening we were together; how, for example, there was snow falling, and how the taxi meter, a little yellow glow above it, ticked, and how she felt, excited, in the interior of the heated cab, touching hands, but sad too, sad inside, the way you feel when you like a man, and when you know that with him it will happen, and you’ve made up your mind even before it happens so that he doesn’t really have to ask you, it’s something (she explained, explaining how a woman in so representative a circumstance feels) you feel and he feels, a pleasurable tension between you, a silken tightness, waiting to get to a place, his apartment or yours or a friend’s room or a hotel or even a deserted country road, so that you sink into a trance of waiting, a deliciousness that’s somehow sad, too, and you feel, because of the sadness, both there and not there, inside the cab and holding hands and not inside the cab at all and not holding hands at all….
She looked out of the window of the cab then at the falling and spinning snowflakes, and the dark store fronts, securely bolted against the night, and she said (it was the only phrase I, too, remembered, there were so many other things I had forgotten but the little truncated phrase I remembered) isn’t it beautiful sometimes, and I asked her what was beautiful sometimes, and she said: The snow, and everything.
—Alfred Hayes, In Love
(A melancholy snow scene in honor of the Nor’easter set to hit the East Coast tomorrow.)
Cover photograph on In Love by Saul Leiter.
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