Curated by Rachel Rader and Ben Wright
To define the 4th dimension of the glass world one must find the variables vibrating the farthest from the cultural norms and well-traveled orbits of the masses, so far off the atomic grid that they redefine it. The artists in this exhibition engage space, time and pseudo science with the sardonic wit of home chemistry enthusiasts.
They have transformed this art orphanage into a wonderfully confusing psychedelic wormhole for you. As you wander the show, avoiding ubiquitous micro space rubbish, ponder the meaning of alien heads and lava lamps floating in a pool of shiny muck, attach significance to Drury’s impeccably curated horde and giggle at the sight of an aquatic tooth brushing orgy.
Riccuto’s over-sized Kaledicsopemobile meets Hanson’s lab of inequity in a symbiotic and symbolic mash up of self-reflective worldviews. But do not overlook the quieter voices here. As glass fades eloquently into concrete into light and back again it creates harmonic undertones that float beneath the raucous chorus.
Like a three ring circus, this show radiates more energy then can be logically consumed and dewy decimeled in a single dose. Strip your preconceptions of material, scale, and intent. Open your third eye and dive into the fountain of weird. I think you will find that the water is just fine…
There is no question that glass attracts a community of eclectic practitioners that move to the beat of an idiosyncratic drummer. It defies rigid logic and acts of its own state shifting volition: freezing movement, transferring light, reflecting and distorting created realities.
Even in this odd company, these artists are transgressive, the weird of the weird, non-conformist ill-fitting prosthetics of the glass world. They are busy producing the new classics of tomorrow.
