The opening of Cosmic Traffic Jam was blinded by a disappointing, persistent blight of social anxieties of sexuality, gender, and race being perceived as artistic truth. As I repeatedly recount, the aim of art ought to be toward purity, toward an act of authenticating a subjective viewer through the interaction of an inconceivable creative expression, thereby ablating the subject-object division....

Diverted Destruction from The Loft at Liz's presents an assortment of artwork that most politely is described as “recycled”. While that is a worthy creative effort in its own right, for the sake of art we ought to expect goodness to be represented aesthetically. What else would the purpose of raising one person’s trash be if not to turn it into another person’s treasure? Fortunately,....

Peter Fetterman Gallery’s The Fashion Show opening represents that rare nexus of art and commerce, wherein commercial enterprises lead to transforming the concept of marketing into something – though not always – transcendent. The ideal of art, after all, is to elevate and reverberate a sense of the sacred. Brute mass marketing hardly accomplishes this (though that is not its aim). But on....