Organized by Dena Yago
Lands' End
January 11–February 15, 2015
Organized by Dena Yago
Organized by Dena Yago
Josephine Pryde
It’s Not My Body XV, 2011
Giclée print
35.5 x 24w in
Edition 3 of 3 + 2 AP
Josephine Pryde
It’s Not My Body I, 2011
Giclée print
35.5 x 24 in
Edition 3 of 3 + 2 AP
Mia Goyette
Windowbox (Complaints), 2014
Pigmented polyester resin, concrete, cigarettes, necklace, dead leaves, various refuse, steel brackets
10.5 x 22.5 x 10.5 in
Patrick Armstrong
East River Cooperative (453, 455, 457 FDR Drive), 2014
20 x 16.25 in
Inkjet print, frame
Edition of 3 + 2 AP
Patrick Armstrong
East River Cooperative (453, 455, 457 FDR Drive), 2014
20 x 16.25 in
Inkjet print, frame
Edition of 3 + 2 AP
Patrick Armstrong
East River Cooperative (473, 475, 477 FDR Drive), 2014
20 x 16.25 in
Inkjet print, frame
Edition of 3 + 2 AP
Alisa Baremboym
Chuchela, 2009
Acrylic on inkjet print
60 x 24 in
Alisa Baremboym
Chuchela, 2009
Acrylic on inkjet print
60 x 33 in
Dena Yago
Everybody Hurts, 2015
Rusted metal chain, foam toast, foam red bean bun
Dimensions variable
Dena Yago
Hard Water, 2015
Rusted metal chain, glass bottles
Dimensions variable
Dena Yago
One Big Happy, 2015
Rusted metal chain, foam cake, enamel spoon
Dimensions variable
Dena Yago
Windmills at Dawn, 2015
Rusted metal chain, hand fork, bell
Dimensions variable
Dena Yago
I’m O.K. You’re O.K., 2015
Rusted metal chain, dried fish maw, shell, penny
Dimensions variable
Zoe Latta
Amphibious Pal and Her Baby, 2014
Lycra, rayon, cement, nail polish, wood, rubberbands,
wire, toy
37 x 18 x 7in
Zoe Latta
Suckle Diversion, 2014
Sheet foam, horse tail
1 x 40 x 16 in
Mia Goyette
Windowbox (Daily Pain), 2014
Pigmented polyester resin, concrete, life-cast plaster, dead leaves, various refuse, steel brackets
10.5 x 22.5 x 10.5 in
Dena Yago
The Ruler, 2014
Metal bowl, rattlesnake tail
9 x 9 x 6 in
I watched a metal milk jug roll down the sidewalk and into the gutter. When righted, it became a collector for rain water. I took it back to my apartment. I carried it to my roof, covering its mouth with a sheet of cheesecloth to filter the brake particulates and other settling dusts. On tasting the gathered rain, it lacked the dulled metallic sweetness of the city's municipal tap water. When I found that jug it was in the gutter at the opening of an alleyway, no longer used as a vase for the dried wheat, the dried and bleached yarrow flowers, the dried celosia cockscomb that had sat in repose atop the Maitre d's reclaimed burnt pine stand. The restaurant door was held open by the weight of a rusted steel wheel. In California, I drive past hubcaps lying on the side of the road.