Last night Rebecca and I went to Nate Lowman's opening at Maccarone. It's a meditation on smiley faces and their many meanings, contexts, and manifestations. Of course, being Ms. Easy Rider, I loved the show because it touches on the death of the individual, the death of the American dream and perversion of pop culture, the value of junk, and the making of your own mark (among other things). While the exhibition doesn't showcase the mastery of paint, the cutting yet playful approach to modern Americana stood out for me, especially in the smiley face painting above. As a kid I collected smiley face jewelry and named each one some version of "Sam." I also painted and collaged all the walls in my bedroom and closet to my parents' dismay. So I mostly dig it because it hits so close to home, and we literally couldn't stop looking.
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Sunday, March 1, 2009
it's not over not over not over not over yet
Last night Rebecca and I went to Nate Lowman's opening at Maccarone. It's a meditation on smiley faces and their many meanings, contexts, and manifestations. Of course, being Ms. Easy Rider, I loved the show because it touches on the death of the individual, the death of the American dream and perversion of pop culture, the value of junk, and the making of your own mark (among other things). While the exhibition doesn't showcase the mastery of paint, the cutting yet playful approach to modern Americana stood out for me, especially in the smiley face painting above. As a kid I collected smiley face jewelry and named each one some version of "Sam." I also painted and collaged all the walls in my bedroom and closet to my parents' dismay. So I mostly dig it because it hits so close to home, and we literally couldn't stop looking.
