By Candy Austen
On 2 December 2018 In art painting
A woman cutting atramentous opens a behemothic bottle aperture and struts into a blazingly lit white-walled space. The attic is gray concrete. The amplitude feels alienating, cold. Overhead, beaming bulbs casting a sterile, hospital-like light. This isn’t the alpha of a abhorrence film. It’s a typical, admitting cliched, white-cube art arcade in New York’s Chelsea […] ...