Contemporary Art in the Americas Arte Contemporáneo en las Américas

Silhouette

Curated by Kevin Krueger and Aaron Harbour

Et al. etc. San Francisco, California, USA 06/17/2017 – 07/15/2017

Brian Longe, The East is Red Number One, 2014. Graphite & acrylic on raw canvas. 113 x 86 inches. Courtesy of Et al. etc.

Nico Colón & Grant Gutierrez, Spencer Avenue, 2017. Installation throughout space. Courtesy of Et al. etc.

Installation view: Silhouette, 2017. Courtesy of Et al. etc.

Artists: Loney Abrams & Johnny Stanish, Nico Colón & Grant Gutierrez, Gracie DeVito, Fox Hysen, Brian Longe, Ruby Sky Stiler, Christine Wang

I go out to find
The one with whom I’ve seen all hours’ moons
Once the curtains lifted
And he said, “I only swim to you”

Language is such a play –
He called his exit but his eyes irresolute
What pasts still sit today?
I feel I’m walking around in blue

He can hear me sing
He can hear me sing
Though he is far, I’ll never lose sight of him

He turned to me then looked away
A silhouette
A silhouette
Still returns to me

I’ll hand him his coat
It’s exactly where he left it long ago
We’ll fall all over floorboards
I lose my breath just envisioning the scene

Mysteries that wake up late – the table’s set
And the painting of his face
No time to hesitate
I cede all my light and play abandoned fool

– Julia Holter, Silhouette

http://etaletc.com/

Brian Longe, The East is Red Number One, 2014. Graphite & acrylic on raw canvas. 113 x 86 inches. Courtesy of Et al. etc.

Nico Colón & Grant Gutierrez, Spencer Avenue, 2017. Installation throughout space. Courtesy of Et al. etc.

Installation view: Silhouette, 2017. Courtesy of Et al. etc.

Artists: Loney Abrams & Johnny Stanish, Nico Colón & Grant Gutierrez, Gracie DeVito, Fox Hysen, Brian Longe, Ruby Sky Stiler, Christine Wang

I go out to find
The one with whom I’ve seen all hours’ moons
Once the curtains lifted
And he said, “I only swim to you”

Language is such a play –
He called his exit but his eyes irresolute
What pasts still sit today?
I feel I’m walking around in blue

He can hear me sing
He can hear me sing
Though he is far, I’ll never lose sight of him

He turned to me then looked away
A silhouette
A silhouette
Still returns to me

I’ll hand him his coat
It’s exactly where he left it long ago
We’ll fall all over floorboards
I lose my breath just envisioning the scene

Mysteries that wake up late – the table’s set
And the painting of his face
No time to hesitate
I cede all my light and play abandoned fool

– Julia Holter, Silhouette

http://etaletc.com/

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