Contemporary Art in the Americas Arte Contemporáneo en las Américas
Please have enough acid in the dish! Please have enough acid in the dish!

Please have enough acid in the dish!

Organized by Vinny Dotolo

M+B Los Angeles, California, USA 07/07/2016 – 09/02/2016

Artists: Harold Ancart, Alex Becerra, Louise Bonnet, Derek Paul Boyle, Matthew Brandt, Greg Colson, Bjorn Copeland, Cameron Crone, Awol Erizku, Kim Fisher, Samara Golden, Rives Granade, Joel Kyack, Dwyer Kilcollin, Friedrich Kunath, Shio Kusaka, Candice Lin, Nevine Mahmoud, Josh Mannis, Calvin Marcus, Max Maslansky, Joshua Nathanson, Claire Nereim, Ariana Papademetropoulos, Ana Prvacki, Sean Raspet, Charles Ray, Fay Ray, Ed Ruscha, Adam Silverman, Marisa Takal, Kenneth Tam, Paul Pascal Theriault, Charlie White, Chase Wilson, Jonas Wood, Eric Yahnker Please have enough acid in the dish! explores the intersections between food, daily life and

Artists: Harold Ancart, Alex Becerra, Louise Bonnet, Derek Paul Boyle, Matthew Brandt, Greg Colson, Bjorn Copeland, Cameron Crone, Awol Erizku, Kim Fisher, Samara Golden, Rives Granade, Joel Kyack, Dwyer Kilcollin, Friedrich Kunath, Shio Kusaka, Candice Lin, Nevine Mahmoud, Josh Mannis, Calvin Marcus, Max Maslansky, Joshua Nathanson, Claire Nereim, Ariana Papademetropoulos, Ana Prvacki, Sean Raspet, Charles Ray, Fay Ray, Ed Ruscha, Adam Silverman, Marisa Takal, Kenneth Tam, Paul Pascal Theriault, Charlie White, Chase Wilson, Jonas Wood, Eric Yahnker Please have enough acid in the dish! explores the intersections between food, daily life and

Joshing the Watershed Joshing the Watershed

Joshing the Watershed

Curated by Alex Chavez

Del Vaz Projetcs Los Angeles, California, USA 01/18/2015 – 03/29/2015

I am laminate. Every entry way reflects somehow, and somehow I am emotional. I have feelings too. The staircase escapes us. Hand me downs inform the form of a stepped stepladder. On the outside I am one step above you. On the inside I am clamoring, because, you see, hands and knees become me. Some

I am laminate. Every entry way reflects somehow, and somehow I am emotional. I have feelings too. The staircase escapes us. Hand me downs inform the form of a stepped stepladder. On the outside I am one step above you. On the inside I am clamoring, because, you see, hands and knees become me. Some