Tiempo de lectura: 1 minutos
Prairie, Chicago, Illinois, USA
13 de septiembre de 2019 – 27 de octubre de 2019
For those seeking a soulmate: Loveliness is loneliness. The collaged objects of the-end-of-days conjunct the plutonic week.
For those seeking a sustained tone: Fukushima daisies, petals warped back. “Everyone has a black hole inside them, even the universe.”
For those seeking palm trees planted outside a corporate medical building: Hearts, juicy warm, ripe to the touch, sterile.
For the sleeping loaves of terraced corn: A gauzy afterlife.
For those who ask themselves: “If I am not myself, then who am I?”: Remember stars and mosquitos intertwined.
For the Divinely fragrant: a song to heal the healer.
For those searching through their pockets: find veins within serpentine rocks. A chalcedony with rich moss-like inclusions.
If you are guided by inner sincerity; intuition updates in hard times.
For those seeking an end: Everything is in flux. Meaning anything could happen or not happen.
Creation takes place in the void!
Facilitate angelic contact.
Dissolve self-sabotaging behavior.
Go down the mountain into the valley of the dolls.
Evolve right now.
—Zoe Brezsny & Joel Dean
Joel Dean (b. 1986, Atlanta Georgia) currently lives and works in New York City. He holds a BFA from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago in 2009 and received fellowships from both the Yale Summer School of Music and Art (2008), and the Ox-Bow School of Art and Artist Residency (2009). His work has recently been included in exhibitions at Murmurs in Los Angeles, Interstate Projects in New York and Cordova in Barcelona. He is currently a resident at the Triangle Arts Association in New York City.