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Under the guise of the Chamomile Tea Party, I take old propaganda posters and remix them with new text and imagery about the sorry state of American political discourse. These posters reflect my desire as an artist to “do something” about the social and political upheaval going on in this country. In addition, they have been instrumental in helping me to clarify my vantage point. It’s not on the political left/right spectrum as much as it is outside of it, looking in. In my essay, Choking on Our Words, I said, I’m somewhere else — between anger and curiosity and between our fears and our truths — weaving my way through a nuanced political minefield.
Jeff Gates’s Chamomile Tea Party project is now featured on Google Arts & Culture.
The works in Fault Lines prove that abstraction need not be confined to the inner life of the artist.
Celeste’s sculptures all rely on natural forces to achieve balance, and thus are perpetually on the precipice of collapse.
Romanticism to Ruin: Two Lost Works of Sullivan and Wright memorializes Chicago’s Garrick Theatre and Buffalo’s Larkin Building, which were razed to build a parking lot and a truck stop.
By reinventing the traditional bokashi technique, Hamanaka reminds us that nothing is dead, even when many proclaim otherwise.
The company’s mastery of the art market’s smoke and mirrors is its most impressive illusion.
Sadly, though by no means surprisingly, there is precedence for this female erasure. Women have been and continue to be the executors of the invisible, unpaid, unaccredited labor that makes much of the world run smoothly.