Memories fade. That’s the one good reason, as far as I can see, to compile an end-of-year list. It’s sometimes startling to retrace what attracted my attention over the course of a year; it is also instructive to determine where such a miscellany of shows fits in with ongoing areas of interest, and which ones, in hindsight, merited the time it took to review them.
Kris Graves
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Intimate Distances: Kris Graves’ Cold Comfort
The Icelandic landscapes in Kris Graves’ photographs are not pristine, not all of them. There’s a road here, a guardrail there, the lights of a distant town beneath a neon-green aurora borealis.
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I’ve Been to Small Black Door
Sometimes art happens by accident, like teenage pregnancy. On occasion the mishap can be fortuitous.
