Hair and Nails Gallery
Feb 23 – Mar 30, 2017
LIVE NOODS at Hair and Nails was only a matter of time and crawling they came, emperor worms. Entering recon 12 fathom program a coral reef Augie’s Day Afternoon. Orchid bather sex and death, Ramen intestines, nighttime fantasy neon bygone by day, substrate none, but not, here: circuit breath. Aura powdery, Pollock puffs, whit, vape, condense, re-infuse. Wiener dog calm ensues. Veritable porcelain plumbing stripper re-tensions split rail glass, cool pulsing dilations… Nothing but harmony. The Beach Boys’ 15 Big Ones don’t ask, they demand, “Ah why don’t you go arrest me from here?” These are such things, cuffing space. Hall and Oates’ silver beam disbars mind, jumps through ice, clean. We are forever. Guru face twitches pants rollercoaster dog. Forget me, forget you, Eat HERE.
Un-clinical toy-camouflage desires Victorian bannister, Klimt Eastwood bats his wings. Baron Von Tantra, in what din’s siestograph machines are we subjects LUV NSA GDP///ctrl alt DLT. Poodle/
EAT Big as your Head, off pedestals at ideal height from window seats. Start, loop, and return to slightly different rainbow holes. Hands, feet, eyes, things on the journey. Don’t gaze into the sun; if you want to live see only dogs, halos, nurseries. In one eye clouds, knots gates; in two, into.
Nona brought Fletcher a sandwich. I told him to sue the band with his name. Which one is your favorite, they all ask? They’re all so good they say hi!
Pets! What time is it? How long has it been? Bubbles and ripples… convalesce… evanesce. Pet, why dust? Let worker ants push from ocean’s floor… —…—… one day the angler fishes’ third eye breaks upon surfacing too quickly. Immerse Cunningham.
In an abasement of contrails and right-angled houndstooth, a panoply of haut-bas sutras loose 20th. Found in home furnishings, hate the door itself, then, COME IN! Cartwheel plexi-Bravia tango lightning shards skatejaculates left, oil spill pipeline spin cycle fudges right, cube gleaned. Phantom twin. Go theme! 45 degree world x S.F. Theibaud-land washed lavender grey, barely holding hardening coal for aerial parking pre-Coit buttress. Fog-dock-fog, triple red beams. Cardboardy steam-rolled cuboidism rice shower. Beige/grey push-pull sweet hostel diptych with the ball-sac Bacon bulb from the logshoreman’s Tenderloin he dared not. Finally, Paloma Ikea meat rocker. No assembly required other than 4 years. Guy Lombard, I see the powder blue push pink. And it is pulled, too.
-Sean Smuda, is making a book right now.
Ryan Fontaine Loose Diamonds
“This collection of seven canvases in a way encapsulates the more painterly thread of my art practice over the past eight years of living in San Francisco. While there is a sort of assemblage element to these paintings, and the materials lists include resins, industrial inks and even collage, they are at heart straight forward oil paintings. In this work I am trying to achieve clarity and resolution by working through a jumping off point of intentional confusion and conflict. There is a lot of sabotage in these painting’s DNA. I was and am always searching for an ambiguous representational abstraction that fluctuates between a kind of surface oriented, flattened, canvas-as-object approach and a tableau containing familiar objects and figures, architecture and depth of perspective. Really, whatever it needs, but nothing more.”