Downstairs at the CAM, there's a big box full of white, gelatinous stuff with the consistency of grits (without the butter).
But where grits are warm and smell good, this stuff is cool and whiffs faintly of ethylene glycol: antifreeze, and that's the closest it gets to winter, the word SNOW, pasted in twelve-inch letters on the side of the box, notwithstanding. The piece, by recent Cal Arts grad Allie Bogle is an adventure in how far people will go for art, taking off their shoes (and socks) and slipping through this treacherous muck like Lucy hiking her skirts to join the Italian grape harvest. Wet-naps provided at the door were useless. The piece is titled I Love You More Now That You’re Gone, and can only refer to the sticky feeling inside your shoes, like residue from a sordid one-night stand. Go to the bathroom and wash your feet in the sink.
also by Bill Davenport
- Visions of Sugar Plums - December 12th, 2013
- Green Eggs and CAMH - December 4th, 2013
- Ed Cooper, Friend to Artists, Has Died - November 19th, 2013
- Raychael Stine: A Little Bit of Everything at Art Palace - November 13th, 2013
- Daniel Anguilu: Kaleidoscope at Peveto - November 8th, 2013