Since you missed it, I’ll give you the review, get you caught up. This particular gallery popped up in my living room on a Friday morning.
The woman behind this first piece is a budding young artiste, Ava, who is about to turn 2. Her mediums range from crayons and markers to urine and feces. She likes to call this piece ‘orange you so mad?’, and dedicated it to her father. The was done from a single orange Crayola crayon, pulled blindly from a 2011 box of 64.
The guy behind the second work, below, is actually a dog. Twenty-eight (dog years) year old phenom, Mr. Cooper, or Butters. Cooper offers us an example of unbridled anger in the form of shredded metal window blinds. Instead of a paintbrush, it looks as if he used a wolverine. Whomever said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks should be dragged into the street and shot.
After talking myself out of a frenzy, I decided to find the two young handicrafters behind these works. It seems that they built out a loft space underneath my bed, a little art district, just beyond my arms reach.