" ... bright, flickering patterns of his applique-on-found-glass
output somehow convey to me a feeling of camp guignol: vibrantly
psychedelic yet rigidly hallucinogenic -- kind of like what I imagine
pill-popping housewives from '50s movies might see when the high kicks
in and the children are screaming from the solarium. On Easter. If
those housewives were trapped in gay men's bodies. Strangely, the works are also almost soothing to get lost in -- they
register any changes in light impeccably; I especially like them on
golden-sunny late afternoons -- and they're pretty like a little girl's
hat. His latest batch of works, which Mosley calls "portraits," is
receiving a month long showing ..."
review of Portraits, solo show
San Francisco CA
San Francisco CA
