Objects Sublimated to Things

04.15.2015  |  By

The Thing, founded and run by artists Jonn Herschend and Will Rogan, is “is a periodical in the form of an object. It’s like a magazine, except that each issue is conceived of by a different contributor and then published on a useful object.” Four times per year, subscribers receive an iteration of the journal. Over the years those object... More

Collection Rotation: Kirk Stoller

04.13.2015  |  By
Filed under: Projects/Series

For my installment of Open Space’s Collection Rotation, I’ve selected works that visually inhabit the narrow corridor that is the boundary between cohesion and collapse. It is the hidden stability of these works — a certain veiled resistance to failure — that I gravitate towards.


On Being-Hated: Damien Hirst, Alli Warren, Kissing the Wall.

04.08.2015  |  By
Filed under: Essay, Projects/Series

Let’s start with where I want to go. I don’t know where I want to go but it’s definitely not here. I’ve just quit smoking for the second time in my life and everything’s just one undifferentiated mass; I don’t know where I want to go, but it doesn’t matter. I just know that staying here means I can’t sleep — that I’m lucid &... More

Nothing That Meets the Eye: An Introduction

04.06.2015  |  By
Filed under: Essay, Projects/Series

Patricia Highsmith’s short story “The Great Cardhouse” (1963) centers on Lucien Montelhuc, a wealthy art collector whose passion is hunting down only the most expertly done forgeries of Old Masters, finding “bona fide masterpieces […] too natural, too easy, too boring” …


The Edge Effect

03.30.2015  |  By

unexpected projects is a collaboration between Jenny Salomon and Jen Stager. In this series, they interview other collaborative teams in the Bay Area to find out what their projects and processes are all about.

In Conversation: Selene Foster and Christopher Reiger of BAASICS: Bay Area Art and Science Interdisciplinary Collaborative Sessions

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A Bop Prosody: erica lewis and Mark Stephen Finein on Raymond Saunders

03.26.2015  |  By
Filed under: One on One

It lifts you up. It gets its way.

It doesn’t want to be understood but it wants to say something.

It wants you to like it.

It is also true.


On Being-Hated: Werner Schroeter, Erika Staiti, “Community”.

03.23.2015  |  By
Filed under: Essay, Projects/Series

Let’s start with where I can’t go. I could have one lover, maybe two; I could text someone I don’t know from the Internet and meet them on a street corner, kiss them when we don’t yet know each other’s names. I could stand on the same street corner, abandoned callously by someone else’s lover, weeping. I could get an email from someone ... More

Collection Rotation: Facundo Argañaraz

03.18.2015  |  By
Filed under: Projects/Series

For our regular feature Collection Rotation, we invite a guest to organize a mini “exhibition” from our collection works online. Today, please welcome artist and curator Facundo Argañaraz.

As a practicing artist and, more recently, as a gallerist, I navigate the stream of (monetized) digital information available via the Internet on a daily basis: endlessly browsing color-corrected images of artworks and premeditated installation shots, getting lost in high resolution fluorescent-white gallery walls of well-known or non-existent art spa... More

Other Half Orbit

03.16.2015  |  By

We met with Ingrid Rojas Contreras and Jeremiah Barber in the gallery of their current joint exhibition Lo real maravilloso at Mission Cultural Center to talk about their ongoing collaboration. Ingrid identifies primarily as a writer and Jeremiah as a visual artist; however, their connection and collaboration of more than a decade blurs boundaries ... More

On Being-Hated: Banks Violette, Pharmakon, Karaoke.

03.09.2015  |  By
Filed under: Essay, Projects/Series

Let’s start with where I am. It could be anywhere. I’m on a train to Philadelphia, I’m on a plane back to New York. I’ve just moved to Oakland. I’m wearing a pair of fingerless leather gloves and there’s a slim choker around my neck loose enough that the buckle’s constantly slipping over to the front.