Diana Vreeland could’ve been describing Jamie Holley’s assemblages when she quipped, “I’m a great believer in vulgarity — if it’s got vitality.” Undeniably garish and teeming with life, Holley’s pieces are, simply put, too much. Plastic action figurines, small stuffed animals, novelty key chains, Mardi Gras beads, yesteryear’s Happy Meal prizes, and tacky phallic party … Continue reading Jamie Holley’s Plastic Dreams