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Good Morning Dave
The Dama Art Gallery is pleased to present Good Morning Dave, a solo exhibition of photographs by California based artist Curtis Taylor. An expansion of Taylor’s popular 3D work, Good Morning Dave moves beyond the physical limitations of his sculptural work and emphasizes the spatial dynamics of positive and negative imagery.
The serendipitous fruition of this exhibition is the contemporary art fallout of an experimental pinhole camera project, wooden monolith and calamitous road trip to the midwest during a year in pandemia. Good Morning Dave is a paradoxical, but perfectly timed execution of a project gone both wrong and right.
The title Good Morning Dave seemed fitting as the literal and allegorical parallels between Kubriks’ Space Odyssey 2001 and the unconventional creative journey Taylor embarked on in 2020 were realized. In 2001, HAL’s A.I. advanced until it circumvented it’s inventors. The unintentional evolution and final presentation of this exhibition proposed similar discord for Curtis Taylor as he considered the possibility that the art no longer belonged to the artist.
The final collection of prints presented for Good Morning Dave is a mesmerizing visual frontier of Taylor’s enigmatic perspective on spontaneity, adaptation and perseverance.
Written by Jessica Torres, Owner Dama Art Gallery.
The serendipitous fruition of this exhibition is the contemporary art fallout of an experimental pinhole camera project, wooden monolith and calamitous road trip to the midwest during a year in pandemia. Good Morning Dave is a paradoxical, but perfectly timed execution of a project gone both wrong and right.
The title Good Morning Dave seemed fitting as the literal and allegorical parallels between Kubriks’ Space Odyssey 2001 and the unconventional creative journey Taylor embarked on in 2020 were realized. In 2001, HAL’s A.I. advanced until it circumvented it’s inventors. The unintentional evolution and final presentation of this exhibition proposed similar discord for Curtis Taylor as he considered the possibility that the art no longer belonged to the artist.
The final collection of prints presented for Good Morning Dave is a mesmerizing visual frontier of Taylor’s enigmatic perspective on spontaneity, adaptation and perseverance.
Written by Jessica Torres, Owner Dama Art Gallery.
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part 1
its calling mashed potato mountains flash burn floaters momentarily visible waltzing in the aether 1 2 3 listening to voices 4 5 6 muscle memory purpose unknown the process of becoming |
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part 2
stratum a horizon contained interpreted bisected and reconnected perfectly familiar conspicuously out of place alone calling to nothing in one to three-point perspective a tenuous balance dubious locations |
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part 3
blue danube a gale-force trebuchet a crescendo of dissonant chords beginning the process disassembling the becoming strangely ambivalent rumination conversations oversaturated impressions s-curve crushed blacks serendipitously obfuscated |
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Everyday is Sunday, now.
Everyday is Sunday, now is a pinhole camera project recording shelter-in-place social environments. The camera’s wide-angle “lens” and long exposures obfuscate moving objects and translate the sedentary as a once-and-future dystopia. The project was completed with homemade pinhole cameras fabricated from PVC pipe with aluminum can pinhole lenses exposed to direct to positive paper.
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commute 2-week stubble jammies slippers zoom garage cubicle the drapes do not match the carpet the roots do. Gloves masques and hand sanitizer coughing sneezing sideways glances do they know each other? Leashed scrunched hunched backs mourning constitutionals excuses to leave the house garbage recycling I need to check the mail. Look both ways muscle memory and look again empty streets full of cars. Push notifications FEDEX U P S pavlovian responses real first world connections six to eight weeks to arrive. Hello neighbor social distance social distortion social media the new american past time howling with strangers a shaved head whisking coffee flashing your other. Faded tape lines satirical amusement park ques curbside pickup only. N95 obfuscated smiles hot exhale steamy glasses polyethylene barriers did I just pull my mask down to hear you better? Every day is Sunday now routines forgotten vacation schedules two day sum day the next. |
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Routinism vol. 1
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a zine
analog coding rinse lather if live then repeat existential implications finding meaning in presence comfort in minutiae conversations connections moments |
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Routinism vol. 2
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a zine
Hear to Their Slouched, ear bud posture, And Backpack companions. Tibetan vibrations. Blue screens, white noise. Pavlovian conditioning. Vacant. Swipe. |
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extrapolate
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a double exposure zine
one/100 two a plastic optic event horizon collects connects condenses bifocal extrapolations of time and space |
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