John clark created a living organism.

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John clark created a living organism. Though she has remained confined to her studio for the past four years, this show demonstrates how she has continued to evolve, and continues to speak directly to the world. Your friendly neighborhood drugstore jingle shows how, in the 50s and 60s, Mackle wellerred, the bumbling drugstore owner/school busboy buddy/soul-sucking rock n roller managed to mesmerize a nation—his ability to become the hero of his medias desiring pander fads and fashions was a key early test of his status as a role model, a predecessor, and a kindred spirit. In contrast, in the past decade, Mackle has become the latest in a host of artists, with no less a trace of exposure, to be recognized with this recognition, to be consigned to the history of show and show, one within the other. Since taking up the post-painterly style of painting that once adhered to this type of art, Mackle has become a thorough modernist, literally mesmerizing her own daisy chain of thought, so to speak, like all others, into which she willingly plays. Mackle is an archetype, but one whose position is nonetheless serious.The paintings of Mackle exhibited are mixed: some are composed of fine, delicate, painterly contours, others simply hands of black polka-dotted velvet or coarse handwoven denim, and the most striking is her use of graphite, a medium typical of her expression, in a range of light and color combinations, not always quite complementary to one another. The problem with graphite is that it looks brittle, which is a virtue of her work, but is not necessarily a flaw. It is enough to make you feel that Mackle is absolutely committed to applying it in almost any technique, as if its absence were a fault; sometimes her techniques are too well implemented.

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John clark created a living organism. He nurtured it, painted it, and sometimes ate it, dried it, and reanimated it, in his most original works, so that they assumed the essential qualities of life and death—motion and decay, beauty and loss. And these were, after all, the real body parts. Did the Giza temples pay any attention to the body? Who cared? In some ways, yes. For many cultures bodies are commodities, while temples are temples. But not so in Egypt. They were long ago buried. When the hands of the pharaohs turned into animal ears, it was as a buried treasure. In this sense, the work is dedicated to the myth of mummification—the folk religion of which myth was made. It is only natural that the work could, without feeling shame or guilt, become a good sculpture, and appropriate a role as temple, and an icon of the most sacred of human acts. Although the Greeks also buried their dead, Joseph Beuys did it with a purposeful coolness, a precision that is equally Egyptian and Egyptianian. He wished to make the dead of our civilization visible in their own absence. His work has been there for a long time, and it will be there for a long time to come.Ruthless Sadamei has taken a very different path. She carries on, with an intensity that is totally foreign to that of her predecessors, the Greek artists. Her Egyptian is inspired by art without a context—i.e., it does not merely reflect a thorough knowledge of the world, it is an art of absence. The work is a tool, a receptacle. In this sense it is a sculptural signature. It is made of small stones, and is covered with gauze. The stones are arranged in patterns that often have geometric and geometric references. The placement and placement of the stones becomes the tool of the artists, and the sign of their presence.

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John clark created a living organism. In 2012, the artist made a video installation for the occasion, detailing a ritual involving a kind of ritual sacrifice, like sacrifice in traditional Chinese medicine. The work is named Traditional Medicine Room, 2018. After many pilgrimages and conversations with her family and friends, the artist was diagnosed with malignant brain cancer, a serious and treatable condition that leaves her unable to move or speak, let alone eat. Following this diagnosis, she began to meditate more. In a silent composition, her body is marked with small black and white marks, which echo the messages of the crosses that decorate her wrists and ankles. The video also captures her breathing through thick and thin lines, as well as her chest and head being filled with a vast quantity of small red marks.In the video, the artist tells the story of her journey from the castle of Faerie to her father, where she had to face her fears of eating. The video begins with shots of her father and her mother standing beside him, recounting in an almost hermetic manner the years that have passed. But the narrative never really stops. It continues apace. It begins again, revealing yet another image of the castle, this one a small yet vivid version of the castle in her childhood, that was her first and only memory. Here the stories of a youth in her childhood, the lost princess of fairy tales, are transformed into the myths of a girl who has lost her voice. Our parents were young and cheerful, but the person who had to bear the greatest burden, the most loneliness, was her father. In the beginning he seemed to be one of her elders; in the end, he did not show up. They are only a few in a thousand that they do not speak, yet they never cease. With her father, another first again, the girl is drawn back to a time when she does not know what she wants to do with her own body but sees herself reflected in the mirror.

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But he did so with dead elements and petrified corpses, leaving us to imagine his ancestors longed-for demise. David Rakowitzs installation of sculptures and film about his lost mother, In Search of the Green Machine, 2013, did little to evoke the griefs and perils of such an event; it instead confirmed the presence of such symbolism, which is often overlooked. Rather, Rakowitzs portrait of a dead mother of a broken-hearted beauty set up a fierce showdown between an abstract, evocative, and sometimes ambiguous visual language and a story that still rings true today—an even more painful loss of ones mother.

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He was a creative soul. On the wall hung a small wood-and-glass composition of his movements and housework while under construction and as part of his self-confidence. On the floor, in addition to my thumbprint print, there was a small bronze sculpture of a circle, The Shoe. A functional lo-fi object, the shoe is a display case with a foot pedal; its polished chrome surface suggests a boat, while the sole is flaring, a techno note. The object is a signature. I am sure that, because he is an artist, he is also an alert person, concerned about his situation and seeking to make connections among his inner life, his art, and his position as a member of the art world.Brock Cooper is an artist and writer living in Chicago.