Amy Brener's exhibition would suggest we had reached some summit, and from there, might have a view. A procession of single-colored objects in double file, poised on the floor and adorning the walls--lead us to a polychrome "altar," less stable in shape than its acolytes. Beyond, a stair to a basement; two hanging "garments" dressing this lower room. Not for us, already embodied, self-embodied, wearing themselves, disembodied, captured angels? These sculptures could be called vestments, furniture, and architectural ornaments.
New York City, NY; NYC