I truly believe every
generation should have art that is unabashedly hip and caters to their specific
cultural zeitgeist, even if it is a hackneyed version of the previous
generation’s hot new thing. Welcome Joyce Pensato, whose work is undoubtedly
what would happen if you left a hipster in the microwave too long and they
exploded into a clean white space, with cultural references, a lot of black,
infantilism and asymmetrical bangs splashed everywhere. Not hating on the work,
just acknowledging that I officially feel old because I know this isn’t
directed at me, but undergrads who haven’t seen Mike Kelly or Thomas Hirschhorn
or Basquiat or fill in the blank and/or middle-aged art goers so desperate to
suck the life force of the young that they willfully engage in group amnesia.
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