Critical dialogue for Nebraska's contemporary visual arts
A point of connection dotted with goldenrod, people and thoughts leave as quickly as they come.
I don't mean to capture a moment with a camera, but to open up the image itself; something against the purity of the image.
Rock-paper-scissors is a zero-sum game: each winning gesture guarantees a loss for its opponent.
These are precarious times. Let’s make precarious work.
Weiss demonstrates genuine command of what might be called the cinematographic demands of a painterly realism that still seeks to create a semblance of the fully experienced world.
If this kind of wacko fear-mongering is part of the new American norm, I think the best thing art can do is spook us out of this existence.