An insanely long but severly poignant title for the current show at Lisa Cooley Gallery- On the Pleasure of Hating: Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust; Hatred alone is Immortal.
The title comes from an essay by English writer William Hazlitt, about antipathies and the unruly passions of men. To me the title and the show both feel like a ripened more profound teenage angst and highschool heartache.
Dario Robleto’s Sinew of Purpose.
Josh Faught’s Triage, mixed media of canvas hemp, books, stitched and hung together.