January 6, 2012
An exhibition of works by Bradley Villalon.It is quite a practice to distort reality, if one can no longer find beauty in its most banal form.Say: a perfectly contoured face driven by platitude can break itself into disheveled pieces yet remain crafted. Or a failure of flight can bring a pair of feet to leave its owner and rightfully place itself in between a cushion of clouds.In this Untitled exhibition, you may find yourself stepping back, tilting your neck or even closing an eye to fall in love with what is in front of you. Indulge. Let this alteration of what is real bring you a new sense of order and perhaps, a rekindling with what you used to deem as beautiful. -Samantha Nicole Samonte

An exhibition of works by Bradley Villalon.

It is quite a practice to distort reality, if one can no longer find beauty in its most banal form.

Say: a perfectly contoured face driven by platitude can break itself into disheveled pieces yet remain crafted. Or a failure of flight can bring a pair of feet to leave its owner and rightfully place itself in between a cushion of clouds.

In this Untitled exhibition, you may find yourself stepping back, tilting your neck or even closing an eye to fall in love with what is in front of you. Indulge. Let this alteration of what is real bring you a new sense of order and perhaps, a rekindling with what you used to deem as beautiful.

-Samantha Nicole Samonte

4:20am