Through scale and interactivity, exaggeration and cooperation, Ari Bird’s work engages themes of communication, ritual and identity, and beautifully so in airy, dream-like hues.
Miyako Bellizzi is a force to be reckoned with. She dips into it all: Styling major artists, executing breathtaking fashion campaigns, designing sick jewelry, and recently, diving head-first into Costume Design.
The way each member of Slaughterhouse moves into the note of the first song, the first hit, the first riff, and the first growl of the front woman’s voice are heavy indicators that this band truly does not fuck around.
Speaking in a language of vibrant strips of color and punctuated compositions, Matthew King's paintings are accentuated by the radiant color relationships he employs.
Whatever introspective, quasi-destructive thought that may arise, Gabriel Alcala’s visual lexicon is purposefully simplified to be understood upon first glance
On Tuesday night, Melbourne, Australia native, Alex Lahey, took to the stage of West Hollywood’s Troubadour. As the old saying goes: “female-fronted is not a fucking genre.” I must say, however, that being a young queer woman, there’s always something magical about watching another queer woman backed by a band of fellow hard ripping women.
In less than a year, Boston-based artist Sam Fish created a temporary gallery concept and arts collective that moved from a vacant room in Somerville, Massachusetts into a three-floor storefront in the heart of downtown Boston.
