Author Derek McCormack writes of artist Kim Dorland that his “ideas of nature come from horror movies. More than that: it’s like they come from watching horror movies on a VCR in a rec-room in Alberta in the 1970s…Look at his use of rhinestone eyes for owls: very macramé. Look at use of nails and string for the wolves’ teeth and drool: very string art. Look at the trees: they’re painted on wood, so that grain is visible beneath." Fanzine gets the goods, an essay from very limited edition catalogue based on a show at Mike Weiss, NY. P.S. – look for work from McCormack’s publishing house Book Bakery in the near future. All Images here courtesy of Angell Gallery, Toronto.
Author Derek McCormack takes us down the fairy’s hole, from the fairy grottoes of Georgian England on down through André’s beauty parlor on The Flintstones, to the modern, colorfully garish, ponderously beautiful, holey fake forms of Vincent Fecteau, now on view at Matthew Marks in New York City.
It’s that time of year again. When traditions are reinforced. Ever wonder how Santa Claus came to be a one outfit kind of guy? Like Tom Wolfe? Mark Twain? Wayne Coyne? Well, McCormack charts Santa’s suit history down to its current static iteration. This is from McCormack’s new book, Christmas Days on Anansi Press.