The best grouping of galleries in Washington seems to be on 14th Street, where Jason Hughes's new work, Manifest, part of a three-artist show called Lucid Dreaming at Curator's Office, is a mesmerizing beauty. It offers up luscious hues of green, churning with graphic symbolism; but beware of the unknown.
Symbolism built on a foundation of fear, violence, and intimidation -- that is how one might describe Al Farrow's haunting, fortresses of worship at Irvine Contemporary. These sculptures are meticulously constructed of tarnished brass bullet casings, supported by a structure of handguns, and the walls covered by a haunting stucco of shotgun pellets. It is also mesmerizing, but -- extremely intimidating.
For a lighter, airier exhibit -- literally -- there's Etsuko Ichikawa's swirling drawings at Randall Scott Gallery. Ichikawa uses a glassblower's rod with molten glass to "draw" free-form imagery on sheets of rag paper -- quite nice. I'd love to see the flamers.
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