The center cannot hold
Audrey Goldstein and Danielle Krcmar's "Ordinary Magic" at storefront art projects
Audrey Goldstein’s sculptures make me want to climb inside them. That’s not an option – the works are spinning, ephemeral. They’re not as fragile as cobwebs, but they look similarly freighted with time and dissolution – like splintered detritus and cloth torn to bits by a hurricane and momentarily brought together in a new, haunting form within the storm’s vortex. Perhaps they’re the hope within disaster, the possibility within disintegration.
If so, that’s something we all can use right now. But, damn, there’s also loss within disaster, grief and fear within disintegration.
The invitation within, though. That’s something else.
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