King Me, the two person show of fresh MICA alums, Dan Wickerham and Malcolm Lomax which opened at Open Space this past Saturday was, in short, a hot mess (please refer to definition 2 in the
Urban Dictionary). The chaotic/slacker/inside-joke-based installation was, while undeniably enthusiastic, a little lack-luster. Amidst the phonebooks, sawhorses, and porn clippings (all of which there could honestly have been more of), the best moments were when the artists went big with the bold. The two large wall pieces, which half-concealed smaller framed objects, helped to reign in the smaller collages and object-piles around the room, while simultaneously calling attention to those areas lacking impact. Each object was treated a tad too preciously for the overall aesthetic, and many of the details were swallowed by the enormity of the space.
King Me, the two person show of fresh MICA alums, Dan Wickerham and Malcolm Lomax which opened at Open Space this past Saturday was, in short, a hot mess (please refer to definition 2 in the Urban Dictionary). The chaotic/slacker/inside-joke-based installation was, while undeniably enthusiastic, a little lack-luster. Amidst the phonebooks, sawhorses, and porn clippings (all of which there could honestly have been more of), the best moments were when the artists went big with the bold. The two large wall pieces, which half-concealed smaller framed objects, helped to reign in the smaller collages and object-piles around the room, while simultaneously calling attention to those areas lacking impact. Each object was treated a tad too preciously for the overall aesthetic, and many of the details were swallowed by the enormity of the space. 
