Curated by Chris Bors

Michael Bevilacqua, Chris Bors, David Humphrey, Ketta Ioannidou, Todd James, Allison Schulnik, Jeremiah Teipen, Aaron Zimmerman

Gallery hours: Friday, Saturday, Sunday, 12 – 6 PM

“Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we’ll have ourselves a field day. We’ll find us some spacegrass, Lay low, watch the universe expand.” -Clutch, “Spacegrass”

A broken KISS 8-track tape falling through outer space suddenly becomes stuck between a chocolate bar and a jar of peanut butter, landing on an alternate earth resulting in an iPod mix part 60s psychedelia, 70s hard rock, 80s punk and 90s nihilism, leaving out the 2000s status updates. While listening to said mix from the rear door of their parent’s green Oldsmobile station wagon, a small group of friends light a Cheech & Chong-style spliff, causing the planets to align and an interstellar wave of hunger, prompting the universe to inquire, “Where’s the beef?” While nursing their joystick blisters and eating Peanut Butter Cap’n Crunch, each teen dreams up their own idea of what utopia looks like. These visions were frozen in a time capsule on Gallifrey, only to be unearthed when the time and relative dimension in space felt right. Opened in 2012, the images resembled paintings like Michael Bevilacqua’s layered chrome and black attack, Chris Bors’s post-pop pseudo propaganda, David Humphrey’s surreal suburban wet dreams, Ketta Ioannidou’s chaotic spiraling vegetation, Todd James’s bright cartoons from our Id, Allison Schulnik’s luscious thick impasto, Aaron Zimmerman intricate fever dreams and Jeremiah Teipen’s psychedelic sexual video. Now why don’t you get me a Pepsi before Fat Freddy’s Cat eats our stash?