I am often amazed by how art seems to come into my life at exactly the right moment. Bodies of work are tossed my way via the algorithm, the recommendation of a friend, or the sheer organic memory of an artist whose work I’d devoured years ago and somehow forgotten about. Something in me latches; there remains a part of my subconscious mind that needs an anchor, some impalpable sound to wrap myself around and declare temporary custody of.
Great review. I was at the show. Both Annie and Roxy were incredible. Kind of a genius booking.