Opening Reception: June 17 2023 2–5pm
Open to all. Pizza for free. Masks indoors.
On view June 17–July 15
1183 DeMeo St, Santa Rosa, CA
Open most Saturdays 10am–2pm, or by appointment.
laborisamedium.org | @laborisamedium
"I want to think this is all going to work out but like the guy says: 'nobody gets through this life alive.'"
My whole life we've been at war. We've been at war against Drugs; against Terror; against Crime. We've been at war for Oil; for Stability; for Capital. It's always someplace else, but it's also always present: a shadow slightly out of step. If it ever really goes off, we're all toast.
Perry Doane's Low in the Field is haunted by the specter of war: history, heraldry, futility, and death rendered mundane by sheer scale. The chemical-stained surfaces of small, ghostly photographs hover just at the edge of recognition. A diamond screen, corroded and clouded. Heavily processed, the work in Low in the Field carries touch, time, and memory in its surfaces. It's time spent with the ghosts—melancholy, perhaps, but also beautiful.
Opening Reception: June 17 2023 2–5pm
Open to all. Pizza for free. Masks indoors.
On view June 17–July 15
1183 DeMeo St, Santa Rosa, CA
Open most Saturdays 10am–2pm, or by appointment.
laborisamedium.org | @laborisamedium
“I want to think this is all going to work out but like the guy says: ‘nobody gets through this life alive.'”
My whole life we’ve been at war. We’ve been at war against Drugs; against Terror; against Crime. We’ve been at war for Oil; for Stability; for Capital. It’s always someplace else, but it’s also always present: a shadow slightly out of step. If it ever really goes off, we’re all toast.
Perry Doane’s Low in the Field is haunted by the specter of war: history, heraldry, futility, and death rendered mundane by sheer scale. The chemical-stained surfaces of small, ghostly photographs hover just at the edge of recognition. A diamond screen, corroded and clouded. Heavily processed, the work in Low in the Field carries touch, time, and memory in its surfaces. It’s time spent with the ghosts—melancholy, perhaps, but also beautiful.
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