portfolio: natalie a edwards

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From my review:

“Smith’s pastel-primary-fluorescent paintings could pass for an acid-trip grandma’s precision-heavy quilt (if quilts were made of paper and gouache), or a petri-dish of magnified-pointillist bacteria (if bacteria were perfectly circular and extra psychedelic).”

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Carl says:

“Lost in the woods? Just come back from some mystical journey? Just got back from war? Just got back from killing everyone you know? Like to tap dance on flying swords? I like paintings about that. But to have all of that in one painting is something I don’t see. So I try to get as much of it in with my own work.”

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From my article in F Newsmagazine:

“Art critic Jerry Saltz has challenged the inflammatory, paranoia-inspiring Fox News talk show host Glenn Beck to an art duel. Saltz would like Beck, who recently attacked the public art on Rockefeller Plaza, to curate two art exhibitions: one of images or actual works of art that exist in New York City which Beck would like to see demolished, and another show featuring contemporary art he approves of. “In the spirit of bi-partisanship,” wrote Saltz, he would “secure a first-rate New York venue for each exhibition,” and would write about each show in New York magazine.”

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From my feature on Kyle Beachy:

“Kyle Beachy answered his phone, “Kyle Beachy, published author.” It’s a joke. He isn’t married to the idea of being an author, even though he has just published his first book, “The Slide,” which was named “Best Book by a Chicago Author in the Last Year” by the Chicago Reader, and is working on his next.”

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Excerpt from my feature on Art Talk Chicago:

“On one fall evening, year after year, Peoria street fills with Generation Google-Its in search of free booze and someone to flirt with. They ride the trolley to River North to feel alienated by the grown-up art in the spacious galleries. They are disappointed with the sparse selection of wine in plastic cups and mounds of sweaty cheese cubes atop wilted lettuce, and they quickly return to the West Loop. It is on this day of the year that they don their best duds: a sloppy boustier, perhaps, fashioned out of leather scraps. A skinned rodent pelt delicately placed atop a shaved head. A tuxedo. And it is on this day that they squeeze through corridors to make sense of the bold and sometimes baffling choices that our Chicago galleries make.”

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