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Choosing the outside artist on FDR drive at 125th street for 20 years right in sight emblematic of NY's short purview, it's experience fortified as singular by all the capital of NY's cultural megaphone. Luckily Black Cherokee is good, the serial collages over long periods of collecting cultural detritus accumulating all the juxtapositional irrationality of the time's moments and the surrealists these challenge for political ambiguity. Looking like google image searches missing the operative terms that organize, they feel automatic, the patterns emerging through the grate of images available for cutting. One common theme repeated: of people resting their cheek in their in their palm, looking off, and whether is this a cultural meme or an artistic one.
