Past: Keiichi Tanaami

The visual assault of these falling somewhere between a Yakuza tattoo or a Fiona Rae orgy of style, uncomfortable. A type of work pertinent in the age of overwhelming information, when looking at these feels a lot like opening one’s e-mail; an irruption of subliminal psychedelic terror, mocking visual space in its demolition of it.  Holding some kind of abject unconscionable terror.

click: Keiichi Tanaami at Nanzuka
click: Keiichi Tanaami at NANZUKA