all his strength was concentrated in his fists, including the very strength that held him upright @ David B. Smith Gallery (Cole Sternberg)
- installation view
- installation view
- Cole Sternberg - he was so preoccupied with his own troubles
- Cole Sternberg - forgive me for disturbing you
- Cole Sternberg - the mob was flowing backwards and forwards without a plan, each man propelled by his neighbor, not one braced on his own feet
- Cole Sternberg - the senator now felt moved to extract the last ounce of enjoyment from the situation by refreshing his own and the others minds with the less important details
The whole gallery a canvas, which is neat, but slapdash – papery, peeling at the edges, done hastily in cheap paint, lacking meat. The pictures on the northeast wall are lovely: words and clouds, loss, lyrics, poems, teary letters handwritten on an airplane. Found objects from a story that I’m telling myself.