Chase Langford

at Bryant Street Gallery

Commercial Street Carnivale

When you were little you liked fairs and folk holidays. The rides, the music, the food - it was pure joy. When you grew up you understand that they all are shallow standard commerce-driven enterprises. While getting old, the fairs regain their lost shine, but now that is nostalgia and memories.

Myong Stebbins

at Bryant Street Gallery

Poem from Gyeongju III

Love is like an intricate plant. It has roots - events that our conscience does not register. They lead us to the point in time when love gets out of ground, into the open. Love starts to bloom with flowers of desire (lilac spots in the center). They outgrow fast into the white down of comfort. A blow of wind takes the down away. Love sadly dies. But it leaves the seeds for the next spring.

Chase Langford

at Bryant Street Gallery

Bondi 4

At first you are intrigued by mystery(the black spots). You start exploring. Pretty fast you get to the erotic part(the white-red figures in the left middle). The further explorations are giving you huge rewards in soul bonding(the blue figures on the left and light green field on the right). But the exploration never stops, it just elevates to the next level.