Aluminum shells glide into felted neoprene.
An economy of echoes.
Flits over the cobblestone underlayment.
Vestigial teeth of a lost twin,
revealed by an abscess,
in a pelt of the bitumen,
worn raw by a tide of nights' labors,
molts endlessly into the dark.
For his previous exhibition, Salvation Armani, Ben Morgan-Cleveland turned Real Fine Arts into a camera obscura, projecting the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway into the gallery. A concurrent off-site exhibition at Ft. Tilden Beach, Queens, NY, took place within a rudimentary gallery space made of 2x4 posts with a white mesh ceiling stretched over top. For this exhibition at Eli Ping, which sits 10 feet below street level, there will be no beach, no sun.