Group Exhibition

Objects to Identify

Morán Morán is pleased to announce a group exhibition, titled Objects to Identify, which marks the gallery’s ten-year anniversary. With a text authored by Brontez Purnell, the exhibition features work by Diana Al-Hadid, Brian Belott, Charlie Billingham, Keltie Ferris, Eve Fowler, Michael Genovese, Luis Gispert, Bendix Harms, George Herms, Terence Koh, Eric N. Mack, Robert Mapplethorpe, Anders Ruhwald, Jacolby Satterwhite, David Benjamin Sherry, Agathe Snow, Willie Stewart, Torey Thornton, Kon Trubkovich, and Nick van Woert.

by Brontez Purnell

We would stand around galleries at night, blank as white walls. Art is great and all but we mostly came for the free white wine, the hummus platter (“broke as fuck – spent all my money on (whatever) last night”) and the shit talking. Dear God, the sweet holy SHIT TALKING…

“That bitch got HOW MUCH?!?!?!?!?” alongside, “I DO LOVE THEIR ART THO” yet still, “THAT POSEUR FUCKED HIS WAY INTO W H A T GALLERY?!?!?!?”

We could say more about it I guess… like “well, what does the work DO?!??!?!?”

We move it to up, or get down on the floor to meet it – intercept it. Feel the work up to our face… Does it feel cold? Or is it incredibly on fire?

“There’s a word for what this is!!!!” It’s at the tip of her tongue.



Droste Effect? – (there is lots of things that are true about this thing you’re seeing).

But even before you can pretend to name it, you remember why you are naming it because you did not just make a deeply irresponsible financial decision by going to art school – you made a lifestyle choice. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK… ew?

But fuck at that hater-ation. No. This was a good choice. This was the ONLY choice.

You came into this here right?


The hand was handed to you.

This is all started in Miami.

Miami – that place that’s like a city and a whole other country on its own.

Miami – that place where you got Sea Lice once.

Miami – where they drink Rum and Pineapple Juice cocktails at clubs.

Miami – Vice?

Miami – where the air is so thick there around your body it feels like you are walking through a fucking swimming pool…this sweaty place from where you start.

You did some left coast leaning. You balled out HARD. You wanted to taste the water on the other side of the Kingdom.

And no, I am admittedly not a fan of Jim Morrison, but I too say “Los Angeles.”

Los Angeles – I thought there were supposed to be angels here?

Los Angeles – oh wait, there they are hiding in a corner…

Los Angeles – or balconies.

Los Angeles – the city where we pretend this isn’t a desert. LOL.

This work keeps moving though. I think the verbiage is “locomotive?”

It’s a thing. Once you peddle enough wares you will want more.

In the words of the late great Ms. Warhola if “art is what you can get away with” – then that is a concept – there are harder facts here.

What’s the price of a nail? A hammer? A piece of wood? An air conditioner? A place to hold it all in? If you can just answer that. YES. YES. That’s the WORQ!!!

“Oh, shit you guys! Here’s an idea! Let’s paint the space ALL WHITE!!!!!!!”

Brontez Purnell, originally from Triana, Alabama, has been publishing, performing, and curating in the San Francisco Bay Area for more than ten years. He is the author of the cult zine Fag School, frontman for the band the Younger Lovers, and the founder and choreographer of the Brontez Purnell Dance Company. He has written for various publications, including the online edition of Jigsaw, San Francisco Weekly, and Maximum Rock & Roll. Purnell is 2018 Whiting Award recipient in Fiction for his novel Since I Laid My Burden Down.

Nov 10 - Dec 22, 2018

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