It’s that time again: a chill in the air, a graying of the light, a thousand gallery opening notifications in your inbox. Yes, fall is upon us once more — and maybe we’re projecting, but it seems like Instagram has internalized the grim news. For example, above, we’ve got a detail of William Villalongo’s “Summer,” now on view at Susan Inglett Gallery, and already we’re longing for that feeling of going rainbow boned in a forest of melty cassette tapes (as captured by Robin Cembalest, rcembalest).
Meanwhile, this collage from K8 Hardy (k8hardball) for Ulrike Müller’s October show at MUMOK reminds us, wistfully, “The Old Expressions Are With Us Always And There Are Always Others.” (O beach days, we barely knew thee—)
And while “spring cleaning” is certainly a thing, so is “fall oh God where are all my sweaters,” which may or may not look something like Michelangelo Pistoletto’s “Venus of the Rags,” currently on view at the Istanbul Biennial (via Rebecca Taylor, rebeccataylorny).
With the sweater panic comes the general decluttering (or doomed re-cluttering) — which one can only hope looks as picturesque as this piece by Julie Schenkelberg at Asya Geisberg (via Paddy Johnson, artfcity).
More to the point, here’s a self-explanatory still from the restored Italian arthouse classic “The Night of the Shooting Stars,” screening at the Wexner Center for the Arts (wexarts) tonight at 7 pm.
See also: this Reubens rendering of Prometheus — part of “Wrath of the Gods: Masterpieces by Rubens, Michelangelo, and Titian,” opening at the Philadelphia Museum of Art — in which the eagle clearly represents the slow, inexorable march of time (via Sharon Matt Atkins, smatkins2013, whose husband is curating).
Meanwhile, assuming you, like us, have become so welded to your laptop that you’ve forgotten how it feels to have a physical form, here’s a Matt Damhave work, currently on view at White Columns, to hammer it home (via Bill Powers, halfgallery).
And lest we end on a sour note, JiaJia Fei (vajiajia) found a napping Turkish cat, snuggled sound amid the tolling seasonal bells, blissfully unaware that everyone and everything must end. But, y’know, cute, right?
— Anneliese Cooper (@DawnDavenport)