Words pack the Luggage Store's new show. Emerging from a city bloated with the superfluous, hyperdesigned, and disassociated information of phantom commerce, all the works redress the present, and re-see it. You can't do anything that looks spontaneous without it looking schlock.
People like to think of themselves as computers.
The drips of paint that fall from the lettering in both paintings reminds us that these paintings are, ultimately, paintings. And at the same time they are laments for painting's demise and for the loss of the stew of impulse that is subsumed by the rational in a culture of fear. The hero of Yackulic's paintings is inarticulate, confounded, and dumbfounded. Parts of words simply fall off, dissolve, reorder themselves, then rearticulate. He lived with the beast.