ARTILLERY

2 weeks ago | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ

Can John Waters offend anyone these days? It hardly seems so. “I’m tired of being respectable,” he quipped at his show, “John Waters’ Birthday Celebration: The Naked Truth,” admitting he might be relatively mainstream today. He listed all his recent awards, and now he is greedy for more! “I want the Nobel Piece of Ass Award!”Whether he can still offend or not, Waters doesn’t disappoint. This might be the fifth time I’ve seen Waters on stage, and once again, hilarious and flawless.

3 weeks ago | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ

In “First Alienation,” printed matter and machine vision come together in a clearly human context at Timeshare, a co-curated gallery run by six artists in Lincoln Heights. The earliest work included in the show is Nancy Holt and Robert Smithson’s 1971 16mm film, Swamp. Looping every 6 minutes on a large black TV displaying a prominent “TRINITRON” logo, the film follows the views and voices of a couple tramping through reeds in the swamplands of New Jersey.

4 weeks ago | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ |Brittany Menjivar

The images in Yorgos Lanthimos’ first photography exhibition were captured while the filmmaker was shooting Kinds of Kindness (2024) and Poor Things (2023), but you wouldn’t be able to tell by looking at them. Except for the actress Hunter Schafer in one stark portrait, all of his subjects remain anonymous. Synecdoche abounds, fitting for a director whose plots, on paper, read like the premises for riddles (most often delivered eloquently).

1 month ago | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ

Those of us who have dreamed—which I pray is everyone reading this—know how it goes: A cacophony of vignettes rattle through your unconscious, some a single flash, some endless, though in reality, they’re all only a few seconds in duration. No matter their absurdity, what we see in our dreams is largely what we’ve seen in real life, consciously or subconsciously registered, though often distorted or removed from context.

1 month ago | artillerymag.com | Emma Christ

It seems heaven is butter scented. Or at least La Loma Projects is butter scented. And who knew the Pearly Gates were actually in Highland Park? Walking through those gallery doors, you’re hit with a bright light that really does feel like a scene out of a movie where the character dies, only to be welcomed in the blazing light and mist of a divine eternity by Saint Peter or, in this case, Joe Sola.