Gary Mellon came to be in a small city on the shores of Michigan, a once thriving industrial center that supplied much of the lumber that built Chicago. By the 1980’s it was a skeletal remnant. Peeling paint, drafty rooms and cold sterile light, reminiscent of the Ice Palace in Dr. Zhivago. His work evokes space (both outer and inner), a psychedelic otherness, a primal reaction to the beauty and terror of life. Pink Floyd at Pompeii spliced with an ancient fertility ritual. “It’s not just the journey inward that’s important but also that I unearth and retrieve the contents with my own hands. The point of making art to me is that I get to experience the act of birthing it. It’s a consciousness altering activity”
Past Exhibitions
