A copper pyramid skeleton on a white square contains a mirrored firepit with a purple flame. The subtle elements of Kathryn Garcia's sculpture in the courtyard of the newly opened Harmony Murphy Gallery downtown uses subtle, elementary materials to craft a metaphysical gathering place, borrowing aesthetically from the basic materials of minimalism with a presence drawn from the ethereal end of conceptualism. Dave Hickey wrote in his beautiful essay "Detroit Dharma Diva" in a Michael Werner catalogue, that James Lee Byars embodies the spirit of a Chinese food restaurant in Michigan where that legendary artist grew up, some taste of exotic arcana without real origin. Here, the spirit is a distinctly LA variety of witchery, what you wished Stevie Nicks would organize naked black masses around with a coterie of naked spellcasters. During the opening, people gathered on pillows around its spectral glow and one handsome rogue passed out, his dreams soaking up unknown energies of a unspecific New Age from this magical simulacra begging for a ritual.
(All images: Kathryn Garcia, I am Violet, 2014; Courtesy of the artist and Harmony Murphy Gallery)