Obsessed with ass, legs, and hair, the work of John Ryan Solis is like all those 80’s teen movies we know and love. Every other scene was some close-up of a girl drinking from a water fountain or something. Solis takes that aesthetic to a different place by mixing up the forms, overlapping, and just generally twisting things until they start to become something like a mescalin dream of pure lust. Jesus, maybe I’m reading too much into it. Could be this revelation only reveals things about me, and nothing about the art. What kind of weird demons am I dealing with this morning? Well, they say that real art should be revelatory. Or maybe I just made that up.
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