Maria Cornejo shows just before twilight way out on the west side of Manhattan very near Port Authority. Getting there feels … wrong. The venue looks like a parking garage, but then a freight elevator takes audience members in batches of 16 or so up to a surprisingly light-filled room that feels graced with the presence of some ancient Hell’s Kitchen mechanic-turned-artist-turned-astral-plane-journeyer. The energy is industrious, luminous, wide open, otherwordly.
All images by Jessa Carter
Zero + Maria Cornejo collections always feel sort of gritty and graceful, and they tend to yield a uniform. Cornejo said this one is about clean canvases—”points of departure, a freedom to create something new again.”