Lance Esplund reviews the memorial exhibit of artist Jeremy Blake’s work at Kinz, Tillou, & Feigen. Writing in the NY Sun, Esplund examines the influence of the 60s on Blake and decides:
In Blake’s videos, there is no self-consciousness. He does more than pay homage. He is a journeyman, a mad poet exploring his youth. He revisits, re-examines, and reclaims his formative years, creating synesthetic films that meld biography, music, and painting in lyric, hypnotic, psychedelic stews.