Monica Cook’s first solo show at the Postmasters Gallery is on with mind-bending-plucking-titty-twisting stop-motion animation, sculpture and prints. Volley is a love story of humanoid, cave-dwelling monkeys, loving in efflorescent goo, conceiving, birthing, mothering, and dying… all while you can see their insides working through their transparent, ripping skin. It’s all shiny fluid and dripping flesh, sequins, pipes, teeth and peeled glittered bones. It’s also very touching.
Look at her classic stop-motion animation. It’s like that, but fresh and new:
See “the mechanistic pumpings and ejaculations of breast milk, the eruptions of diseased skin, the exaggerated sexual organs” revealed, because “our own bodies are stuffed full with blood and squirming tubes.” Only, our innards are red and organic and aren’t telephone cord ribs and inflatable plastic stomach membranes, but who’s to say who’s more grotesque? “Volley,” Monica Cook, Jan 7 – Feb 11, Postmasters Art Gallery, NYC