I’m a fan of re-historicizing avant-garde figures whose works have fallen by the wayside. Jack Smith’s films are more erotic than Kenneth Anger and even a little messier. Every time I walked into Barbara Gladstone this week, the galleries were packed with an attentive audience. Artists Ryan McNamara, A.L. Steiner, and T.J. Wilcox were invited to utilize previously unreleased cinematic material by Smith to create contemporary works influenced by Smith’s mysterious, mythic, and performative approach to film making.

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