Antonius-Tín Bui’s work is a monumental reminder of what it means to be human in the shit in = shit out ChatGPT DALL-E world of creative mediocrity. Witness firsthand what the hand and wrist and elbow can do when connected to the flesh and blood of a mind that searches, wanders the past of ancestor’s paths and locates the discoveries of self in the present moment. It is like being in the presence of the sacred, if not the divine.
The artist’s second solo show with Monique Meloche, “There are many ways to hold water without being called a vase,” is at turns poetic, stoic and erotic. It is a show charged with the frenzy of manic inspiration tempered by the cool contours of fine craft. Bui tells stories. Cut paper and paint explode myths, ideas and preconceptions with furious orgasmic delight.
