Los Angeles

Tom Holland

Nicholas Wilder Gallery

Tom Holland’s “camp” confections are dished up with an eye to the current market and a brush dipped in a frosting mix of the most indelible Della Robbian hues. Gingerly jocose in their humor are his Blown Blooms, discreetly peeking in their daisy freshness from the nose cone of a moon rocket, which is about as far out as you can get with a few flowers, and now that the “way out” is the “way in,” there’s nothing left to do but turn ourselves inside out, hang the pictures upside down, and know that everything will come out alright in the end.

Estelle Kurzen

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