David Gilhooly

The Candy Store

David Gilhooly’s show at The Candy Store in Folsom, California (as in Johnny Cash, et al), is noteworthy not so much for the work—predictably low-priced, charming, Wizard of Id-type exercises in art lampoon, sexual wit, and cuddly beasties, all rendered in the ceramic tchotzkies turned out by Bay Area artists, in the same numbers apparently, as SoHo produces charcoal grid variants—as it is for its housing. The Candy Store, run by a happy Bertha Cool doppelganger named Adeliza McHugh, is the epitome of a your-own-thing regional gallery. The little red frame house sits high above the quiet road leading into this deceptively elfish town; its walks have been painted polka-dot, its balustrades stripes, and its signs done—what else?—ceramic by such Sacramento Valley sensibilities as Jim Nutt and Robert Arneson. Inside the place is 180° from Marlborough’s high modernist officialdom, festooned

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