In "Helium Hum," Cristina Molina Charmingly Sucks Balloons and Drools Gold
Scintillation, a video projection isolated on a large gallery wall, depicts a red lipstick-smeared gob spewing what appears to be a trickle of Goldshlager, the Swiss cinnamon schnapps that contains flakes of gold leaf. Keep reading for an excerpt of the review printed in this week's issue.
|Photos by George Martinez|
As the lyrics "My heart has wings and I can fly/I'll touch every star in the sky/So this is the miracle I've been dreaming of/So this is love," resonates across the space in a sticky sweet aural assault, a girl is seen on the screen holding a heart-shaped balloon she releases into the sky. It's the type of work that many spectators might dismiss for a fizzy simplicity on the artist's part.
That's part of Molina's charm. Her works convey a notion of equal measures of youthful longing and hedonism. But they also exude an erotic undertow, and this work's allure is Molina's unspoken journey into an orifice through which we all communicate our dreams, passions, fears, and innermost secrets. What comes across loudly in her exhibit is that Molina is a young talent worth watching whose work isn't only lovely to look at -- it makes you feel good.
See Helium Hum at Nina Torres (2033 NW First Pl., Miami) until January 29. Admission is free. The gallery is open Monday through Saturday, 12 to 5 p.m. Visit ninatorresfineart.com.
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