Stephan Stoyanov Gallery

You might consider this a positive Anticipatory Paroxysm (a blanket vituperative diatribe, preempting critical attack).
I am thoroughly enjoying the influx of new gallery spaces which have begun to ensconce themselves in the gritty nexus of Chinatown and the Lower East Side.
The White M&M guided me here to present me his pink bench (which I suggest you visit in the basement). I was lucky enough to be introduced to the very delightful Mr Stoyanov himself, who generously showed us some work to be displayed at the next exhibition he will be hosting. It looks to be an excellent show, and if the current one is anything to go by I highly suggest dropping by (before/​after drinking/​eating at the Fat Radish if you require another inveiglement– it is right next door).
Currently Matthew Sandager’s «Scotland» evokes both a comforting, traditional essence alongside a less-​conventionally envisaged and contemporary portrait of the rugged British country through photography and film.
Excerpts from Jeff Gibson’s «Dupe» stole the show for me. I emerged with a strong feeling of Sideline Omniscience (a heightened sense of enlightenment based on experience). However, If you are subject to Chronic Psychologism (the tendency to psychoanalyze every object, action, and utterance; asshole) you might be left rendered with a Stainless Zeal (an insincere enthusiasm, leaving no impression). If such is the case I provide you with the opportunity to step fourth and write here your Toxic Accolade (a cutting remark, wrapped in a compliment).