“Turning in one’s grave” is an idiom to describe a level of shock, surprise or disappointment expressed as the vicarious sentiment of a deceased person. What if the cemeteries of NYC were full of bodies rolling in their graves? Corpses spinning under the ground, like some kind of necrotic turbine generator, kinetic energy spinning into an electricity felt by those willing to feel. A lavender wind of harmonious ghosts ready to counsel our thoughts, guide our hands.



We have always felt led by the counsel of our ancestors, no longer with us in physical bodies. As we walk this earth, our feet are matching the spirits of the underworld in a mirror image, their feet matched to ours, always there as we navigate this world. While we believe the current is always available, many believe that this time of year the boundary between the physical and spiritual world is more permeable— a thinning of the veil as we enter the darker days.



We are letting the spirits guide us in how this all develops. Since we left our Eldridge street location at the end of 2023, we’ve been working nomadically: organizing shows at other spaces, continuing Frankie’s Clownhouse, and furthering our imprint – now called Heinzfeller Snow. A linear increase has also occurred, in the shape of a triangle, as Chip Kolpen is now working with us.



The 13 artists in this exhibition are a strong example of people who have shared and shaped our path. Many of them artists we’ve worked with multiple times.