The best way through this exhibition is by looking at the art and reading the lyrics above by Will Oldham. I’ve organized this thing with very particular modes and works in mind: Myth-making; emotive figuration; idol worship; humanism and its defects. There is also a sprawling and sometimes gnarled network here: Each artist is connected to at least one other, and usually more, by friendship, inspiration, and influence. Moreover, I’m nearly always involved in wanting the art to touch me and to, in turn, give it a place to go – inside of me, or you. Minds in which to dwell. I want a sense of beings in these rooms – beings you can talk to. So, where you sense the connections, believe me, they are there. And if you don’t, please drop me a line and we can chat: dannadel@icloud.com.

A few ways in: Gary Panter’s drawing of a gentle metaphysical picnic, which I used as a map; Ellen Berkenblit’s striding familiar offering hope; Jason Fox’s eternal hulk bridging mud and cosmos. Laurie Simmons’ action figure, on the brink of saving or suiciding. The amorphous figure of refusal by Mike Kelley, who I miss all the time.

Try that. And please don’t forget to go to the basement.