Calvin Love

Only once in every blue moon comes an artist that seems so familiar yet out of space as Calvin Love. Like a stranded space captain locked in a cockpit recording his final thoughts. The young charmer arrives an enigma, a strutting, crooning contradiction: as menacing as he is magnetic, blending obsession with the beauty of artifice and the inner systems of real and natural things. It’s this infallible match of the authentic to the inventive that make Calvin Love’s work so strange and inviting.