On shreds of disposable paper, Lauren Utters documents her seemingly disposable comrades— rowdy, shitfaced, and bug-infested New York punks. These hurried and unrestrained snapshots in ink reveal more than just the grime of life on the street. The middle fingers wave, the spit sprays, and the faces boil over with zits, but these rude, dismissive faces soon give way to ones carrying loneliness, anger, love, and freedom. One way or the other, Utter’s goal is to confront the world with its trash, and whether or not that trash shouts a stinky “FUCK OFF” or a desperate plea for attention, the exposure is the same: unromantic, unforgiving, and real.
By: Michael Porwoll
New Jersey native Lauren Utter takes an unflinching look at street life with an ugliness that could only be inspired by the real thing. She uses paper as her medium because, like her subjects, it is generally believed to be expendable. Having spent time as a panhandler in New York’s Lower East Side, Utter wishes to share hers and others stories. As someone far removed for this life, I find the artwork to be a fascinating contribution to the art world.
By: Martha Raymond