Athena Lemanska, Jared Buckhiester, John Baldessari, Ivan Rios-Fetchko, Jordi Alos, HP Denham, Jessica Palermo and Micah Hickerson "And as I sat there watching, I had the feeling that something was missing..." - Peggy Lee This exhibition explores the "disappearance of a disappearance," a phenomenon that feels uniquely modern. In Michelangelo Antonioni's film L'Avventura (or "The Adventure," in Italian), a beautiful woman goes missing on an island off of Sicily where she and a group of wealthy friends have docked their yacht. The woman's best friend and the woman's boyfriend begin searching for her, and at first what unfolds is a detective story. But they soon commence their own affair. By the end, the woman's disappearance has thus "disappeared," forgotten by nearly all the characters along with us in the audience. Why do we disappear the disappearance? Perhaps it is just out of boredom. Perhaps it is a coping mechanism to avoid being swallowed not only by disappearances but the forces themselves that make things disappear. Or perhaps the way we live and love, so atomized and disrupted by society today, leads us to bounce and float around, blotting out the absences and the void. Under the watchful eye of digital omniscience, we live in a society where "the right to be forgotten," to disappear, has never been weaker and the preservation of an endless stream of ephemera and data has never been stronger. We can curate our lives and experiences in a myriad of ways to remove absence -- we could warp, filter and excise people, places and things from the museum of our self, delete an ex lover or two so that they were never there, blur out some faces. Obscure them as we may, the shadows of disappearances loom large. We might end a fling, shutter the archaeology dig or the crime scene, but the fragments, tools and bodies keep popping up. The works in this show are potent reminders of the spectral beauty and mystery of what has disappeared before us yet lingers and persists nonetheless. If we could focus on what is disappearing, what is missing, we could desire and mourn and pine in the moment and then within an uncharted future. We could find love, maybe some brief respite of nirvana, or go mad. Or all of the above. Either way, we might end up on a real adventure. Image: John Baldessari, Stonehenge (With Two Persons) Violet.