Joseph Pang invites us to entertain an altogether different perspective of the infamous Willets Point: Rather than seeing the salvage yard wastelands as monuments to competing industry, the street’s potholes as crater scars from fictional land mine explosions, and the oil pools that deviously seep their way into every available nook and crevice, as decrepit characterizations of a neighborhood stuck in redevelopment limbo, the artist instead introduces to us a new potential candidate for creative contemplation; an object of sublime beauty, whose living ruins are not another euphemism for blight, but for aesthetic reverie and expedition.

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