‘Doorway to Joe: The Art of Joe Coleman’ Unflinchingly Looks Into the Gaping Maw of Life

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2017

OC Weekly

Your ability to stomach the grotesqueries of everyday life will determine how much you’re going to get out of the Begovich Gallery’s “Doorway to Joe: The Art of Joe Coleman.” This solo exhibition by the New York artist, accessibly curated by Sara Fortson and Mike McGee, is a litany of depravity—serial killers, voyeurism, religious fanaticism, body horror and sexual shame—the kind of show that doesn’t go away even after you do. The warning at the front door about “adult themes” isn’t hype; it’s truth in advertising. Grab a magnifying glass at the entry table so you can catch every gory detail.