"Melamine Everything," Justin Beal, A.C.M.E., Los Angeles, CA, by James Scarborough
Justin Beal’s first solo show clowns and confounds like a Tom Stoppard play or a Thomas Pynchon novel: brainy, circuitous, witty read clever, down-the-rabbit-hole disorienting and, ultimately, wondrous. His work tracks innocent if not anachronistic as lazy riffs on Bauhaus...
