A pop-up group exhibition,
curated by JP Raite

On view in Studio 8, Waterfall Arts, 256 High Street, Belfast, Maine
May 24 - June 28

Dirty laundry, money, crooks; soil, filth, pollution; sex, porn, body parts.
A group of artists interpret the word dirty through a range of mediums.

Questions and purchase requests

001: Dirty Money
Public Collaboration
$1 Bill, filth
002: Furtling
Mike Fletcher
Mixed media

what is Furtling?

003: Drawn to Dirt
Mike Fletcher
Soil, chalk
004: MC-20
Emily Comfort
Digital Collage


The 2004 Taylor oil spill is an ongoing spill located in the Gulf of Mexico, off the coast of Louisiana, which resulted from the destruction of a Taylor Energy oil platform during Hurricane Ivan. Estimates by the environmental non-profit group Skytruth indicate that the spill may have emptied up to 1,400,000 gallons of oil as of 2015, making it the 8th largest spill in the Gulf of Mexico since 1970.
According to Taylor, “There is no evidence of a leaking well…the appropriate response posture is to monitor the site and standby ready to mobilize in the unlikely event that conditions change. Overflights continue twice per week to monitor the surface sheen for recoverable oil…The sheen is so thin and dispersed that it is impossible to collect. And there has been no impact on marine life nor has any oil from the MC-20 site come ashore.”
Presented here are all of the publicly available images from Taylor’s aerial surveys as of April 25, 2019.

005: Out for Blood Karin Otto
Monoprint, Xerox transfer, thread
006: Long Man
Justine Kablack
Graphite on paper 

007: Thank U 4
Recycling This Bag
Julia Raite
Lumen print, plastic bag  

what is a lumen print?
008: untitled (Rockaway inlet)
Tim Seguin
Archival inkjet print


Special water by Maggie Nelson from The Canal Diaries

Low tide, a little girl picks up a stone
and puts it in her mouth; her father yells NO
and peels it out. This is pecial water

he says, gently shaking her
little body. It may look pretty
but it’s very, very bad for you. 

The dog doesn’t care, she prances
in the muck, then climbs up on my lap
and licks. Some habits die hard, says her owner

His wet black blunt smelling like heaven