Painted shells, bullet casings, geodes, driftwood, beaded appliqués, leather flowers, bronze pennies, cast-off broaches — all things reflective, glittering and near-tawdry make it into this exuberantly excessive mix. Cue the title track — Rosemary Clooney's rollicking, nigh demonic 1950s torch song/long-time drag standard "Come on-a My House" — and this solo show by New York-based artist, performer and playwright Christopher Tanner gleefully tears off and tramples the dull uniform of restraint and prods you to do the same. Composed of wall-hanging assemblages whose encrusted surfaces summon to mind blinged-out coral reefs, the pieces suggest a world beyond their discrete dimensions.... More >>>