
Here, beauty doesn’t distract. It disarms. It’s also a bridge between the personal and the political, inviting us to stay with discomfort, to look once, and to look again.
The gallery stretches across three spacious rooms, each one humming with dialogue. Sometimes two artists share the stage, their works sparring softly from front to back. Other times, a single vision takes over. The scale matters: it lets the art breathe, collide, resonate.
The result allows for a deep kind of looking and space for empathy to be made visible. The artists show us what it feels like to move through the world — in a queer body in transition, in a woman’s body under siege, or as a coral reef trembling on the edge of extinction.
Don’t Miss: Cato Ouyang’s Brank, a 16-foot steel sculpture modeled on a 16th-century “scold’s bridle,” a cage-like mask with a spike for the tongue, once used to silence women deemed riotous or who simply spoke too much.
Racism. Sexism. Misogyny. The accelerating crisis of climate. Veteran gallerist Isaac Lyles (an alum of Derek Eller and Jack Tilton) and Emmy Award–winning journalist Alexandra King opened Lyles & King in 2015 to give space to artists using beauty and imagination to explore these realities and to affirm their belief that art can hold what words alone cannot.

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