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Trevor Paglen (b. 1974)Dead Military Navigation Satellite (COSMOS 985) Near the Disk of the Moon, 2012Chromogenic print44 x 36 in.Gift of John Andrew MacMahon, Class of 1995 It is daringly familiar. At first glance, we recognize the moon: the glistening white against the saturated black. An endeared neighbor to the Earth, for centuries we have been familiar with the moon’s distinctive features—the mottled, dark-gray craters and the lighter shades that bubble across its surface. But still, our pale satellite never ceases to charm us. We share an intimate history with our moon, one which reflects one of the core spirits...

Name and hometown?Hey! I’m Molly from Nashville, Tennessee. Class year and major/minor?I’m a first-year, and don’t know what to major in yet.  Did you do anything this summer or during quarantine related to the arts?I’ve worked at an art studio for the past two years as an assistant teacher. Taking precautions, we were able to host art class camps this past summer. Why were you interested in interning with the galleries?I am always seeking out museums. I think studying art helps me empathize with people. What role does art play in your life as a Davidson student? Do you see...

Kevin FrechFOUNDATION AND EMPIRE, 2018HD Video, color, two-channel mono sound, 3:00On loan from the Artist On view in the E. Craig Wall, Jr. Academic Center from October 4 - November 21st, 2020. Please note: All buildings on campus, including the Wall Center, are only open to Davidson students, faculty, and staff due to the pandemic. We are planning to re-screen videos at a later date when the campus opens to the community! Sign up for our mailing list to stay in the loop. FOUNDATION AND EMPIRE captures the melting process of an ice block, in which is frozen $1,000, through time lapse videography. The...

Antony Gormley (British, b.1950)You, 2006Cast iron sculptureGift of Robert F. Vagt ’69 and Ruth Anne Vagt in honor ofAshley Vagt-Buford ’94 and Lindsay Vagt ’01 I first encountered this sculpture during the first weeks of my freshman year on a late-night walk back from the library to my dorm. In the dark and my homework-induced delirium, I mistook this sculpture for a living, breathing person, and hurried back to my room. It was not until the next day when I passed by the courtyard between the library and Chambers again that I realized it was not a creepy man who...