As a supplement to the feminist adage “the personal is political,” the group exhibition Overture asserts the formal is necessarily political, too.

Descending a flight of stairs into the sunken gallery, the syrupy sounds of a '60s exotica album echo off a tiled floor. A large hardbound reference book is propped up on a bookstand. It is opened to a page with a black and white photograph of a darkened room containing what looks like the shell of an observatory, brightly illuminated from the inside.