For Pat McCarthy, art-making goes clear past the creation of objects to be presented in a room. Being propelled by a sense of spirit in situ, of person among world and time, there is a consciousness to his work that is both present and storied, creating a universe that is filled with poetics, adventure, and romance, while being grounded in research that is local and agrarian. At times, his work is bizarre, anti-capitalist, and ritualistic, while also excitingly social and relational. He’s at once a pigeon flyer, a prolific zine-maker, a traveler, a poet, a punk, and now: a freaky wine connoisseur. His latest works are porcelain amphorae filled with the wines he harvested and cellared on his farm in the Catskill Mountains. The jugs are decorated with images of the flowers his wife grew this year, the mushrooms they foraged, the pigeons they raised, and, in one instance, an erotic collection of images from the artist’s self-published serial zine, American Cream.