20/26: A Periodic Table of Consequence, Irrelevance, and Midlife Slices.

2020–2026. Can there be such a thing as a “time capsule” in a continuum? Ask ChatGPT … Or without getting too literal or existential about it, ask Danny Minnick. He’d tell you this: Work frames life and gives it an edge. Everything inside of that is stew, process, and family.

Danny is a rare embodiment of motion, flux, sensory processing (dis)order, and discovery. Raised by wolves on the streets of Seattle, skateboarding eventually drew a teenaged Danny south to the city of lost angels, where he followed his passions, and then some …

After that formative decade—call it his “Periodic Table of Elements, Substances, and Recovery”—Danny made art. And hasn’t stopped. After years of looking for love in all the wrong places, he would find it, and something almost as transformative: sobriety, and a first show as an artist. At 33. Don’t call it a comeback, call it a resurrection.

That was then, this is now. As we embark on 2026, an older, wiser Danny thought it fitting to take slices from this tumultuous period in our history and see how they frame his life, and all that’s within … where else but at Gallery 33!

From the solitude of the pandemic came visitors. Some, like a wife and baby daughter, were most welcome. Others, like Artificial Intelligence and mankind’s ensuing race to irrelevance: not so much. Danny likens A.I. to the ghost in the machine giving birth to gremlins—and not the cute kind. It defies the very essence of his core; in fact, Minnick’s trademark “Character,” a human torso and elemental fusion of bones, will, and positive energy, is the antithesis of A.I.

But 20/26 is much more than “Danny Quixote” tilting at the windmills of Silicon Valley. It’s full of dimension and discovery, from his impishly defiant “Read Between the Lines” to the fun finality and closure of “Bye” (his nod to Ciao! Manhattan and leaving childish things and habits behind). Think of 20/26 as Minnick’s time capsule in motion—if such a contradiction, in his own life, can exist.

Don’t ask ChatGPT.