Thursday, December 31, 2015

Gina Beavers at Michael Benevento

Gina Beavers at Michael Benevento
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Culture ate Warhol, and the body is spectacularly insane, but culture wants the body flat, glossy and sharp, like the Warhol which became fame, and Beavers reanimating the body's real corpus in such a culture that does not want it feels like real horror.


see too: Gina Beavers at Clifton Benevento,

Annette Kelm at Meyer Kainer

Annette Kelm at Meyer Kainer
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The PR, in one paragraph, describes well how the things function; Kelm's practice has narrowed slightly here, removing its expansive and dissonant genres eluding easy art-practice circumscription, the landscapes and genres etc.; this exhibition honed to icons, which are sharp, what would be called "striking" images of the advertorial, direct, but when they fail to deliver anything on that promise of a striking image, fail to reveal anything at all, what the PR calls "demonstratively unspectacular productions" feels not only dissonant, but depressing, like you're complicit in something you never meant to be. This is what makes them equate with commodities.


see too:  Annette Kelm at Gio MarconiAdriana Lara at Algus Greenspon

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Carol Bove, Carlo Scarpa at Museum Dhondt-Dhaenens

Carol Bove/Carlo Scarpa at Museum Dhondt-Dhaenens
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So as to encounter the whole no individual thing could be too interesting, Modernist Architecture's elegance was blankness sliding eyes away from any particular to encounter an entirety, but Scarpa's bent version was filled with particularities, rather than decoration, as a means to emphasize itself. The awkwardness inscribed the elegance, like all those supermodels with strabismus. And this Particularness is the commons between the two, a hyptrophied aspect of modernism looking baroque within its narrow view, everything overly attended to.  Bove's looking not so much plain but obsessive, fetishistic attention toward the display, like the objects are beautiful but wouldn't the objects be more beautiful if they were wearing some organic leather strapping or tied down.


Monday, December 28, 2015

Richard Phillips at Mathew

Richard Phillips at Mathew
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Yeah that Richard Phillips, channeling Wool and Oehlen in the fabric with a playboy bunny.

There's an old artworld legend, that as far as known here is true: of a famed and admired painter, European and critical darling, 6 or 7 figure painter, this is 2003, painter with a waiting list and shows sold before even openings, this painter deciding to exhibit at a small provincial gallery of the American midwest in what couldn't even be called the garage of the green front lawn of a suburban home but a sort of concrete storage shed not much larger than the honest to goodness 6 or 7 figure painting being shown in 6 square meters of gallery space, to be sold out of that shed. It was one of those star-struck mutually beneficial kind of deals. Artists using the full breadth of their powers and burning it as gift, street cred for economy kind of deals.

This exhibition is like the black oily bizarro version of that legend.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Group Show at The Duck

Group Show at The Duck
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M/L doing exceedingly well for themselves as a roving symbiotic socialiaty, an institution "going its own way" with middle fingers raised in intentionally hyper-postured PR and social muscle glistening with heavy artist lists' ostentatious lifting. The press release states as much, all this, and more: "a social experiment."  (q.v. Bourdieu; the artist maintains aloofness to the economic field while accruing its social capital etc. etc.) This the playing field for some time now, but now CAD is the grand legitimizer to concretize social relations in viewership, others will actually award you a number based on social rank within a field and continue to do so no matter how hard our eyes roll, none of this is new, what makes M/L interesting is the sort of blatant and innocent way in which it does this.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Andrea Zittel at Sprüth Magers

Installation View, Andrea Zittel, Sprüth Magers, Berlin, 2015
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I purchased a vegetable with Star Wars adverts on it. A large anthropomophic talking bumble sells cereal to adults. Fantasy is a strong force in the universe. "Smashes box-office records." Zittel is local science-fiction - ideas as propositions, viewing them you get to feel the utopian impulse, image a fantasy of a world cognizant considered and real with magic - "how to live?" - imagine a world where we haven't already welcomed the new insect overlord, rebellion against Empire.

Friday, December 25, 2015

John Bock at Regen Projects

John Bock at Regen Projects
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There's a goodwilled cartoonishness that overlays Bock's violence. It's like the fun face culture puts over its assertions, the growing patina of fun that you find on cereal, a talking bumble bee selling food to adults.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Yngve Holen at Modern Art

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Even objects designed for us, to make us like them feel nothing reciprocal, a universe is dead to us, difficult to accept them as absolute cold material completely aloof towards our existence. These insectile eyes we recognize is an anthropomorphism softening the blow of cold dead indifference.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Juha Pekka Matias Laakkonen at Corvi-Mora

Juha Pekka Matias Laakonen at Corvi-Mora
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Reverence is intoned by vast space, emptiness. Used as moral in cathedrals and power by banks we are made to feel small and thus invest ourselves in its offering. People in large open settings show preference first for seating along the edges, backs against walls, or within small alcoves, whereas seating in the center feels vulnerable. In this way Architecture forces an experience of self-awareness, a shiver of our own mortality. The poetic is often reducible to connections within a system of signifiers that ultimately fail to coalesce - or produce a fissure within - a logical statement, a lapse sort of a lot like the architectural expanse. But then the material conditions of an artist placing his head where the log was, into the gap.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Camille Henrot at Metro Pictures

Camille Henrot at Metro Pictures
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Leckey engaged in entertainment insofar as understanding the viewer as a receiver, not cryptographer presented an object-code for contemplation. An "object" instead active toward the viewer as receiver, and a for once happiness to pacify audience that so much art wished to shake "awake."
Nolan's Inception is the comic concrete (slapstick) version, a parable of the Hollywood model lulling viewer's into the theater's dream state, inserted with the various registries and synaptic firings of plot, awaking from a Hollywood feeling having somehow participated in it.  Entertainment the long thin wire pushed deep past cortex and pulsing.
Anyway this entertainment has something to do with Henrot, the surface means, and the telephones delivering comic haywire monologues into a viewers ear, the carousel, the overabundance of registry achieving big fatigue, delivery vehicles for the assuage of how fun it all is, so much fun.


See too: Venice vs TriennialMark Leckey at Haus Der Kunst + Kunsthalle Basel“Puddle, pothole, portal” at Sculpture Center,

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Contemporary Art Quarterly

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Cross referencing Greene-Naftali, CAQ is missing around 7 exhibitions of Bacher's, but also contains another 2 the Greene-Naft CV does not mention. This cross reference and accounting was interested in being profound. It is not. In a world of such connectivity and surveillance planes can still go missing in the dark part of the ocean. Just "Vanish." The thought of this now is unthinkable. Heads erupt on CNN speaking 24/7 to its unfathomability, babbling as a comfort nightlight. The map becomes the territory because it produced the most socially, economically, and material fungibility. The map is productive while experience and anecdotes are not. At best words, writing, babble, in comparison to the marketability of information, of knowing, is just a form of letting someone on the other side of a screen know you are there. Everyone has an opinion, but only one person has the stock from which opinions fount. Now with ease I can know what Bacher was up to in 1988, and all along a thing for granular substance spread across blank expanse, spilling items across floors, sand, baseballs, black orbs, and dusty bookplates of the galaxies, grainy film etc. etc.

See too: And so Quarterly has come to pass.

For the Vinyl Completist, the following appear to be missing.
1992 Sex with Strangers, Trial Balloon, New York
1997 Bunny Yeager LA, Los Angeles
1997 A Closed Circuit, Pat Hearn Gallery, New York
1996 Pat Hearn Gallery, New York
2005 Being There - I Like To Watch TV, (ongoing video installation at White Columns)
2005 Particpant Inc, and Taxter & Spengemann, New York
2006 Bots, Mason Gross Galleries, Rutgers University, New Brunswick, NJ
2008 Taxter & Spengemann, New York

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Sascha Braunig at Rodolphe Janssen

Sascha Braunig at Rodolphe Janssen
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Mixing op's visual concrete against trompe l'oeil's illusory tricks, the two ends of representation, could make a eyerolling mix but within its surrealism - the "smooth" conditions of clean eroticized bodies - its "affectual package" - like Dan vaan Golden-  having a lot to do with advertising's cybernetic affect this 4th wall smudging version.

Monday, December 14, 2015

Peter Saul at Mary Boone

Peter Saul at Mary Boone
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In a Saul all objects seems made of the same balloons of pocked flesh surface holding the same filler. Saul's world is made of all the same arbitrary "stuff" regardless what it is. All objects are like zits ready to pop the same cream substance. The dogs seem prenatal and pink. That the world is actually all made of the same arbitrary stuff lends some creedence to Saul's horror. The smile of curtain above.

Rudolf Stingel at Sadie Coles

Installation view, Rudolf Stingel, Sadie Coles HQ, London, 4 November – 19 December, 2015

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"All photographs are memento mori. [...] To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability." (Sontag) Richter drained the blood from the body and Stingel the mortician meticulously copying the deceased face's crimson lips atop its sullen corpse: the mortician painter repaints the embalmed dead as motionless life for an audience that wishes for brief illusory glimpse of that thing's memory totally cold.


See too:   Luc Tuymans at David ZwirnerMichaël Borremans at Dallas Museum of Art,

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Dylan Spaysky at Clifton Benevento

Dylan Spaysky at Clifton Benevento
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For Jane Bennett the pathologic hoarder expresses a heightened sensitivity to the world of objects, not some vestigial evolutionary trait gone haywire post-scarcity.  For Bennett's hoarder the world is a little like Toy Story 3, in which the cheap and mass produced must be saved from the incinerator, kept indefinitely and experienced with connection. And perhaps the mass production doll replacing the handmade one coincides with a turn from paganist expression to materialist hoarding expression. Anyway, Spaysky, who feels something towards garbage, attempts smuggling their components out of the trash. The "warm" items of refuse attempt their own repackaging, a reincarnation, second life in the only way objects know how: camouflaging themselves as fresh commodities. Like the drug smuggler casting his contraband in the shape of Jesus and painted to escape the prying eyes of men seeking to ruin them, Spaysky recasts the trash as flimsy endearing objects that we are made to love.


See too: Yuji Agematsu at Real Fine ArtsYuji Agematsu at Artspeak

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Nicolas Ceccaldi at Real Fine Arts

Nicolas Ceccaldi at Real Fine Arts
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Ceccaldi repeating the wearables. In the original exhibition their lightness and precarity made even the survey of their fragililty feel impure. We dirtying their weight with our unclean sight, merchandise to decor the human like a Christmas tree. Projecting the missing bodies these were meant to adorn. Now the slightly more ruined adornments bear what is implicit prior: their decrepitness in sight, commodities decorating what should be free.



See too: Nicolas Ceccaldi at MathewAnna Uddenberg and Nicolas Ceccaldi at MEGA Foundation

Valerie Snobeck at Essex Street

Valerie Snobeck at Essex Street
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As abstraction, the bodied-object no longer resembles us alone. Our bodies accessorized, attached, hooked up to small wired black devices that we bring with us everywhere, became uniform. The millenia of clothes and decoration were highlights individuating our bodies' translucent lumpy bag across cultures, differentiating. But now every body contains a little black box.


See too: “Flat Neighbors” at Rachel Uffner

Henning Bohl at What Pipeline

Henning Bohl at What Pipeline
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Use the magnifying glass to find him, "Knot guy," wishing for control, he wishes the world to be rational and organized, his wish, deep down, is that the world be sensible and ordered. Not being so, he rails against this. The knots being so, he asserts authority over them, his realm he seeks to control some small portion of, a symptom of most overly authoritative blogs on aesthetics. The inconsolable arbitrariness of the world is a scary cosmic horror, thus knot guy assuredly does not like the vast abyss of non-meaning that Bohl has been politely skipping across falling into for some time now. Bohl is the indeterminate horror that knot guy fears, of the possibility of arbitrariness, inconsequence. (This is why conservatism, tradition, fear-mongering and religion all go hand-in-hand.) Fearing a world where meanings and distinctions slip, erode and are horribly abused in dark concrete cells called studios.


See too: Adriana Lara at Algus Greenspon

Monday, December 7, 2015

Miami 2015 Review

Nursing the post-Miami with these past selections is now complete:

Michael Krebber at Nagel Draxler
Michael Krebber at Daniel Buchholz
Ann Craven at Confort ModerneBrian Calvin at Le Consortium
Heather Guertin at Brennan & GriffinKaspar Müller at Société
Katherine Bernhardt at Venus Over Manhattan
Paul Cowan at Clifton BeneventoSanya Kantarovsky at Marc Foxx
Miriam Cahn at Jocelyn Wolff
Richard Hawkins at Jenny’s and Richard Telles
Keith Mayerson at Freddy
Raimer Jochims at Jacky Strenz
Richard Rezac at Isabella Bortolozzi
Frances Stark at Daniel BuchholzSimon Denny at MoMA PS1
Simon Denny at Portikus
Michael E. Smith at Sculpture Center
Michael E. Smith at Lulu
Michael E. Smith at Susanne Hilberry
David Douard at Johan Berggren
Trisha Donnelly at Air de Paris
Pentti Monkkonen at High Art
Pentti Monkkonen at Jonathan Viner
Albert Oehlen at New Museum
Albert Oehlen at Skarstedt
Isa Genzken at David Zwirner
John Miller, Dominik Sittig at Nagel Draxler
Jonas Wood at David Kordansky
Alicja Kwade at Kunstmuseum St. Gallen
Lutz Bacher at Statens Museum for Kunst
Lutz Bacher at Daniel Buchloz

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Robert Barry at Schindler Church

Robert Barry at Schindler Church
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Wall text is awful, it is the domain of the advertorial, that assaultive violent realm reaching across space to clutch you and place its thought in your own. Advertising and Conceptual art's same concerns for tautology, non-sequitur and profoundly desensible statements. Slogans to pretty much wipe the brain. Here it is ethereally placed onto the walls of a modernist church which too advertised space. I like Robert Barry.

Richard Hawkins at Jenny’s and Richard Telles

Richard Hawkins at Jenny’s
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What if we said something like, collage becomes important as the collisions of the world's disparate systems become increasing violent, and the Surrealists and Frankfurters were wrong that irrational juxtapostion wouldn't spark any mass as the world world became the biggest surrealist juxtaposition of all, and that collage in the larger sense - the sense that Hawkins has practiced since the beginning - was meant instead to make "alternative forms of touch" as soft touchdowns, as a sort of pathos? The decrepit sexual patina grown over Hawkins work wasn't always so. There were once clean young men paper-clipped to fields of bright fabric, and anyone was yet to be beheaded.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Merlin Carpenter at Reena Spaulings

Merlin Carpenter at Reena Spaulings
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"Self-Consciousness" in painting mainly excused noodly paintings in rhetoric as sales adage's humble aggrandizing: a painter so conscious they cannot paint! Oh how romantic. Carpenter amped this to the level of broadcast, enacting the paralysis on the viewer. Attempts to unpack exhibitions as even description overflow, stacking sub-clauses and tangentials and questions of where to even begin with a vantage that can be continually shifted in attempts to circumscribe what is exactly at stake. So, a list: what is going on is that formally the paintings might actually not suck, this is big, because if they do, contain the possibility of formally not sucking, this means that the "conceptually orientated" Carpenter may be invested formally as a painter (and which he may never have not been to begin with) and if he is a formally invested painter, which he might be, means we would have to go back, reassess, though he may just be turning "on" for this exhibition a formal invesment and never will be again which would make this a "conceptual gesture," Carpenter may not have even made these paintings, and would that matter, but what would that mean if someone can suddenly "switch on" a formal investment, and can formal investment be a joke if it is taken so far as to actually formally invest oneself so far as to make paintings which contain the possibility of not formally sucking, or is irony always overpowered by its sign, and is that even possible that Carpenter is not formally invested but is making paintings that don't entirely suck - and I brought a second party in to confirm the possibility of these not entirely formally sucking, which second party did affirm the possibility - and are these categories more useless than thought, but then what does that mean for so many formally invested painters who may or not be emotionally wounded by Carpenter's, or hired lackey's, ability to just pull 40 out of a hat, assuming they were so easy as to pull out of a hat, and what would that mean for "painting today,"  for then Carpenter to happily ironize 40 paintings with a ledger accounting the 40x40k= 1.6 million dollars of paintings underlining painting as cultural object of conspicuous consumption, and the whole art trope of symbolic cred to $ cash-in that many of the conceptual sort must resort, and Carpenter's obvious awareness of this, and again subclauses of whether awareness of an artistic scapegoating preclude that wiener from being eaten, and I would have thought Carpeneter's paintings were selling for more than that at this point, and what does it mean that Carpenter is making paintings that have the possibility of standing at a level with so much championed painting today on formal level even as a self-aware ironic "conceptual" conceptual cash-in if this exhibition in fact is and if they do sell and if Carpenter is aware of all this, though the mirrored floor's reflection's points all point towards..., at all and if the painting do in fact not suck of course which we can not be sure, so switch those on and off at leisure, and one hasn't mentioned a Marxist or Bourdiean take on this en abyme.



See too:  Merlin Carpenter at Overduin & Co., Adriana Lara at Algus GreensponMerlin Carpenter at MD 72


Thursday, December 3, 2015

Jochen Lempert at Between Bridges


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Taped like gift wrap to walls, the curling paper stresses the physical precariousness of silver held gelatin. Grain clinging like dust to paper; eyelashes etched into the silver they prevent from falling into the black iris behind it, which is poetic. The overt romance balanced not so much by an attachment to science, but just the basic desire to show: "Trained as a Biologist" it is easy to say that Lempert provides a sort of phenomenological augment to any scientific illustrativeness, that like Audubon who upset the world of avian illustration by depicting accurate birds in naturalistic motion as opposed to the stuffed rigidity of classificatory diagram common to the time it was realized you can learn two things about the world at once.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

William Pope.L at Steve Turner

Courtesy of the artist and Steve Turner, Los Angeles (© Pope.L) 
Photo credit: Don Lewis
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There's a joke here, somewhere, but the joke dissipates abruptly and the punchline, lost, disperses the energy of its expectation to an audience as nervous flatness. This type of joke flips the roles, the performer now audience to reaction, making the best of such jokes just complex enough to contain within the possibility of real punchline hidden and produce doubt, a heightened consciousness of where exactly this all lay, the blankness of its meaning a projectable void that you can stand on many sides of.


See too: William Pope.L at Catherine Bastide

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Manfred Pernice at Galerie Neu

Manfred Pernice at Galerie Neu
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There are emotional stakes. Sluggish works burdened by difficult existence, the 1000 years of an Imperial Cathedral bears the same weight as a Cheeseburger, all strewn the same next to a deflating globe. Construction, for Pernice, is made like a complaint, the decisions feel heavy and won. Manfred Pernice at Regen Projects had trouble getting erect, the depressive often does, but at this new gallery gets it up with a troubled aloofness: stacking premises the possibility for it but it doesn't feel like real monumentality but faking it for the onlookers, stacking like the pained smile as response.


See too: Manfred Pernice at Regen Projects,  Group Show at Bortolami and Galerie Neu at Gladstone Gallery

Monday, November 30, 2015

Paul McCarthy at Schinkel Pavillon

Paul McCarthy at Schinkel Pavillon
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McCarthy the great desublimator, and of late the great literalizer. Literalization is a form of desublimation. And we watch him objectify someone, literally turn someone into an object, Elyse Poppers or himself. Unusual for McCarthy it is clean, clinical and calculated. It feels awful. This process, usually huge on billboards and bus stations showing half-naked young things, should entail all the fun of commodities, should replace the desire with an object that can be purchased, replace that desire. Instead here is cruel, useless and wasted. The world has little use for naked old man on table. Watch the procession of Poppers' body become not hers, the literal object consumable.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Thea Djordjadze at South London Gallery

Thea Djordjadze at South London Gallery
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In a world where so much is streamlined, everything worn smooth by productive pressure and ergonomically bent for us, an object that feels like a reject from that process feels something like comfort.


See too: Venice: Thea Djordjadze at The ArsenaleOscar Tuazon at Le Consortium & Paradise GarageRichard Rezac at Isabella Bortolozzi

Ed Atkins at dépendance

Ed Atkins at de?pendance
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Fitting to see him now in the white wasteland of art's daily now as a disenfranchised series of promotional images adrift, incommunicable. Recall when Dave had the long ethereal hair of a newborn, bald Dave. Now Dave is dying, an infant with melanoma. Will Dave die? The existential questions of Dave pertain strangely to us all not since we're becoming less different from a render, but because our digital selves are already more widely real, and then who is Dave, the elderly child, newborn Dave.

See too: Ed Atkins at Serpentine GalleryMark Leckey at Haus Der Kunst + Kunsthalle BaselRachel Rose at High Art,

Friday, November 27, 2015

Stephen Prina at Kunst Halle Sankt Gallen

Stephen Prina at Kunst Halle Sankt Gallen
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The medium is the message another way of saying that saying nothing a whole lot of ways is the same as saying a whole lot of something. This has a lot to do with art, in which the goal is to make a elusive content engorge with meaning, make the non-content of biographic Galesburg seem big. And it does. We attribute meaning to this suburban genericism. Structuring experience as a series of means of deployments, Prina is, like the suburbs, a much more insidious real estate developer than first seems.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

K.r.m. Mooney at Pied-á-terre

K.r.m. Mooney at Pied-a?-terre
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Mooney born a jeweler makes sense, apart from its decorative function, the "setting" of jewelry is key, the holding of an object, the micro-fetish of attachmenting objects presented and the problem of material convergence, of which Money is all about. All this relating to our cyborg bodies. Of weirdo materials reminding us of things stranger than ourselves. The most typical aspect of the various object orientated is that we conceive of our body in relation to it, feel our meat as sinew and rod connected. Like the decorative decorates its thing, not the finger but the person atop flesh.

See too: “Being Thing” at Centre International d’Arte et du Paysage & Treignac Projet


Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Max Hooper Schneider at High Art

Max Hooper Schneider at High Art
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The decrepit Casino cut and parted out and distributed as a future predicted will speak to a fantasy of our gothic present amplified. The heavily floraed aquarium holds the lush world behind the glass screen of those surfing having fallen in. The web is like a very deep aquarium and there will be neon signs underwater, in glass. Whole fantasies behind glass, Disney World behind glass where 20,000 leagues under glass a squid would attack your submarine. From sentient watermelon to primordial hot baths, the Chuck-E-Cheese Animtronics begin horribly signing a new dystopian that is lush.

A continuation of: Ajay Kurian at Rowhouse Project

Monday, November 23, 2015

Sheila Hicks at Sikkema Jenkins

Sheila Hicks at Sikkema Jenkins
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While the larger assert themselves through a sort of program exhausted, and big, the small seem yet full with their potential, mysterious and replete; and not yet farmed for harvest, time + material. No doubt Hicks graduating in of an era not particularly known for much besides measuring competitions in some ways shaped the product.


Sunday, November 22, 2015

“Open House” at Kunstverein Braunschweig

Sven Johne
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Each installation shot of this exhibition as though cut from a different building entirely, of various architectures and at least 9 different flooring patterns, nearly one for every room. There is heavy disjuncture and little continuity between the spaces and these jarring cuts stand out against our growing predisposition for documentation that carefully establishes spatial relations of its installations. Like Kubrick intentionally breaking spatial continuity of the spooky hotel to create a viewer lost, there is unease in being disorientated, and in intaking a voluminous feed of disparate images the growing popularity for carefully sited images a way of avoiding the motion sickness of being in a sea.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Mai-Thu Perret, Olivier Mosset at VnH

Mai-Thu Perret, Olivier Mosset at VnH Gallery
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"In early 2010, scientists in Italy announced that rattan wood would be used in a new "wood to bone" process for the production of artificial bone. The process takes small pieces of rattan and places it in a furnace. Calcium and carbon are added. The wood is then further heated under intense pressure in another oven-like machine and a phosphate solution is introduced. This process produces almost an exact replica of bone material. The process takes about 10 days. At the time of the announcement the bone was being tested in sheep and there had been no signs of rejection. Particles from the sheep's bodies have migrated to the "wood bone" and formed long continuous bones. The new bone-from-wood programme is being funded by the European Union. Implants into humans are anticipated to start in 2015.[12]"

The third result for "rattan" Google searches returns, after wiki and dictionary results, Ikea's website. And thus our global domineers providing dystopian furniture to the masses and our futuristically repaired bodies are made of the same object harvested from Indonesian labor.

Friday, November 20, 2015

Glenn Sorensen at Annet Gelink

Glenn Sorensen at Annet Gelink
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Got to give Jennifer Higgie Credit for calling Sorensen "post-industrial Monets." If the impressionists commented on the particularity of French light, Sorensen maybe on the peculiar liquidness of lighted night, and what had been Sorensen's illustrative starkness now sights meltdown of a visual disturbance sort, of unnatural abruptness that shorts rods and cones into afterimages, emergency light, disorientated to something representational that feels abstract.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Lucas Arruda at Lulu


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Monochrome's abyss meeting Romanticist Friedrich's Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog envisioned as a first person ponderer as small materially sensitive jewels like painting.


See too: “Seven Reeds” at Overduin & Co.Sean Raspet at Jessica Silverman

“Play” at Tanya Leighton


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By bringing the others under Cesarco's distancing, they too have their discrepancy become a loss. The mismatched image/text of a Baldessari become numb, a Louise Lawler photograph no longer feels critical but sentimental, and Steinbach's rhetorical question floats with lost meaning, everything like dark ships passing in the night.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Gaylen Gerber at Studio for Propositional Cinema

Gaylen Gerber at Studio for Propositional Cinema
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"In the second exhibition Gerber presents two Supports, each oil paint on cinematic props of Nazi scalps from Quentin Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds."

"Frieze Magazine: Questionnaire: Sturtevant.
What film has most influenced you?
Any film of Quentin Tarantino because he is a concrete example of the vast barren interior of man."

Sunday, November 15, 2015

R.H. Quaytman at Miguel Abreu

R.H. Quaytman at Miguel Abreu
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Miguel Abreu surrounds itself in a very distinct aura, it desires so strongly to be fictional literature, like a Borges labyrinth, where fiction is made to feel real, and the library the realest of all, from which entire worlds stem. Not even that Quaytman chapters her work, all the exhibitions feel like arcana and leaden magic where complexity's turgidity make it feel all the more real for its almost bureaucratic commitment to the fiction.  This PR treats us to the tale of a painter chasing an engraving that a philosopher loved so much to own inspiring a much loved passage of text, finding upon finally seeing the work, that something was hidden behind the print, a whole other world, but the thing couldn't be spliced and x-rays couldn't reveal, and this painter, Quaytman, poured over databases and archives dedicating herself to the task of attributing this engraving behind the engraving, a man in black robes. Eventually it is found not from obsessive pouring, but instead "a little luck." And the painter produces a whole new appendix to the chapter about the discovery revealing "an answer that does not satisfy so much as add complexity and mystery to this icon of ideology." Of course its just a google search away, but the point of the Borges story is would you want it revealed?

Friday, November 13, 2015

Mathis Altmann at Halle für Kunst Lüneburg

Mathis Altmann at Halle für Kunst Lüneburg
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The Model becomes predominate as the world's point of scale becomes unmoored, and reality floating between the virtual and material conditions abstracted by floating points of enumeration etc. etc. Housing replaces houses replaces house distinct from home, which is bombed out. The model encapsulates this world governed by virtual features, planning, projected statistical everything, abstraction of everyday. Looking down at our hands the sphere of the earth is said to be at our fingertips. This abstraction feels lived in. The architectural model exists as a plan scalable and virtual. The mix of real scales and virtual scales - a pipe standing in for piping - a vertiginous collapse, our proprioception lost in relation vibrates. Altmann's loss of orientation to physical objects has followed him for some time now.


Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Klara Lidén, Alicia Frankovich at Kurator

Klara Lide?n, Alicia Frankovich at Kurator
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A desire to express a body. But of recent the body is expressed through objects and not "figuration" but its intermediary, witness ourselves by the surrogate of objects that address it.  Think of Cady Noland's institutional objects, learning something about the specifics of flesh under society. Of elder's walkers and handcuffs. We make objects for ourselves and so of course they express us. And eventually they exist for so long beside us, silently shape alongside us, that they begin to take on facets and express things that were latent, learning by proxy.


See too: Erwin Wurm at Kunstmuseum WolfsburgMarte Eknæs, Sean Raspet at Room East

Heimo Zobernig at Simon Lee

Heimo Zobernig at Simon Lee
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This is as close as Zobernig will ever get to tie-dyed, and the distance is important one. Zobernig's approach is far too flat-footed to pace even stoner psychedelia. The colorful fuck-all isn't pleasant to weary red eyes but an irritant meltdown of modern values, gobbling all tabs before freaking out and regurgitating it back out all over the squares. This is a joke about post-war babies running races against their parents values sort.

See too: Than Hussein Clark at FuturaHeimo Zobernig at IndipendenzaHeimo Zobernig - Petzel,  Krupp, MUDAM

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Than Hussein Clark at Futura

Than Hussein Clark at FUTURA
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By staging the objects as theatrical their vacancy becomes strength, hollowness holding a surface for eyes to move and containing whatever importance the narrative can attribute it, like a beautifully feathered bird you are required to know nothing about, or a Tahitian landscape unencumbered by syphilitic artists, or a tie-dyed Heimo Zobernig.  Like Sci-fi as excuse to CGI a lot of shiny things, theater to reimagine some neo-Memphis-group for Petra von Kant.

See too: “The Violet Crab” at DRAFThan Hussein Clark at Futura

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Group Show at Mary Mary

Group Show at Mary Mary
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The loaded vacancy of de Chirico, which everyone early learns is caused by discrepant perspective amplified by late Italian sun, here duplicated in a way that averts explanation, objects taking on the same eschew weight hovering with a coded urgency of stark quiet.


See too: Mathew Cerletty at Office BaroqueMatthew Brannon at Casey Kaplan , Group Show at Salle Principale

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Michael Krebber at Greene Naftali

Michael Krebber, Installation View, Ground Floor, Greene Naftali, New York, 2015
Courtesy of the artist and Greene Naftali, New York
Photograph: Elisabeth Bernstein
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Krebber seems to be preferring to these days. A brand established rescinding pleasant discussions of the elusive "krebberesque."  In 2013 Krebberesque was actually academically defined in the 8th edition of Quinton and Rohling's Aesthetic Jargon falling between between Kowtow kraut and Kremlin Stoogism. Excitement and Myth has given way to branded production. Having once "suddenly instructed his students never to paint again" now producing paintings at a brisk clip.


see too: Group Show at Greene Naftali

Friday, November 6, 2015

Puppies Puppies at Vilma Gold

Puppies Puppies at Vilma Gold
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The sweet blood of all those Disney characters is actually corn, barrels of it, the dream of american heartland rendered sickly sweet, sweeter than sugar and cheaper to produce, our cellular frames now an industrial byproduct delivering and adapting consumers taste for saccharinity without restraint. A debate about whether or not these corny subjects are inherently harmful, their omnipresence in American diets surely presents later in life. The internet's rule 34 once predicted that if it existed there was porn of it, but has come to mean images of childhood cartoons engaging in sexual acts. Sweetness imprints in kids it seems. Rule 34 continues to grow as a google search (though interestingly less so in the UK where this ultra sweetness is not found.)  The corny fantasy without balance is an addictive substance, a better commodity, we never experience nourishment or taste so much as direct dopamine reverb, foods and disney treated to ever more focused scientific research achieving not only a more pleasing product but one never delivering satiation. Artists can at least deliver some form of relief to the fantasy by erotically showing off their ends' bitter taste, a fantasy cornhole.

See too: Venice vs. Triennial

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Josh Smith at at Eva Presenhuber

Josh Smith at at Eva Presenhuber
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Half decade ago the most reviled painter on campuses, now they sorta look just like any other painting made today. Whether this is because Smith as the last Naumanian understood the wild importance of Ford's speed (and in-distinction) creating busywork spam into cultural consensus, or any true influence is hard to discern.

See too: Ann Craven at Confort ModerneZak Prekop at Shane Campbell

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Anders Clausen at Between Bridges

Anders Clausen at Between Bridges
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 You could believe these feathers of various metals and materials are strange turn for Clausen, coming from cold micro-interaction of detachment's emotional resonance, of interface a replacement for interfacing, but its is the same form of emotional micro-attention, of feathers beginning to look like birds with brand strategies. Maybe it's hard to tell the difference between fetish and sentiment, or between a fetishistic attention to detail and tenderness, fastidious and compulsion.

Elad Lassry at David Kordansky

Elad Lassry at David Kordansky
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If Lassry's photographs feel fetishistic it's because, like Furries costumed in fursuits as substitute for the slick lines of the anthropomorphic cartoon animals they desire sex with, Lassry's photographs dress their photograph as slick objects to anthropomorphize the objectifying seduction of photography's cartoon version, wearing a "fursuit" of the image color coded to the frame. Lassry's "photographs" self-objectify under gaze as tactile and plastic visual pleasure. They more cryptic the photo - deprived of its raisons, however "straight" - the more its surface appears in blankness, the blank allure of sexual consumability of surface and seduction, lozenges of virtual material. These ultra expensive objects "carved from single timbers of Claro walnut wood" will disperse into homes and be collected by those seeing them dispersed, consumed like cherries in Pac-Man.


Monday, November 2, 2015

Rainer Ganahl at Kai Matsumiya

Rainer Ganahl at Kai Matsumiya
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Institutional critique, was, at its base, a reflexive gesture, navel gazing en abyme, setting up a giant system of mirrors of various funhouse effects within the institution, but if we've learned nothing its that silvered surfaces sell really well. We desire nothing more than to see ourselves. And seeing everyone else is like ourselves in a strange mirror. And seeing other art patrons is like seeing ourselves in relation to ourselves, seeing a grand and baroque vaulting network of ourselves in a hierarchy of ourselves. And seeing a Jeff Koons painting is like seeing ourselves replaced with Barbie plastic.  We see ourselves in so many ways. It's all we really want.

See too: Peter Piller at Capitain Petzel , “Seven Reeds” at Overduin & Co.

Istanbul Biennial

Merve Kılıçer - Büyükada Halk Kütüphanesi
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Assigning numbers to all artists and then a  random number generator to choose: Merve Kılıçer. 
Merve Kılıçer's images can be found here: istanbul-biennial/iksv_14b_sahirugureren_498#499#500#501#502#503#504#505

Merve Kılıçer's biography from page 90 of the guidebook reads:
"1987, Istanbul. Lives and works in Istanbul. Mater.ial,  2014–15, 2 custom-made tables, 2 handmade artist’s books "

"There are two books in the library with prints in them. They tell the stories of Tiamat and Inanna. They are creation stories. Her prints are also stories – successive layers of etching on a metal plate with puntasecca and acquaforte."