Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Hanne Lippard, Nora Turato at Metro Pictures


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Lots of artists like to put phrases on signs, do it in a similar way. A particularly satisfying gesture: language, propelled with advertorial oomph, instead deadpans with its empty cymbal crash; be understand the words but, devoid of context feel a little haunted, disembodied, ghosts of something far. Like Lippard's audio work, we glean through archaeology of their words the character. But Turato's texts and her own performances gleefully amplify a schizophenic fracture through estrangement and affectual register shifts. Disallowing complete connection, we instead begin to feel its loss through ears numbed by corruption. The garbage of the "infosphere." In an era when everyone spends their time off creating protest signs against politicians having clipped the sound bite down to two word phrases, the fun of creating your own haunting version, headlines like haikus, is fun. Cut the ends off a sentence and be left with a poem.


words on walls: Matt Keegan, Kay Rosen at Grazer KunstvereinGene Beery at Shoot the LobsterKarl Holmqvist at Sant’Andrea de ScaphisSue Tompkins at Lisa CooleyJenny Holzer at Blenheim PalaceBarbara Kruger at Sprüth Magers Peter Fend at Essex StreetCAWD on Fetish