Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Caroline Mesquita at Kunsthalle Lissabon


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have oft nightmares of the things that run underneath the earth. Wasn't that a major plot point of  Ghostbusters? Nightmares manifested as physical slime, the collective bad vibes of a city?  gives image to what we all feel as the undercurrents of sociality, culture, we say the city was "electric" but when the mood goes sour its feels like beneath the faces of everyone pumps black bile. 20th century surrealism seemed too preoccupied with the mythos of artistic genius, and everyone's paintings explored personal psyche which led to Hollywood giving more spectacular manifestations of cultural rather personal psyche. Isn't there a movie where Tom Hanks is almost drown in his suburban basement by a pipe pumping it full of shit? Or is this another nightmare. Artists have a whole history digging holes - outdoors, in studio, in gallery, in life - but one would like for a genealogy of pipes. Nightmare pipes, a genre.


see too: Caroline Mesquita at T293Nicolas Deshayes at Modern Art“May the Bridges I Burn Light the Way” at STANDARD (OSLO)

Monday, January 21, 2019

Past: Caroline Mesquita at T293

"mentions Giger for whom the mechanistic and biomorphic found waypoint in the skeleton, [...] the crabs and muscle cars who share the PVC fetishist's interest in shiny bulges; it wasn't hard a move to the erotic. And like the Iron Giant for beyond parental guidance suggested, we can anthropomorphize steel so long as it reflects our own curvature. Metal is as malleable as you want it to be, can conform your desire, and thus have no issue identifying our own corporeality"


full: Caroline Mesquita at T293

Life Sport at Point Chaud


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Art is a capitalistic hustle despite whatever clung to beliefs of any spiritual separation from economic domination. Spiritual practices of artists not working in a factory. And a lot of artists work in factories of other artists. (Interesting turn of events if workers seized the means of production from their CEO artists. How many art practices have devolved into studio assistant performing a rendition of Weekend at Bernie’s with their long dead-inside artists?) But so until all workers are about rise up, it would seem under the current conditions, not only capital but situations in which “money for the arts” appears to go to those willing to reproduce the previous generation in younger blood, that some forms of collectivization - or pure entrepreneurial endeavors - would spring up. It would hopefully raise questions of “who is allowed to speak” and the artworld would actually register this. But it won’t. You either survive or you don’t. If you produce some magic in that, we might respect you.

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Zoe Nelson at JDJ


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With gallery decentralization away from artcenters in an age of ever more omnipresent digital panopticons - foot traffic obsolescence, warehousing in cheaper real estate, and by appointments only - the white cube and its Matrix-like virtual space will perhaps become redundant to this physical de-locale, a fear of vertigo of a white space sent into hyperspace the gallery-space will need to self-locate, architecture will appear as a watermark to keep one foot on the ground avoiding the spins tumbling through non-space.

Friday, January 18, 2019

Amanda Ross-Ho at Mary Mary

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What a good cruel show. There’s more photos on Mary Mary’s website. Click and drag virtual to our emotional scales, our pain. 10. Until the walls are howling. Size is a cruelty, we don’t want our more fragile moments blown up on walls. Child burn units developed these, for children pre language, to describe their pain as burned children, white rooms of red. Is there anything more unimaginable than this?  As a means of exchange we turn emotion into a signifier, turn it into plastic information, capable of all sorts of manipulation. “A universal metric to measure human suffering” Your pain is universal, equivocal, exchangeable for the pain of others. This is the best we could come up with to communicate with red children. The world is still primitive, its virtualization even more so. We all fear technology but not its precursors. (like)

Past: Amanda Ross-Ho

Past: Amanda Ross-Ho

"By sheer determination of size it virtualizes space, collapsing distance between you and it"
"no longer calibrated to bodily comfort but instead a fun-house manicism, of the world made slapstick, the clowning gotten carried away to mocking humanism and expressing willful laughter, forcing themselves upon you, bludgeoning distance with the brute force of size. [...] The shifts in scale reassert their indifference towards your own. [...] a cold aggressive plasticity of its information."
"Like the masks central to this exhibition, human emotion is traded for its systematic expression"
"Mental buggery of signification replacing the consensualness of sight."


Amanda Ross-Ho at The Pit, Amanda Ross-Ho at The Approach

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Lui Shtini at Kate Werble


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The apparition we all throw guesses like darts towards. Knowledge that's predicated on the firming up of agreement, history a handshake between historians. And in this way the amorphous is not an agreeable substance to a culture that would like to make everything fungible, easily transactable. Instead here see things that reveal only us, an elephant we're all hiding in our own personal rooms under big sheets. Ambiguousness is hot right now, the abstractionists with their gluttonous anthropomorphics, the kids with their balloon swollen cartoons, the sculptors with their lumpy things. The ambiguity exemplar of our world's distrust. Who knows who is actually the man behind the curtain.


See too: Ron Nagle at Modern ArtMichael E. Smith at Sculpture CenterNina Beier at Metro PicturesNairy Baghramian at Museo TamayoNairy Baghramian at Marian GoodmanAlice Tippit at Night Club

" ...abstraction's referential amorphousness: a resemblance that, like inkblots, adapt to the viewer they appear to. Apparition as innuendo. Do you see the sunglassed DJ's hi-top fade? do you see a booty shaking, a wailing baby, or a pig outdoors at night through a molar keyhole..."


Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Julian Irlinger at Thomas Schulte


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Butterflies pinned will always be beautiful.  Taxonomy's segmenting provides the world under glass, alien from itself. Taxidermy the world. It'll embalm itself eventually won't it. So it'd be nice if we could organize it before then. Our anthropology always only reflects the norms of the diggers.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Past: Jef Geys at Essex Street

"...the bluntest blankest things forcing interest everywhere besides the art, is for Geys more a process of stuffing your navel elegantly full of mirrors to gaze en abyme into it, packing them tightly, pristinely, to see a hall of navels winking like eyes, the rules of Gey's objects - well indexed in the PR - redirecting you through this hallowed hall of art..."



Click for full: Geys at Essex Street


Monday, January 14, 2019

Sue Tompkins at The Modern Institute


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The painting's ineptness could almost be salved with reminders of Tompkin's enjoyably askew performances, the hollow echoes of paintings like. Today everyone verbs the noun. "Performs Painting" "Investigates Painting." And Painting saved by performance has become a trope. At least these have Polaroids as appendages to make them kind of do a jig.


See too:  Sue Tompkins at Lisa Cooley
Past: Charline von Heyl

"painterly recognition that is particular, depleting, and manic"

"like being struck, designed with the force of icons and logos, instantaneous recognition, the paintings connect with a speed prophetic of the contemporary; understandable that her rise delayed would coincide with that of digital networks: von Heyl's paintings turn composition into a kind of semio-transaction of consumption"



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Charline von Heyl at Petzel & Deichtorhallen
Charline von Heyl at Gisela Capitain
Charline von Heyl at Capitain Petzel




Sunday, January 13, 2019

Chloe Seibert at Mickey


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Like Dubuffet run through Joyce Pensato, the scabrous is given countenance in style, a meaty thing to be toyed with, drawn on. Artists have such a strange relation to the face, to our lumpen forms. A middle fingers raised rebellion to it. No matter what gratuitous things they do it, whatever fingers clawed through it, we recognize it. Perhaps reason to hate it, through the violence it remains, you can get a smile.


See too: Chelsea Culprit at YautepecThe violence against faces. Geumhyung Jeong at KLEMM’S

Friday, January 11, 2019

Polly Apfelbaum at Belvedere 21


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Apfelbaum seems on the verge of a resurgence as everyone stolen threads from her leave full carpets and tapestries all around the galleries. Eventually a whole subsection of the artworld is woven in her image. It hadn't seemed so serious then, but now it's everywhere, "craft"'s infiltration of our more erect intentions.


Past: Anna-Sophie Berger at JTT

"Berger's exhibitions look like group shows, filled to the brim with objects inconsistent. If outward appearance needs consistency to "make sense," if fashion is meant as an expression of its subject, the wearer, we could draw a line from Berger's fashion discourses earlier to now: a breakdown in objects ability to communicate its subject, artist or wearer...."


read full: Anna-Sophie Berger at JTT

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Bob van der Wal at Neue Alte Brücke


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Someday something will feast off the roughage of our crotches. And all the walls covered in notes behind it like a set for a conspiracy film, the mad attempts at extracting some actionable knowledge from it. As it's said, Conspiracists, like fetishists, like theists, find comfort in the underlying belief that someone is in control, at least someone is pulling the strings that manipulates the world that would otherwise feels so painfully arbitrary. We attempt to make sense, our Hominid brains are excellent at seeing patterns. We extract meaning from nothing. We become paranoid of a silent informed minority. Attempt to read the subtext in everything. Like art.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Ingrid Luche at Ghebaly Gallery


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"Ghost Dresses" seem to be based-off Amerindian ritual Ghost Dances and Ghost shirts, which sounds a bit like cultural appropriation since - according to wikipedia - Ghost Dance rituals were intended to make the white colonialists leave. Which white spaces they find themselves now refashioned in. Maybe the French aren't so sensitive to such matters. Maybe this is a bonafide attempt to make the colonialists leave. Seems like the PR would have touched on that. Either way it seems like the point is that eventually everything will be able to be overlaid into everything else, you buy a cultural anything with everything, anything, on it, you have can have anything with a t-shirt on it. You can order it online. Everything will be put into everything else.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Past: Park McArthur

"a pathos in the materials we find to mediate our touch to the world. ... The objects here, designed for ourselves, infer something about the bodies which they govern. A way for an object to "speak" without resorting to symbolism or surrealism, but exist as a circumstantial evidence of a reality, the tragedies of a world we must continually attenuate..."

Full:  Park McArthur at ChisenhalePark McArthur at SFMOMA



Monday, January 7, 2019

Chim↑Pom at ANOMALY


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We have invented forms of wreckage we find enjoyable.

Sunday, January 6, 2019

Amelie Von Wulffen at Gio Marconi


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"She utilizes the brown hued bluntness of the German palette – a favorite of 18th century genre painters through to Anselm Kiefer – as if it were a genre all its own."

That's pretty good. And one would wish for a listing of von Wulffen's does with color and painting that feel so egregiously like painting trauma, its history of abuses, like that bic pen blue that smears out of the clouds, the eruptions of full ROYGBIV rainbows of colors unnecessary. Painting is filled with horror, the calls coming from inside the house.
Past: Amelie von Wulffen

"...the history of painting is a trauma that comes bruising into von Wulfenn's paintings. How images transact through time...   We have memory of how painting was, how history functioned, how impressionism was painted, but it's wrong, like your head full of hangover, a painting full of malfunction, its shipment through time arrives damaged."


Saturday, January 5, 2019

Past: Gijs Milius at Gaudel de Stampa

"We try to make the body reappear and it appears as a cartoon, which we're mad about. Our cartoon bodies extrapolated from the growing prevalence of data and numbers domineering discussions of humans. The "broad picture" we use for governance. People as populations. Everything feels like a cartoon in this virtuality because you can do great violence to it. A million jobs lost, a million jobs gained. Tom whacks at Jerry with a mallet like an axe. Jerry distends."


Click: Gijs Milius at Gaudel de Stampa

Friday, January 4, 2019

Darren Bader at Blum & Poe


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The buggery performed, inhabiting another's space with full cavity examination. Or more blurb friendly, Bader becomes Hannibal Lecter, less appropriation than a forcible taking of skins, wearing them like a costume to be paraded. A mere container for Bader's acting. Wool, Catala, Spaulings, Gonzalez-Torres, Ruscha, Albenda, Andre, and probably etc.

Possibly the reason a lot of artists hate Bader, besides the general impishness, is the refusal to perform any sort of critical consolidation of his practice, that moral underpinning of art, "criticality," (that ethic reproduced in art school).  Instead, at the cost of any good structure, a near incessant expansion. His ability to take. Any of Bader's "good ideas" are buried in an avalanche of "any idea." Bader is exhausting.  A lot of artists - despite whatever art's claims to freedom, and ostensible rejection of cultural values - wouldn't let themselves behave half this stupidly. The criticism is perhaps that acting stupidly isn't really freeing, but really neither is what most artists do anyway. Mirrors are best when they are stupid.


see too:
Darren Bader at Andrew Kreps 2Darren Bader at Sadie ColesDarren Bader at Radio AthènesDarren Bader at Kölnischer KunstvereinDarren Bader at Andrew Kreps 1
Past: Darren Bader

"There was a small comedy in finding the glitches in new products, on the internet you would see mugs printed with masses of inane image as algorithms auto-designed them. It dredged everything available on the internet to place it onto a mug. Walmart's website selling an iPhone case with a man wearing diapers. Everything onto everything. Exponentially increase to the products available without oversight, quantity above all. A tornado of reference and attachment, and the audience in the whirl attempting to see anything to relieve the anxiety of so much garbage, vertigo in feeling one's toes sense the full ocean of production."

"that if we're going to take seriously the idea of dead fire bricks arranged gravenly on floors, or water become tree, then too so we must accept with it its ideological twin, shrimp tossed in a foosball table or muffins arranged. To argue one way or the other the importance of bricks/floor vs shrimp/game is to already enter into Bader's standoff, and lose to the man brilliantly willing to lose everything to win."


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Darren Bader at Andrew Kreps
Darren Bader at Sadie Coles
Darren Bader at Radio Athènes,
Darren Bader at Kölnischer Kunstverein
Darren Bader at Andrew Kreps

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Jill Mulleady at Galerie Neu

René Magritte, Le galet, 1948; Evelyne Axell L'égocentrique 2 1968"; Theo Wenner, Miley Cyrus Rolling Stone Cover, 2013; Jill Mulleady, The Discovery, 2018
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Things burble up, ghosts drift like flotsam up through the flow of images, us all treading water not wanting to drown in this subconsciousness the PR threatens. Drowning in soup haunted, like a purgatory. Paintings become disfigured, gargoyles misremembered, using your memory of history's painting against you. These paintings feel like being gaslit: isn't that what's his name in new colors? No, these are entirely new paintings. History flows through the bejeweled eye of the beholder's digestive endpoint, already chewed and expelled for us.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Leidy Churchman at Reena Spaulings


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"the 'manure of experience.'"
"an 'extraordinary junkyard' of symbols,"
"a disconcerting heterogeneity at first glance,"
"individually rich but collectively inscrutable."
Past: Leidy Churchman at Koelnischer Kunstverein

"'Heterogeneity' in painting, the lack of identifiable style, of painterly identity, that has become increasingly common, shifting subjects, means and themes, we find still neurotic - still being mentioned in PR. It's conversant spectacle, finger to the viewer, who is asked to sort it out. This avoidance of identity, could be argued as an abdication of responsibility, but like the fish before left well enough alone, the distance asks for understanding that we aren't required to, and can't, know."

Leidy Churchman at Koelnischer Kunstverein
Past: Trisha Donnelly


"...abolish the possibility of a reference we can call common, bury it behind opaque markers. i.e. difficult to recount without resorting to the degrading telephone game of myth, scattered primary source quotes cut/pasted ad infinitum; the PR limbo bending backwards to avoid description, replaced with chimes; and objects which, even at peak banality aren't really describable without metaphor, some sorta whatsa type a deal. What you see isn't mine. Probably why there's such radical opinion difference, Donnelly's cult and the mudslingers. The inability to derive equitable terms, a reference to talk about, looking like slack-jawed yokels."


Click: Trisha Donnelly at Museum LudwigTrisha Donnelly at Eva Presenhuber