Darren Bader at Franco Nero

Jim Lambie at Franco Noero

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Lambie's whole deal an extensive search for excuses to put garish colors in rooms that don't need it. Like dressing in blaze orange to a dinner party, saying look how "fun" one is but also simply look at him. Not entirely convinced of the need for arbitrary splashes of color as a proxy for fun. A dog at the same dinner party adds a splash of color onto the living room rug but at least his is an act of institutional critique. In this metaphor the dog is Martin Creed. But so, Beautifying the world isn’t reducible to slapping down a coat of color. Despite what public art projects would fund. Nor is it plunking a sculpture onto the lawn of gleaming corporate towers, or your Hamptons home. A fungus on noble corn type lysergic. Literalized here by chaining dyed fabric swatches to the walls. Sunglasses as stained glass. The world filtered through rose-colored lenses of Hippies' attempts at profundity, rosy retrospection, each one these things are like a question: remember fun?

Jason Dodge at Franco Noero

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The great garbage patch:

see too: Chadwick Rantanen at Secession, Kahlil Robert Irving at Callicoon Fine Arts, Melvin Edwards at Daniel Buchholz, Nancy Lupo at Antenna Space, “May the Bridges I Burn Light the Way” at STANDARD (OSLO), Nancy Lupo at Kristina Kite & Yuji Agematsu at Miguel Abreu, Dylan Spaysky at Clifton Benevento, Yuji Agematsu at Real Fine Arts,  Yuji Agematsu at Artspeak,

Jason Dodge at Franco Noero



Poetics in hyperbole, artworks like prose written in dorm rooms, like Ono’s instructions, like a koan, “like using tweezers to pull diamonds out of your girlfriend’s tear ducts.” Like a poem.
Heating pocket items to body temp artificially, warm string blocking a doorway, the exterior entering the interior, the items to remove fingers assembled in the average numbers of fingers, 10, transference, our childish innocence, items on a found grocery list bought in repetition several times in different places, like candies in a infinite pile you can take dispersing, like a disco dancer as stand in for lover, like a sink running forever down a drain.
Poetic: the disjuncture in a logical statement, fissures before coming full circle, in "making sense," the gap acting like a discovered lapse in the real’s rationality, when there never was one to begin with.

Tom Burr at Franco Noero
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Tom Burr owns the foppish gesture, regardless whether he birthed. Despite it’s cliche as “emblem of Contemporary Art,” Burr’s dramatized version is the best. The objects obtaining a cartoon caricature-esque quality, iPhone icons of contemporary art, somehow losing the sharp imperfection of real objects. The reckless arrangement attains a rigidness opposing the lesser artists' rigid attempts to feign recklessness. The starch pressed severity make the attenuation towards the diaristic details all the more fetishistically perverse and good.