Donald Moffett (b. 1955) says he doesnt know what kind of art to makegiven the situation. Its a moving thought for an artist who is showing fantastic new paintings in his seventh solo exhibition at Marianne Boeskys gallery.
In comparison to Kaphars earlier work, these enigmatic new paintings are asked to bear a heavier burden of direct narrative, and the lack of an obvious relation between the absences and presences that Kaphar highlights here leaves us with a new and unfamiliar kind of disorientation.
There have always been multiple entry points for viewers to come to terms with John Sonsinis bravura portraits of single or multiple male subjects, most of whom are Mexican day laborers, and the age of Trump has unexpectedly provided us with yet another.
The ghost of Mark Lombardi hovers over recent exhibitions by Fernando Bryce, at Alexander & Bonin, and William Powhida, at Postmasters, both of which trafficked heavily in a fusion of text and imagery. This combination seems far easier for audiences today to digest than was the case 20 years ago, when Lombardi was one of the few working artists able to locate the proverbial sweet spot between things people want to read and things people want to look at.
The installation functions as a veritable safe space, where we might gradually accustom ourselves to the voices and faces of people whose political opinions are diametrically opposed to ours, while perhaps attempting to perceive a crucial distinction along the way between the message and the messenger.
Paul Anthony Smiths first solo exhibition in New York, at Jack Shainman Gallery, arrives with the proverbial wind at the artist's back. Smith, who turns 31 this year, has already enjoyed multiple museum group shows and acquisitions around the country, and some mid career artists whose names would be familiar to most readers have been discreetly collecting his work for some time.
A product of the 1990s upheaval that transformed video art into video installation, Rottenbergs videos are the focal point of an intricately linked material universe in which architectural elements and room transformations function as added liminal spaces by which one arrives at the screen.
Gonzaless efforts to transform both the emotional raw material of her research, as well as actual patterns and motifs found in Shipibo textiles, result in compositions that seek to retain the freshness and urgency of her experiences, while opening up a space in contemporary artistic practice for a non-exploitative relationship to pre-Colombian cultures.
Her groundbreaking works of 30 years ago seem to dovetail just as effortlessly with a contemporary interest in activism and ways that artists can deploy new developments in technology and communication without becoming subsumed by a consumerist ethos.
Another troubling aspect to the infallibility principle of art criticismby which the value of your opinion is determined by the proportion of artists you choose to write about who are still considered relevant 10 or 20 years after the factis that contemporary art is never affixed with an unwavering value, even after its no longer seen as contemporary.
During our time scattered amongst the living, we are frequently on the receiving end of advice to the effect that death is the event we should fear the mosta reflex that has always bewildered me.