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In his current exhibit Tuesday Afternoon, now on view at Marlborough Chelsea till January 8, 2007, artist Will Ryman translates commonplace urban scenes into playful but unsettling sculptural gatherings.
Strachan eschews the coldness adopted by other conceptual artists, instead creating installations that speak not only to our intellectual interests, but to our emotional concerns, our feelings of loneliness, desire, and loss.
The South Asian Women’s Creative Collective celebrates ten years of artistic and intellectual work with Sultana’s Dream, an Exit Art exhibition that epitomizes the group’s aesthetic accomplishments and its strength as a collaborative community.
At first glance, Gary Schneiders ink prints on canvas look like satellite imagesmottled with whorls of light and fields of charcoal black, they recall photographs of our planet at night, or Hubble snapshots of distant nebulae.
Twelve years ago, New York artists Adam Ames and Andrew Bordwin of Type A began examining masculinity through the lens of their individual experiences. But changes in the citys cultural landscape following 9/11 and the economic crisis have broadened their works purview, bringing unexpected political implications to past installations and infusing new projects with cutting social commentary.
Paul Theks anxieties are baffling by contemporary standards. Todays artists record and broadcast their work ad nauseam. They post pics, clips, and audio files online, approaching documentation not as a secondary activity, as Beuys did when he first commissioned photographs of his performances, but as a central concern on par with the creative act itself.
On either side of the entrance to Bruce High Quality Foundations retrospective at Sarah Inglett Gallery, two C-prints appear in modest steel frames. At right hangs an image of the New Museums lauded façade, with its rainbow-loud HELL YES motto, here reduced to unassuming silver-grays; at left is Bruce High Quality Foundations response: a picture of a brick building across the street from the museum, festooned with the phrase HEAVEN FORBID and patrolled by a tall figure peering with binoculars directly at the viewer.
When Bruce High Quality Foundations Retrospective mocked art commerce last Spring, a red-hot market was fueling galleries and museums and sending hammer prices soaring at Sothebys. Flawed or not, the object of the exhibitions ridicule was thriving.
Since 1991, the program has made annual awards to 250 American artists. This year, however, grantees face a major challenge: adjusting to a new workspace on Jay Street, Brooklyn. No longer will participants ease into the Lower Manhattan location that was home to the program for 16 years; this season, they join the rapidly growing DUMBO arts community.
In Jacolby Satterwhites video Country Ball 19892012 (2012), on view in May 2012 at the Studio Museum in Harlem, real and computer-generated bodies gyrate in a landscape brimming with earthly pleasures.
Francis Bacon was very private, not only about his personal affairs but also about the creative process that unfolded in his infamously chaotic studio.
Mark Bradford has a striking presence and people like to talk about it. Even the most self-serious art writers set aside paragraphs to say that hes impressively tall, thin, and disarmingly handsome.
Critics have attempted for more than fifty years to locate George Tooker in terms of his aesthetic affiliations. To this end they have discussed his work variously as a descendant of American Realism or of Socialist Realism, as an offshoot of Surrealism, a modern variety of Romanticism, or a branch of Magic Realism.
Alice Notley’s newest collection of poems, Alma, or The Dead Women, is a pure expression of rage and grief. It is a direct response to the rise of international violence following the events of September 11, but it does more than mourn the deaths of soldiers and citizens—it defines the Iraq war as the product of an inherently violent, phallocentric culture.
In a chapter of Typecasting that explores Western exploitation of indigenous peoples, authors Stuart and Elizabeth Ewen take readers to Chicagos Columbian Exposition (1893), a colossal side show six hundred feet wide and a mile long, where tourists gawked at exhibits designed to illustrate the immoral, primitive, and hypersexual tendencies of foreign cultures. ...
David Shapiros New and Selected Poems (1965-2006) forgoes the formality of frontmatter and commences without introduction; but perhaps no introduction is necessary. From the first halting syllables of January to the sonorous phrases of Burning Interior, each piece explains itself fully, citing sources of inspiration, announcing intentions, and guiding us through the chaos of its postmodern aesthetic.
Elaine Equi releases the enormous potential energy of irreverence in Ripple Effect, her brilliant collection of new and previously published poems, as she assumes a poetic voice that simultaneously embraces and mocks poetic appropriation.
Conversation about New Yorks poetry scene generally drifts in romantic directions, either to the lost years when poets lived within walking distance of one another, met on street corners, converged for readings in apartments and bars, or to the difficult future, when gentrification and post-modernity decentralize and permanently scatter a movement-less poet community. Perhaps these narratives stem from legitimate concerns.
Though this is his first monograph, photographer Zwelethu Mthethwas uniquely personal portraits of South African life have won him international attention for decades. Most images that reach us from southern Africa fall into a category that essayist Okwui Enwezor calls Afro-pessimismthey horrify, polarize, and suggest that the African experience is and always has been distant from our own.