Between The Lines by British artist Ian Davenport currently on view at the Art Plural Gallery, is an exploration of the materiality of paint and the balance between chance and control where colours are submitted to a rigorous pouring system of densely packed vertical strips on canvases and aluminium panels. Davenport’s creative process thrives within the ambiguities of probability and chance: through the employment of[…..]
MoMA PS1 is an art institution reputable for its exhibitions and events that inspire an unparalleled contemporary dialogue in both the United States and internationally. It’s building – a recovered and repurposed public schoolhouse – alone commands a stamp of novelty. The exterior recalls an architectural era that predates the now ubiquitous rolling glass façades with its sumptuous terra cotta bricks and ornate eaves. It’s interior has[…..]
In 2010, David Shields gave us ‘Reality Hunger’ — a mashup of over 600 stolen quotes, arranged into a manifesto. ‘Reality Hunger’ was Shields’ attempt at an ars poetica for what he referred to as ‘a burgeoning group of interrelated (but unconnected) artists […] who are breaking larger and larger chunks of ‘reality’ into their work.’ This week, curator Carolyn Christov-Bakargiev gives us her version[…..]
My Apocalyptic Moment, by New-York-based artist Glen Fogel, and currently on view at the Portland Institute for Contemporary Art, is a show about impact and identity, mediated by desire. Projections of wedding rings fill an empty loft; love letters are reproduced at five feet tall; a model’s collaged portrait hangs on a rooftop in the middle of the city. Fogel works at the scale of[…..]
L.A. Expanded: Notes from the West Coast A weekly column by Catherine Wagley My sister, who is on a Fulbright in Thailand and living in a small village in the Uttaradit Province, realized a week ago that she needed a haircut. This was nerve-wracking. There were cultural differences and language barriers involved, and nothing makes you crabbier than a haircut that isn’t right. She asked[…..]
Leaving the crowds behind after the frenzied week of Frieze, I headed down to the New Museum after waiting for a month in anticipation to see some of my favorite artists show under one roof. Though there are numerous shows currently at the New Museum, I was there to see Phyllida Barlow, Tacita Dean and Nathalie Djurberg, all artists with whom I have had minimal[…..]
I used to have a secret garden. Even though it was technically communal (which slightly undermines the essence of secrecy) it was rarely visited by anyone and wildly overgrown. Especially in summer you could get lost between the ancient trees and unkept rosebushes and safely hide from the perils of the outside world. I occasionally invited someone around for a midnight picnic, and often spent lazy[…..]
