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“Bay Area Now 7”

701 Mission Street
July 18, 2014–October 5, 2014

View of “Bay Area Now 7,” 2014.

How can one render the invisible visible? This question stands out in this group exhibition that preserves the leftovers of show preparation. In it, a minor collection of unattributed works fills a small gallery set aside for the Bay Area Art Workers Alliance: a yellow-and-gray moving blanket hangs from a wall as a flimsy monochrome; a lensless projector fades in and out during a color test; drill holes from the previous month’s exhibition await drywall spackle. The twenty-three works on display extend the parameters of an exhibition’s “work” to include both the preparator’s labor and the support structures involved in the work’s installation.

By emphasizing these elements of show preparation, the exhibition is suspended in a state of potentiality. For instance, the color test is projected at a frame rate that is unsynchronized with its recorded image. A CCTV camera records and feeds a CCTV CRT monitor at a different rate than the projected image. In a sense, the image appears as an aura of its own failure. Likewise, in another part of the exhibition, a video fades through all the possible hues and tones used to smooth images over the course of an exhibition. These tests serve as necessary experiments during preparation and maintenance, but in this particular iteration they are noninstrumentalized—excessive and unfinished.

Andrew Witt

Ruth Laskey and Suzan Frecon

2831 Mission Street
September 5, 2014–October 25, 2014

Suzan Frecon, Impracticable Enceinte (b), 2014, watercolor on Indian paper, 9“ x 12 3/4”.

Located on the bustling Mission Street thoroughfare between to-die-for taquerías and mango-laden fruit stands, this exhibition of works by Ruth Laskey and Suzan Frecon, both known for creations that eschew the bombastic in favor of a cool craftiness, is a meditative world apart. Painstakingly woven over a period of six months, the seven framed textile pieces from Laskey’s “Twill Series,” 2005–14, incorporate abstract, geometric forms that recall Navajo graphic motifs and Pomo Indian basket designs. Working on a diaphanous white linen ground, as in Twill Series (Caribbean Blue/Black), 2014, the artist wove a single monochromatic shape, then bordered the form with a black line, but left one side of the blue plane exposed. With their minimal forms, her work undoubtedly hews closer to the likes of Bauhaus innovators Anni Albers and Gunta Stölzl than the samplers of Elaine Reichek.

Though Laskey may have traded in painting for textiles, the seven abstract watercolors by Frecon are a testament to her mastery of the former. Painted on salvaged Indian or Japanese papers, Frecon’s compositions of rounded mounds and milky color fields evoke abstracted vistas. In Indigo Light, 2014, a hole pierced near the center of the creased paper resembles a horizon line bound by swathes of deep indigo. Nearby, the lozenge-shaped pool of marbled cobalt-blue encircled by a field of brick red in Impracticable Enceinte (b), 2014, calls to mind a cooling oasis amid an arid landscape. With the din of the world beyond the gallery faintly perceptible, Frecon’s watercolors remind us that art can offer a sublime refuge.

Joseph Akel

“Landscape: the virtual, the actual, the possible?”

701 Mission Street
October 24–January 25

Robert Zhao Renhui, Changi, Singapore, 1970s, color photograph, 47 1/2 x 33".

A collaboration between the YBCA, the Kadist Art Foundation, and the Guangdong Times Museum in Guangzhou, the ambitious group show “Landscape: the virtual, the actual, the possible?” defamiliarizes an influential trope in recent cultural theory: the Anthropocene as a new global era characterized by fundamentally new human/nature relations and even by a new conception of “nature” itself. The curators shrewdly present works that, rather than serving as evidence of this changed world, treat the Anthropocene as a hypothesis meant to engender exploratory thinking.

“Landscape” offers a careful balance of relevant art-historical references (such as the large photographic prints of human figures in eerily barren terrain by Elina Brotherus and Robert Zhao Renhui made in the last decade) with rigorous attempts to rethink the space of landscape using contemporary digital technologies, like Toby Ziegler’s The Fifth Quarter, 2005—architectural painting that appears to have been rendered flattened and pixelated—and Vidya Gastaldon’s conical yarn sculpture Floating Mountain, 2006, which twirls from the ceiling like a three-dimensional abstracted mountain.

The most unexpected element in the show is an array of conceptual video and performance pieces, especially Anthony McCall’s Landscape for Fire, 1972, which follows a hybrid of map and score to set fire to objects in a field, and Paul Kos’s 1970 The Sound of Ice Melting, an audio amplification of melting ice cubes in the gallery space using an absurd number of microphones—only funny for the first few seconds, then impossibly piteous. Against this thinking, more familiar approaches to nature after culture—approaches that reference detritus, erasure, and artificial borders—are cast in a fresh light.

Monica Westin


Pier 24 The Embarcadero
August 1–May 1

Matt Lipps, Untitled (Women's Heads), 2010, C-print, 40 x 53".

In its first several rooms, “Secondhand” appears to embody a diligent curatorial argument about notable trends in contemporary photographic practices surrounding found images, with by canonical work from Richard Prince and John Baldessari, as well as Larry Sultan and Mike Mandel’s Evidence (1977), the groundbreaking conceptual book culled from massive police and science archives. The show quickly moves to a noteworthy group of recent photographers working with Photoshopped, decontextualized, vernacular images—in particular Matt Lipps’s collaged archive from the now-extinct magazine Horizons and Erik Kessels’s inexhaustible compilations of found snapshots, which have gone beyond his famous Flickr repositories into more intimate documentations of personal lives, the work’s sentiment and sheer volume both anchoring the show.

But what makes “Secondhand” remarkable is the range of vernacular photographs from numerous other collections and archives: shrewd counterpoints to the more manifest practices on display. The first show at Pier 24 to feature a majority of works on loan, “Secondhand” includes grease-marked minor-league baseball pictures (showing crop-marks, pre-Photoshop) and lowbrow postcards, exquisitely embroidered by hand. Perhaps most moving of all are the deeply subtle interventions by Melissa Catanese, who has arranged a series of found snapshots into a free-associative timeline along one wall. In contrast to these quieter creations of narrative order out of chaos, the wild abundance of the more dramatic work feels impersonal by comparison.

Monica Westin

“Painter’s Painters: Gifts from Alex Katz”

1280 Peachtree Street, NE
June 14, 2014–November 2, 2014

Spencer Sweeney, Untitled, 2011, oil on linen, 66 x 66”.

“Painter’s painter” is a term of praise for artists who forcefully push the medium to generate new expressive possibilities. This exhibition, assembled over the span of three years, thanks to a gift from the Alex Katz Foundation, gathers works by thirteen contemporary painters plus several by Katz himself. These include skillful imitations of surfaces and materials (Jan de Vliegher, Man with Gigantic Bee, 2012), reimaginings of pop-culture images (Joyce Pensato, Daisy, 2007), and private visions bordering on psychological puzzles (Wilhelm Sasnal, Untitled, 2012). Also noteworthy is one of Ronald Bladen’s rarely seen impastoed paintings, the gritty and chthonic Space Landscape, 1955.

Among the strongest works is Laura Owens’s Untitled, 2013, which illustrates the possibilities of a simple black-and-white palette. Two large-scale grids overlap like Photoshop layers, scribbled across with thick lines rendered perfectly three-dimensional by drop shadows. Her precise control of line and shading makes the occasional blob of raised paint look like material intrusions into a realm of digital brushstrokes. Charline von Heyl’s symbolically charged Idolores, 2011, is dominated by an enigmatic figure that wavers between a stone totem and a blinded skull topped with a black spiky crown. The figure seems trapped between the woven grating that covers it and the background of pale bars, but at times it reverses itself, becoming part of a larger underpainted pattern that is only partially revealed. Spencer Sweeney’s Untitled, 2011, draws on Grace Jones’s iconic Island Life cover, portraying her as the ghostly shadow of a painter’s model, a barely outlined form seemingly dissolving under the lascivious red-eared artist’s gaze. The work’s multiple lines of sight depict the painted subject as not quite a person, but rather something between an object and an idea.

Daniel A. Weiskopf

“Teen Paranormal Romance”

535 Means Street NW
October 25–January 17

Kathryn Andrews, Friends and Lovers, 2010, chain-link fence, concrete bricks, wood, paint, dimensions variable.

The paranormal romance genre thrives on selling teenagers fantasies of transformation in which lonely outsiders only find their true selves and true loves by becoming something monstrous and strange. Saturated with a jittery mood of adolescent anxiety, this exhibition, curated by Hamza Walker, explores variations on these themes of mutability and self-creation.

The sculptural works on view have deep affection for marginal materials that range from thrift-store discards to near-trash. Guyton\Walker’s mattresses printed with colorful abstract digital images lean like soft monoliths, and Chris Bradley’s Grease Face, 2011, meticulously replicates a stained pizza box, in bronze, aluminum, and spray paint, overlaid with a circle and two dots that suggest an outlined cartoon head. Bradley’s work jokingly toys with teen anxiety over potentially blemished skin, and Jack Lavender’s sculptures similarly depict faces as unruly and ill-shaped conglomerations cobbled together from junk food remnants and other found objects. With adolescent visages and bodies being such unreliable things, the search for acceptance is sometimes anchored elsewhere, in social rituals such as taking the perfect hit from a beer bong—as depicted in Jill Frank’s Bong (Shawn), 2014—or in performances for others, like the face-to-face confrontation between two fenced-in walls displaying graffitied bear heads in Kathryn Andrews’s Friends and Lovers, 2010.

The dark heart of the exhibition is Ed Atkins’s giddy and bleak Even Pricks, 2013, an exemplary slice of Dada teen spirit packaged into a commercial montage narrated by a digitally rendered chimpanzee, featuring a wayward, intermittently erectile thumb with a habit of penetrating navels, ears, and eyes. Even in this uncanny, high-definition world, there is no escape from our chaotic, monstrous bodies.

Dan Weiskopf

Todd Hido

855 Commonwealth Avenue
September 5, 2014–October 19, 2014

View of “Excerpts from Silver Meadow,” 2014.

Todd Hido’s current exhibition, “Excerpts from Silver Meadow,” pursues a disjointed narrative about midwestern suburbia in the 1960s and ’70s. From the puzzle pieces—nearly one hundred photographs, pulp novels, and ephemera—we discover an anxiously normal boy with a dark side. The uneven sizing and hanging of the images augment this collage effect, with the works by turns manifesting fear, banality, and lust. Many of the blurred landscapes taken from inside a car bleakly outline a particular upbringing—Hido’s own. In fact, the show as a whole productively commingles the tale of a fictionalized character and a re-creation of the artist’s upbringing in Kent, Ohio.

In one grouping, a reproduction of a torn and taped photo of a woman with her dress yanked up is positioned between a photo of a handwritten notecard showing the measurements of a young man’s body, and a black-and-white photo of two boys playing in front of a suburban house. In another cluster, the viewer finds a decomposing, yellowing home; a fallen red tricycle (in a tribute to Eggleston); a lushly wallpapered interior desolate of objects aside from an off-the-hook telephone; and a final, fading memory from a fragment of a party banner: COME HOME.

Hido also has a propensity for voyeuristic night imagery. In #7373, 2009, tire treads in light snow lead up to a darkened home in which only a room on the second floor is illuminated. This image also appears on the cover of a Vintage reissue edition of Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love: Stories (1989), which is displayed in a vitrine alongside novels such as Sin Drenched and Driven Desire. Throughout, the small-town vernacular of Hido’s American landscapes becomes charged with a compelling friction.

Cole Tracy

Jasper Johns

465 Huntington Avenue
July 8–January 4

Jasper Johns, Pinion, 1963–66, color lithograph printed from two stones, shaped aluminum photographic plate, 40 1/4 x 28".

Jasper Johns: Picture Puzzles” presents a focused look at the artist’s output from between 1960 and 2010, pointing to a sense of inwardness not generally associated with his practice. It is immediately clear that something more complex is occurring in this group of prints. Johns harkens back to the ethos of “A Name for All,” a poem by his frequent inspiration Hart Crane: “Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page / and still wing on untarnished of the name / we pinion to your bodies to assuage / our envy of your freedom.” The lithograph Pinion, 1963–66, exhibits a similar urge to come up for air, to find a means of self-expression. Impressions of Johns’s body are submerged under the flotsam and jetsam of color—a simultaneous aesthetic and physical drowning. The same exploration of something underneath both the medium and the body occurs in Johns’s prints of layered crosshatches or overlapping numbers. Johns invests in his work’s capacity for unveiling and erasure, an operation akin to our own daily self-fashioning of gender and sexuality.

Like Glenn Ligon, who uses text to emphasize the erasure of bodies and legacies, Johns stacks digits on top of each other and makes allusions to a queer voice taken far too soon—all in an effort to illustrate the multiplicity of meanings that can be derived from work that could be described unitarily as quintessential Pop imagery. It could be, in fact, that the “puzzle” has nothing to do with images or numbers or disembodied limbs. Rather, this exhibition considers the puzzle of identity, a constantly shifting process of legibility and illegibility, mutability and fixity.

William J. Simmons

Nairy Baghramian

111 South Michigan Avenue
May 14, 2014–October 5, 2014

Nairy Baghramian, French Curve, 2014, cast aluminium, epoxy resin, styrofoam, concrete, paint. 55’ x 18’ x 1’ 10”.

Nothing plain is simple. This apparent paradox encapsulates some of the mercurial magic found in Nairy Baghramian’s first foray into the Midwestern United States. Curated by Susanne Ghez, the exhibition demonstrates Baghramian’s particular deftness with sculptural form and savvy in an engaging exhibition context.

Take the large low-lying sculpture French Curve (all works 2014), which occupies the Art Institute’s terrace. Opting not to battle with the Chicago skyline, the artist created a work that, from the initial approach, conjures up associations of a scooped-out corporality—linking the human body’s internal grossness to industrial manufacture. Viewed from another vantage point, it evokes a line of concrete barriers with a nod to Minimalist sculpture. If the piece is modest in it’s verticality, it remains elegant and spare. French Curve is made all the more striking for it’s odd use of color, a blanched yellow, which is dull and flaccid. This might be misconstrued as a shortcoming. Yet it is precisely this quality that causes the work to linger.

In a slightly jangling (and rather immediate) shift in context to the museum’s upscale restaurant is a series of seven sculptures titled Slip of the Tongue, which press up against their vitrines and appear as waxy, bandaged, and bruised limbs—not phantoms, but haunting. The odd is in the particular and the banal is often equated with generality; the two together in this exhibition are, for a lack of a better term, beautiful.

Zachary Cahill

“Phantoms in the Dirt”

600 South Michigan Avenue
July 24, 2014–October 5, 2014

Richard Mosse, Beaucoups of Blues, North Kivu, Eastern Congo, November 2012, C-print, 72 x 90".

Photography is dead, or so “Phantoms in the Dirt” might suggest. After nearly two centuries, photography finds itself in a predicament similar to what it inflicted on painting—questioning its significance in light of changing technology and the escalating reproduction of images that are redefining the ontology of a picture. Photographic practices are foregrounding materiality more than ever in order to stand out from the wash of virtuality surrounding them.

Curated by Karsten Lund, this exhibition features artists whose work remedies this digital overdose. Bark, bronze, rust, and dirt are just some of the photographed and physical materials present here, creating an atmosphere of decay throughout the exhibition. A sculpture by Shane Ward, Barrel, 2014, includes a rusted oil container with a glossy spill of cast-aluminum, which speaks to the similarity between sculptural casting and photographic reproducibility as well as evokes war for natural resources. Upstairs, the viewer encounters two enigmatic C-prints by Shannon Ebner, Untitled, Blank No. 1 and Untitled, Blank No.2, both 2008, of a figure erasing himself from a landscape by holding a white board in front of himself. Harold Mendez’s compelling work Let the Shadows in to Play Their Part, 2012, is an ink-stained eucalyptus bark scrim that occupies an entire wall. In Beaucoups of Blues, North Kivu, Eastern Congo, November, 2012, Richard Mosse uses discontinued Cold War–era camouflage-detecting film to photograph Congolese landscapes haunted by war. Rendering the land an acidic pink inversion of a documentary photograph, this work, in concert with the others, testifies that through a rigorous examination of earthly substances and rerouting of traditional processes, photography may yet render the spirit visible.

Zachary Cahill

Magalie Guérin

1120 N. Ashland Avenue, 3rd Floor
September 5, 2014–October 11, 2014

Magalie Guérin, Untitled (Hat—Ears), 2013, oil on canvas, 16 x 20".

Back in 2006, wealthy magnate Steve Wynn accidentally elbowed Pablo Picasso’s Le Rêve, tearing a hole through the painting. The rambunctious manner in which Magalie Guérin sets abstract body parts swinging around the compositions of her modestly scaled paintings could recall such a gaff. In Untitled (Hat—Ham), 2012–14, for instance, engorged lavender and lemon appendages jab beyond the rectilinear framing devices the artist has deeply incised into the canvas’s surface.

Guérin parodies pictorial devices from painting’s history and employs clunky color schemes in choice moments as if engaging them in goofy games of dress up—a comedic affront to any supposed endgame for her cherished medium. A shape resembling a three-leaf clover is debossed in the middle of some of the eight paintings on view. This consistent repetition amid a chatter of loudly contrasting formal modeling shows a keenly attentive methodology, which sets the tempo for her wilder explorations. In sweetly puzzling works, she inches her abstractions as close as she can toward recognizable imagery, as with the carnivalesque bicorne in Untitled (Hat—House), 2013–14. From canvas to canvas, she tests the assumptions that divide authenticity and appropriation. Moreover, she squeezes her wonky shapes into a playful zone between the looming presence of her abstract-painter forebears on one side and depictions of the material world on the other. Even the comically exaggerated facial features in Untitled (Hat—Ears), 2013, would seem to propose that contemporary painting is a shared costume closet chock-full of positions, profound impersonations, and sly subterfuge that may be layered in endless variations.

Matt Morris

Amy Vogel

425 Fawell Blvd.
September 4, 2014–October 25, 2014

View of "Amy Vogel: Paraperspective,” 2014.

One of the more tired arguments regarding nature is that it is simply our own construction. It’s not. It is a collaboration. “Paraperspective,” a fifteen-year survey of Amy Vogel’s work, which is curated by artist Joseph Grigely, lends credence to this conviction. The exhibition traffics in the interplay between kitsch, art, the paraphernalia of display, and representations of nature. All the work retains an air of potentiality about it—with some pieces still partially wrapped in packing material, while others sit respectfully beneath vitrines (a hallmark of Grigely’s own practice).

Just outside the glass wall of the gallery, Painted Rock (all works 2014), an installation resembling a pigment-spattered Japanese rock garden, extends and confuses tropes of landscape painting by refashioning the medium with artificial objects. This jumble of associations feels at once familiar and strange, and it extends into other moments in the exhibition that compete for the viewer’s attention in a manner that is more gleeful than desperate. For example, Horizontal Storage Rack, a collaborative piece by Grigely and Vogel, is a table-like structure cluttered with a range of objects: nickel-plated animal traps, a mauve swan, and a cast of a tire planter, all arranged in various states of assembly, questioning conventions of contemporary art display. These works are all indicative of what feels—in the end—like a natural collaboration between Vogel and Grigely, one that walks a fine line of being delicately off-balance, making the distinction between kitsch and contemporary art moot.

Zachary Cahill

“Experiments in Environment: The Halprin Workshops, 1966–1971”

4 W. Burton Pl., Madlener House
September 19, 2014–December 13, 2014

Anna Halprin and Lawrence Halprin, Movement Session—Walk in the Woods, 1966. Part of “Experiments in Environment Workshop,” July 11, 1966. Photo courtesy Lawrence Halprin Collection, The Architectural Archives, University of Pennsylvania.

Spend a day in silence. Descend a hill blindfolded. Build a village out of driftwood. Such were the sense-expanding (if common-sense confounding) activities that the dauntless young dancers and designers who attended Anna and Lawrence Halprin’s late-1960s cross-disciplinary workshops in the San Francisco Bay area could expect—if one could ever really have known what to expect from a curriculum “scored” for maximum kinesthetic effect by the pioneering choreographer and her landscape architect husband. The Halprins were standouts in their respective fields, and this exhibition highlights the vital but overlooked collaborative inquiries into movement awareness, participatory techniques, and process-oriented pedagogy that emerged from their recognition of the environment as a common medium: both a support for works of art and a portal to untrammeled perceptual territories.

Organized with the Architectural Archives of the University of Pennsylvania, the delightfully mounted presentation brings together materials—scores, schedules, letters, applications, notebooks, photographs, posters, rosters, announcements, films—related to three such workshops with detailed architectural documentation of two of the spring-summer workshops’ primary sites: the Halprins’ cliffside Sea Ranch cabin and wooded Mount Tamalpais residence, home to their famed tree-trunk punctured “dance deck.” Seen against today’s carbon credit–counting ecological consciousness, these open-ended forays alert us as much to the gauntness of our compulsory environmental “awareness” as to the Halprins’ immeasurable and estimable faith in art’s capacity to imagine other, more collective and creative worlds through tactile explorations of everyday life. Take a final lesson from City Map Score, 1968: “Imagine yourself in a place of fantasies and act accordingly.”

David Huber

“A Proximity of Consciousness”

Sullivan Galleries and Betty Rymer, 33 S. State Street, 7th floor
September 20, 2014–December 20, 2014

Iñigo Manglano-Ovalle, Seven Thousand Cords (After Beuys), 2014, steel, wood, dimensions variable.

Richly sensorial, “A Proximity of Consciousness,” curated by Mary Jane Jacob and Kate Zeller, explores glancing moments of intersection between social practice and the natural elements. How social practice ought to be exhibited has been a bone of contention among supporters and critics alike, due in large measure to the fact that what is essential to the genre, what is lived and experienced, has not always been easily translatable into the syntax of gallery displays. If the curatorial rhetoric around this show resists defining social practice, one is nevertheless left considering alternate notions of its artistic usage.

For Seven Thousand Cords (After Beuys) (all works 2014), Iñigo Manglano-Ovalle carries out the intimate activity of splitting wood with invited guests. Culminating in stacked firewood piles possessed of a high-modernist veneer, the work lends the exhibition a redolent air of autumnal potential. To dizzying and poignant effect, Michael Rakowitz’s Every Weapon is a Tool if You Hold it Right shares the history (and served up a meal) of masgouf: the national dish of Iraq, made of Asian carp, a fish that is considered an invasive species in the US. In Rakowitz’s work, the masgouf becomes heart-wrenching synecdoche for the ongoing conflicts in Iraq. Laurie Jo Reynolds’s self-termed “legislative art” tackles the (in)human aspects of the carceral. Her replica of a living room represents one site of her collaboration with the Tamms Year Ten coalition—activists who managed to shut down the supermax prison in Illinois in 2013. In some instances, it is better when art answers more questions than it raises.

Zachary Cahill

Sabina Ott

Chicago Cultural Center, 78 E. Washington St., Chicago Rooms, 2nd Floor
August 30–January 4

View of “Sabina Ott: here and there pink melon joy,” 2014–15.

I had an epiphany about Sabina Ott’s sculptures while riding a rollercoaster. Sliding through the Swiss Alps on Disneyland’s Matterhorn, beneath the Southern California sun, I saw it: pastel lights glowing on faux snow. Ott’s similarly garish, mystical mist of neon spray enamel on carved polystyrene and spray foam is an environment-design technique she may have smuggled from Los Angeles’s happiness industry during her tenure there in the 1990s. “Here and there pink melon joy” is her sensational debut large-scale solo exhibition in Chicago.

Ott’s vision of candy-hued icicles as hanging lamps is a welcome reverie in a city with so much dirty snow. The sculptures on view are embedded with round mirrors, dead clocks, exposed light bulbs, plastic and real houseplants, drums, and drum music composed by artist Joe Jeffers, whose rhythm echoes the ticktock beats of the bucket drummers on the adjacent Michigan Avenue. Like a funhouse, “here and there pink melon joy” takes visitors on a momentary journey; in three galleries Ott leads us through her versions of hell, purgatory, and paradise in a nod to Dante’s Divine Comedy. The show culminates with the video installation to perceive the invisible in you, 2012, a swirling tangle of ecstatic love poems by Rumi, William Blake, and Gertrude Stein among others projected on four walls.

Ott succeeds in building her own sort of Fantasyland. It’s a place where, like a Disney movie, objects might come alive to play with and protect you. But this dream is no escape from reality; Ott builds the type of world she wants us to live in.

Jason Foumberg

Lucy McKenzie

111 South Michigan Avenue
October 23–January 18

View of “focus: Lucy McKenzie,” 2014–15.

By connecting selections from culture with instances from earlier years in her own creative practice, Lucy McKenzie scrutinizes both the apparatus of history and conceptions of selfhood. A shop window from Fritz Lang’s M, the 1972 Olympics, and Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange are among McKenzie’s source materials in this exhibition, and—as a hallmark of appropriation’s effects—she destabilizes these references through their duplication and recontextualization. But the mystery set forth is why these touchstones have been evoked, a query that McKenzie anticipates pointing back to herself, the author whose appearances are mischievously elusive. Leotards displayed on mannequins correspond to those worn by McKenzie and friends in photographic documentation from art school projects on view here. In one corner of a gallery, several previous paintings are stored in a rack rather than hung, including Mates, 2004, one of several large canvases throughout the exhibition painted to imitate lustrous, veined marble—a repeated sign of the show’s coy subterfuge. In the marble trompe l’oeil Quodlibet XXXII, 2014, McKenzie has reproduced pages torn from Riot Grrrl zines she made as a teen in the early 1990s in studied oil-painting renditions. Mediums have been mismatched in these re-creations of previous bodies of work, and in switching modes of production, McKenzie levels out any unselfconscious personal expression that may have been legible.

Finally, The Girl Who Followed Marple, 2014, a video installation produced in collaboration with Richard Kern (for whom McKenzie modeled when she was young), introduces a faux Marple into the mix—among the faux-marble paintings in the show—with the artist herself disguised as Agatha Christie’s beloved sleuth, who leaves her audience in search of effective strategies for constructing meaning that need not rely on spent art-historical value systems.

Matt Morris

“Division of Labor”

1104 S Wabash Avenue
November 20–February 14

Claire Ashley, Sleepovers and Playdates (detail), 2014, spray paint on PVC coated canvas tarpaulin and fan, dimensions variable.

Despite America’s espoused celebration of family values, the boundary between professional and family life is generally strict, especially within artistic occupations for which “motherhood in particular is often seen as the endpoint of a serious career.” So begins the curatorial premise stated in the catalogue of Glass Curtain Gallery's current exhibition, “Division of Labor,” curated by Thea Liberty Nichols and Christa Donner.

The mess of parenting appears unapologetically, as does the energy of play, as well as practicality; Claire Ashley’s soft sculpture and neon-light installation, Sleepovers and Playdates, 2014, consumes the front window display with such exuberance that a few tendrils of the inflated fabric creep over a partition into the main exhibition. Cándida Alvarez’s napkin paintings hang nearby, made and framed in homage to bygone years of child rearing when going to the studio to paint was impossible. Each work inadvertently reveals an intersection of accumulated choices that ultimately reflect parenthood’s deeply personal logic. Looped through a speaker overhead, the disembodied voices of Alberto Aguilar’s family sing together; despite evident improvisation and the absence of any coherent lyrics, their abstract musical accompaniment is harmonious, even if we cannot hear the original Enya song with which they’re singing along.

There are sentimental moments as well, such as Andrew Yang’s index of materials that weigh the same amount as his daughter at birth. Or the shoes of Lise Haller Baggesen’s family, left outside her tent-cum–reading room/womb installation, Mothernism, 2013. Grouped together, the sixteen artists on view acknowledge the complex influence relationships—particularly custodial ones—have on the creative process.

Caroline Picard

Harmony Hammond

2350 Arapahoe Street
August 2, 2014–September 28, 2014

Harmony Hammond, Muffle, 2009, oil and mixed media on canvas 98 1/8“ x 79 1/2”.

Harmony Hammond’s exhibition “Becoming/UnBecoming Monochrome” offers a sampling of the artist’s works, including fourteen large paintings from 2001–2014, fifteen smaller paintings from the mid 1970s, and Collection of Fragments, 1974–76, a display of baskets, shoes, and pottery. In some of the early paintings, such as the lozenge-shaped Ninja, 1976, Hammond created density, depth, and luminosity with oil paint and Dorland’s wax, working the viscous mass, perhaps with the butt end of the brush, into a honeycomb or spongelike pattern. Almost forty years later, the surface still seems wet and alive, as if the artist could dig in again to reshape it. For the near-monochrome Muffle, 2009, Hammond stretched mat covers from the dojo where she practiced and taught the Japanese martial art aikido for decades. Grommet-studded straps hold down the covers under thick layers of tactile black oil paint. The composition here, like the work’s title, suggests violence and restraint.

In her book Lesbian Art in America, Hammond writes that she has “always tried to work on the edge between abstract form and political content.” Being an artist and practicing aikido are inherently feminist pursuits for Hammond. Politics are manifest in the works’ controlled vehemence, the focused gestures of layering and wrapping that join art and craft, painting and self-defense. In a manifesto printed in this exhibition’s catalogue, she insists that her paintings “occupy some sort of fugitive or queer space,” even in their “refusal to ‘look’ queer.” Hammond doesn’t say what should be seen. She leaves us looking as she moves on, giving new forms to the embodied political tensions that have always motivated her work.

Patrick Greaney

Guerrilla Girls

1073 N Benson Rd, Quick Center for the Arts
September 4, 2014–November 14, 2014

Guerrilla Girls, Do Women Have to be Naked to Get Into the Met. Museum?, 1989-2012, digital print on fabric, 8 x 18’.

An unfortunate issue facing feminist artists and collectives that began their practices in the 1970s and ’80s is that the historical specificity of their political interventions has been lost in a haze of totalizing readings by scholars and critics. The Guerrilla Girls, for instance, have often been simply categorized as social commentators rather than as artists examining the intersection of aesthetics, gender, and history. Now in their thirtieth year, the group continues to fight in a characteristically biting fashion for their well-deserved place in the canon while other figureheads of institutional critique enjoy more visible support.

Featuring a tightly curated selection of posters, large billboards reprinted at their original scale, and picket signs from the collective’s international activities—which range from lectures to workshops to protests—this retrospective offers much more than mere documentation of a formerly radical movement. The iconic Do Women Have to be Naked to Get Into the Met. Museum, 1989–2012, reflects a host of art-world conundrums that persist to this day, including social prejudice affecting art-historical pedagogy. Ingres’s infamous Grande Odalisque is pictured front and center—yet, now donning a gorilla mask, she is no longer in service to a patriarchal imagination but rather asserts her autonomy and frustrates a male-dominated, imperialist lineage of artistic value. Such appropriative tactics evoke the lingering, tangled layers of representational modes that support prevailing power narratives. The works gathered here make a forceful case for the continued relevance of the Guerrilla Girls because of their construction of a multivalent critique that strikes ferociously at pervasive sexism.

William J. Simmons

Ana Maria Tavares

1506 West Alabama
October 30, 2014–December 20, 2014

Ana Maria Tavares, A Tropical Symphony for Loos II, 2014, montage and digital print mounted on Dibond, 31.5 x 31.5”.

One doesn’t walk through Ana Maria Tavares’s new solo exhibition so much as one wades through it. Twenty-seven metal and Plexiglas plinths are placed about the gallery, each containing gold, green, purple, or sometimes black woven sculptures that riff on the form of a Victoria Regia water lily. The story of this gargantuan plant is a synecdoche of a colonial encounter—plucked from Brazil’s Amazon river basin, it inspired both the US and Britain toward a rival pursuit of its cultivation in a nineteenth-century gardening equivalent of the space race. The Victoria Regia spawned ardent admirers across art and architecture, and Tavares’s work handily suggests a connection between the plant and the sleek utopic constructions of Adolf Loos or Oscar Niemeyer in digital collages such as A Tropical Symphony for Loos II, 2014, which superimposes ornament-allergic modernist architecture with the Amazonian landscape.

Such intersecting histories are crucial to the artist’s research-based practice, which often recalls the Brazilian architecture she encountered growing up. Tavares describes her process as a rotation, wherein fiction and reality trade places as if revolving around a central axis of representation. But perhaps the more relevant spatial metaphor is tumbling, describing movement around multiple axes. In considering Tavares’s installation it is not difficult to build an intersectional reading of gender, race, and power. For instance, the small woven lilies housed in Plexi boxes were made in collaboration with seven artisans from Brazil’s Ceará region, with each woman credited by name. A few of the black lilies rest on black Plexi, as in Victorias Regias for Purus and Negros Rivers IV (Euryale Amazonica), 2014, referencing Brazil’s Rio Negro river and demarcating an ecology both natural and political.

Andy Campbell

Teresa Hubbard and Alexander Birchler

108 East San Antonio Street
February 28, 2014–October 26, 2014

Teresa Hubbard and Alexander Birchler, Giant, 2014, high definition video, sound, 30 minutes.

In Giant, 2014, the highlight of this show and an apt introduction to this duo’s recurring interests, two distinct settings and cinematic modes intertwine into one sublime vista. The first, a period piece of Merchant Ivory detail, watches a Warner Bros. secretary circa 1955 as she types out a location contract for the eponymous 1956 film. The second follows Teresa Hubbard and Alexander Birchler and their crew as they fastidiously record the sounds and sights around the now-skeletal remains of the film’s Reata mansion in a field outside Marfa, Texas. The technology of the first, the typewriter, contrasts with the silence of the second’s boom mics and camera dollies as they turn wind gusts, creaking wood, and perching birds into cinematic moments. Through such novelties, the two views juxtapose the empiricist techniques of documentary to those of the big-budget narrative drama, until the conventions associated with either begin to invert, just as aptly describing one as its other.

“Sound Speed Marker” continues the inquiry that Giant refines in two earlier documentary explorations that likewise explore the ways film’s past-tense fictions permeate real geographies in the present. Grand Paris Texas, 2009, combines video of the decrepit Grand Theater, a long-abandoned movie palace in Paris, Texas, with interviews of locals about their relationship with Paris, Texas, 1984, a big-budget feature that used the town’s name but filmed largely in distant Fort Stockton and Marathon, Texas. Movie Mountain, Méliès, 2011, highlights various narratives that surround a mountain in the Chihuahuan desert, including a screenwriting cowboy, the descendants of silent film actors, and a possible link to historic filmmaker George Méliès. Well cited at Ballroom, Marfa, just down the road from Donald Judd’s utopia, all three films encourage the viewer to consider the specificity of any locality, even when just passing through.

Grant Johnson

Beatriz Milhazes

1103 Biscayne Blvd.
September 19–January 11

View of “Beatriz Milhazes: Jardim botânico” (Botanical Garden), 2014–15.

Curated by Tobias Ostrander, “Jardim botânico” (Botanical Garden) is Beatriz Milhazes’s first major North American survey. It includes more than forty large-scale paintings from over the past twenty years that picture the Brazilian artist’s signature luscious compositions of flora and fauna. Milhazes’s unique transfer technique, wherein acrylic is applied to plastic sheets before they are glued to then peeled off the canvas, is most readily apparent in the show’s earliest work, Sem título (untitled), 1993. A lone, ornate frond, made up of intersecting shapes in yellow, aqua, and pink, abstracts nature’s anatomy, the tropical contour unfurling in an otherwise empty canvas. Though predominantly monochromatic, the work’s white ground is punctuated by specks of aqua peeking through, recalling the flaking walls of an old, repainted building, here a result of the layered, acrylic transfer.

Milhazes’s subsequent works increasingly incorporate the grid of city streets, inverting the upright ground to a horizontal expanse, as in Beijo (Kiss), 1995. Large blocks of gray, black, white, turquoise, and gold leaf support the circular, blossoming buds in the center of this painting, and a similar effect is achieved in the more organically populated Beleza pura (Pure Beauty), 2006. In Praga (Prague), 2003, the line gains greater primacy as the organizing structure within the painting, like spears that prop up its fluid and ovoid forms, while in Lampião (Lamp), 2013–14, alternating lines optically build the coils from within. In Milhazes’s transferred environments, geometry stands in for the associative effects of multidirectional globalization.

Frank Expósito

Egan Frantz

122 Northeast 11th Street
November 22–January 17

View of “Egan Frantz: Monday and Friday, Tuesday and Friday, Wednesday and Friday, Thursday and Friday, Friday and Friday,” 2014–15.

Even ghosts require a medium in order to take form. This seems to be in part the operative logic of Egan Frantz’s current exhibition. At once liminal and concrete, seven sculptural pieces are installed decisively across the four walls of the gallery. Stark and design influenced in look, these sculptures call to mind enormous razor blades from a distance. Evenly spaced, judicious in presentation, they are intriguing in their deceptive simplicity. At first glance, one gets the impression of looking at monochrome paintings connoting a brooding Gerhard Richter in their grayness. Upon closer inspection, the weight of the installed presences becomes unavoidable, as the monochromes reveal themselves to be suspended slabs of heavy, dark marble.

Hung against the backdrop of prefabricated, idiosyncratic, quilted elevator liners, references to floating apparitions abound. Using strategies of seriality and banality, traces of personal dry-cleaning receipts are etched into the lower right-hand corner of each hard stone. Their inclusion is humorous in one sense but also suggestive of the revealing ephemera that haunt the monotony of quotidian life. Atop these receipts is the hidden pièce de résistance—Frantz’s logos—an image of a low ghost. This spectral icon consolidates the poetic eloquence of this exhibition. It exemplifies the richness of metaphysical puns oscillating between Lowghost #22, Lowghost #24, and Lowghost #26 (all works 2014). With their repetition, like the ghosts they conjure, combined conceptual and material concerns evocatively fade in and out of being.

Heather Diack

Adler Guerrier

1103 Biscayne Blvd.
August 7–January 25

View of “Adler Guerrier: Formulating a Plot,” 2014.

In 1968, Amiri Baraka’s harsh sentencing for purportedly inciting civil unrest in Newark, New Jersey, was symptomatic of the racial discrimination that led to the riots. He was guilty of “formulating a plot”—the judge’s words that inspired the subtitle of Haitian-born Adler Guerrier’s first solo museum exhibition. While themes of racial iniquity loom large in his exhibition, truth and fiction are blurred, preventing the work from becoming didactic.

For instance, the mixed-media installation Untitled (BLCK-We Wear the Mask), 2007–2008, is a collection of artifacts from a fictional artist collective BLCK based in Liberty City, a predominantly African American neighborhood of Miami, that Guerrier imagined to be in solidarity with other radical Black movements across the country in the 1960s. The assemblage includes monochromatic photographs, black text on black protest signs, and prints with half-obscured urban scenes.

“Untitled (Overtown North),” 2006, is a photographic series of nondescript locations, largely of empty lots and streets at night that are lit by the eerie effulgence of lampposts. The title is instructive: It points to the Miami neighborhood Overtown, as well as to Wynwood, directly north. The work simultaneously evokes in mood the recent past of Wynwood—an abandoned warehouse turned gentrified arts district—as much as the recent present of Overtown—a center of urban decay that was once a bustling economic center for African Americans. As in much of Guerrier’s work, politics and poetics are held in tension—in this exhibition, by nimbly blurring past and present, here and there.

Alpesh Kantilal Patel

Mitchell Syrop

527 2nd Ave SE
September 20, 2014–October 25, 2014

Mitchell Syrop, Large Grid, F (Midway Version), 1974–, laser print on board, monofilament, lead anchors, aluminum, 143” x 323” x 1”.

Juxtapositions are at the heart of Mitchell Syrop’s practice, and this exhibition accordingly presents two distinct yet interrelated bodies of work that could serve as a compact introduction to this veteran Conceptual artist. Two floor-to-ceiling installations of vintage high school yearbook photos—each photo enlarged to eight by ten inches—face off in one gallery.Large Grid, M (Midway Version) and Large Grid, F (Midway Version), both 1974–, are the most recent manifestations of an ongoing project, previously shown in several iterations, wherein both the photos and their configurations change but the artist’s systematic sorting remains the same. The portraits of young men and women are arranged by formal characteristics, hair color being the most obvious. With this, Syrop calls attention to the standardized manner in which individuality is often expressed.

The other gallery features several of the artist’s multimedia works from the mid-seventies to the mid-eighties. Poster-size gelatin silver prints explore how advertising graphics create meaning and wield power, as in Lift and Separate, 1984, where the titular phrase appears in nine different black and white panels variously depicting a space shuttle launch, a canopied bed, or Millet’s The Gleaners. The 16-mm film transferred to video in Watch It. Think It., 1976, is a rapid-fire re-edit of a television ad featuring a smiling woman. Accelerated and drained of specific product references, the film shifts commercial tactics for commanding attention from a means to an end. Overall, these works underline that the Pictures generation’s investigation of image appropriation is as relevant as ever, rather than a relic of the past, given the evolution of mass media into fragmented social media—the content of which rarely varies from a formula as set as the lighting and presentations of identity in yearbooks.

Jay Gabler

Alexa Horochowski

514 2nd Street SE
September 6, 2014–November 9, 2014

Alexa Horochowski, Kelp (Specimen Scan), 2014, ink-jet on substrate, 38 x 48".

In a photograph at the Soap Factory’s current exhibition, two collapsible chairs on a concrete rooftop terrace face the sunset. Welcome to Casa Poli. Straight out of modernist fantasy, the white-cube cultural center sits above the surf-pounded cliffs of the Chilean coast, where Alexa Horochowski spent two artist residencies. The resulting body of work presented in this show, titled “Club Disminución” (Club of Diminishing Returns), consists of sculptures, found objects, digital scans, and videos. But only the photograph, in which customized white letters spell CLUB Disminución on the chairs’ backrests, explicitly references the philosophical fiction at the heart of Horochowski’s strange and mesmerizing world.

Inspired by writer and fellow Argentinian Gabrielo Saez’s darkly humorous invitation to the United States to join the club of formerly great nations, Horochowski coined a name for that fictional club, a union designed to do far more than embrace the withering paradigm of incessant economic growth. Horochowski conjures a melancholic, pre-postapocalyptic future-perfect beyond the human.

Conveying this dark sensibility are metal casts of bark alongside sculptures made from dried and rehydrated Antarctic kelp, its thick black coils teased into elegant freestanding sculptures, or woven through the rusty skeleton of a cube. Something—call it the modernist faith in progress, the Minimalist investment in masterpiece—is disintegrating here. Horochowski suggests a posthuman future, where assorted beach debris attests to the former glory of human civilization. In enlarged black-and-white digital scans of barnacles, minerals, and wasp nests, a quasi-organic architecture takes shape, poised to outlast us all. A Gothic sensibility reverberates throughout: evocative, sinister, and auguring the fall of the Anthropocene.

Christina Schmid

Joy Feasley and Paul Swenbeck

1214 & 1222 Arch Street, Free and Open 7 Days a Week
October 2–January 4

View of “Joy Feasley and Paul Swenbeck: A Hatchet to Kill Old Ugly,” 2014.

“A Hatchet to Kill Old Ugly” is a three-part exhibition in the Fabric Workshop and Museum’s storefront project space that comprises a Shaker-inspired domestic interior, a dim crawl space, and a back-room atelier swarming with colored light. It is the fifth and most collaborative dual show for Joy Feasley and Paul Swenbeck (a married couple), both professional museum preparators. They each present new works—Feasley’s are acid-hued landscape and still-life paintings; Swenbeck’s are jagged-edged, plant-inspired ceramics—in environments they built, which contain constellations of objects with distinct ontologies, such as historical artifacts, handmade replicas, and magician’s materials. With an auto-curatorial approach reminiscent of shows like “Rosemarie Trockel: A Cosmos” (2012–13), this is an essayistic exhibition-as-interpretive-text on the artists’ work.

In the austere domestic interior, replicas of a Shaker willow-branch broom and taupe felt cloak hang on wooden pegs alongside Feasley’s painting of a butterfly in a four-leaf-clover field. Crawling through a faux brick hearth, one enters a low, dark, mirrored closet in which a mechanized mobile—made up of turned wood, tiny bells, and twisted metal—clangs eerily. Seen from here through the storefront window, the outside world seems freakishly ordinary. The third room, in contrast, reveals the exhibition’s seams. The sink and the closet’s raw plywood exterior jostle with magical objects including primary-colored dowsing apparatuses. Taken as a whole, the show celebrates the illusionistic craft of exhibition making, while placing the artists’ individual works in conversation with their referents.

Becky Huff Hunter

Terry Atkinson

800 SE 10th Ave.
November 8, 2014–December 21, 2014

Terry Atkinson, Slat Greaser Trough 2, 1990–2014, wood, grease, 84 x 120 x 7”.

It’s hard to believe this is British artist Terry Atkinson’s first comprehensive solo exhibition in America, but considering his stubborn opposition to market-driven notions of mastery and his investment in leftist politics, maybe it’s not such a surprise after all. This important show consists of the artist’s graphite drawings and multimedia paintings exploring WWI history, as well as a group of related sculptures incorporating grease.

Like many of Atkinson’s sculptures incorporating the material, Slat Greaser Trough 2, 1990–2014, was conceived decades ago, but was reconstructed by the venue for this exhibition. Mounted on the wall, the piece is a large construction composed of two angled fir panels diagonally crossed by a narrow trough filled with dark, industrial grease. The trough faces outward, haltingly discharging the viscous goo across the work’s surface and onto the floor. In dialogue with self-reproducing art from the postwar period such as Jean Tinguely’s “Métamatic” drawing machines, Atkinson’s grease works are organic systems that both generate and degrade themselves in real time.

Atkinson describes grease as a “disaffirming material” that “catches incidents that fall between levels of representation.” His interest in subversive and liminal meaning also speaks to historical collusions between art, capitalism, and military power. He has studied these relationships extensively—including the CIA’s promotion of American abstraction during the Cold War period and MoMA’s historical ties to the US government—in his own work and as a part of the groundbreaking Art & Language group he cofounded in 1966. Through his incisive writings, sumptuously disturbing sculptures, and eerie, realistic drawings, Atkinson tackles conflict and exploitation while acknowledging that memory is a changeable, sticky phenomenon.

Stephanie Snyder

Michael Knutson and Carol Benson

420 NW 9th Ave
September 30, 2014–November 1, 2014

Carol Benson, Topkapi Blue, 2014, oil on canvas, 64 x 46 x 10”.

Portland-based artists Michael Knutson and Carol Benson, both highly accomplished artists working in an abstract vein, happen to be married. Though each artist’s work is quite distinct, this two-person exhibition of recent paintings and wall reliefs highlights their complementary commitments to pattern, meticulous hand process, and eccentric optical phenomena. A former student of Al Held at Yale, Knutson has spent the last thirty years exploring forms of art-historical and vernacular patterning in oil paintings and watercolors that depict elastic spaces composed of warped and spiraling latticed ovals in an astonishing visual complexity. In works such as Four-layered Rotational Symmetry I (all works 2014), Knutson begins with pencil drawings, which are then scanned and digitally rotated to become the blueprint for a masterful color study. Like other works in the exhibition, this painting contrasts earthy hues with jewel-tone high notes reminiscent of South American abstract artists such as Antonio Llorens. As a systematic evolution of American Color Field abstraction, Knutson’s vivid works stretch and twist with a cosmic energy while maintaining a rigorous painterly formalism.

Working with cast-off canvas, wooden branches, oil paint, and other odd bits, Benson stitches and wires her works together into large, intertwined tangles that slump, slope, and protrude from the wall. Topkapi Blue is a tousled mass of thick tendrils painted in hues inspired by Istanbul’s Topkapi Palace. Benson’s brushstrokes, palpable across the work’s twisting surfaces, possess the raw presence and energy found in the wall sculptures of feminist artists Harmony Hammond and Mary Heilmann. The supreme surfaces of Knutson’s pieces are amplified by Benson’s tactile odysseys, with works by both artists equally interspersed throughout the gallery—by turn contrasting and energizing each other’s methodologies.

Stephanie Snyder

Mark Flood

3750 Washington Blvd.
September 5–January 3

View of “Mark Flood,” 2014.

Mark Flood’s first solo museum exhibition coheres around ideas of trickery—political, financial, and artistic—and performs its own trick by aligning the artist’s anticapitalist pose with his trompe l’oeil painting chops. This show also includes one sculpture, a readymade missile suspended from the ceiling and stenciled KILL PEOPLE. Surrounding this literal bombshell are thirteen paintings, one a triptych, that feature nihilistic slogans, crumbling corporate symbols, and impasto acrylics of decorative lace. A grid of spray-painted fluorescent cardboard squares reads CHOOSE DEATH, OCCUPY MURDER, COMMIT SUICIDE, and VOTE EVIL. Two, which Flood made for this exhibit, are tacked to the wall. The others, borrowed from private collections, are mounted and framed. This grouping posits the alleged purity of production against the taint of commerce, but this is a codependent standoff Flood enjoys. He wields his décor-based sleight of hand to condemn the 1 percent, with faux-cracked surfaces as metaphors for the corrupt duplicity of Google, J. P. Morgan, and the like. Meanwhile, he seduces this same wealth pool with his lace paintings, which he says are blunt capitulations to bankability.

Flood seems to consider the lace project as separate from his less “beautiful” work, but this show makes a connection. One recent piece—ostensibly just another churned-out painting, as the exhibition title suggests—reveals a punk sincerity within the professed cynicism. Stenciled from lace depicting George Washington’s boat on the Delaware, The Crossing, 2013, nods to Flood’s more aggressive pieces with its historic image of rebellion, while the luscious, silver and multicolored texture somehow lends gravitas to the Americana kitsch. Like all the lace paintings, this one wows with how-did-he-do-it formal moxie. So does a large acrylic canvas from 2013 emblazoned with the words (and the work’s title) FEEL NOTHING. Its biomorphic splash shapes seem to explode from within the painting to declare something else.

Anne Thompson

“Unsettled Landscapes”

1606 Paseo de Peralta
July 20–January 11

Patrick Nagatani, “Bida Hi” /Opposite Views, Northeast- Navajo Tract Homes and Uranium Tailings Southwest-Shiprock, New Mexico, 1990, chromogenic print, 27 x 35”.

This year, Site Santa Fe relaunched their biennial with a focus on contemporary art from the Americas. While this premise is far from radical, the new focus does allow for a deeper evaluation of place, using New Mexico as a starting context and branching north and south through the continents. Exploring themes of landscape, territory, and trade, this exhibition presents forty-five artists and collectives from fifteen countries.

While including established artists such as Allan Sekula and Andrea Bowers, it is perhaps the lesser known who stand out most. Patrick Nagatani presents three photographs from his 1990 series “Nuclear Enchantment,” which comments on the impact of nuclear energy and its industry on the landscape of New Mexico. These high-contrast collages incorporate artificial interventions into documentary photos, such as a vibrant red sky, to address aspects of this history not necessarily seen with the naked eye. Elsewhere, Gianfranco Foschino takes the viewer through the Guaitecas and Chonoas archipelagos off the coast of southern Chile in No Man’s Land, 2014, an uninterrupted video loop crossing remote landscapes once home to a nomadic people who became victims of genocide in the eighteenth century. Finally, Twenty-one Amazonian Maps, 2014, is a colorful, wall-mounted thread sculpture by Gilda Mantilla and Raimond Chaves. This piece combines real and intuitive cartography invented by the artists to map their experiences in Peru, Ecuador, Venezuela, and Colombia, as well as the three-country intersection along the Amazon River.

As with most biennials, there is a lot of work, and the space is never large enough. “Unsettled Landscapes” is no exception, however, it is worth traversing the galleries and the offsite projects for how this exhibition couples international and local artists to expand one’s understanding of the Americas through contemporary viewpoints.

Rachel Adams

Salvatore Scarpitta

Independence Avenue at Seventh Street, SW
July 17–January 11

View of “Salvatore Scarpitta: Traveler,” 2014.

Salvatore Scarpitta, ever fascinated by the drug of extreme risk, spent many of his eighty-eight years testing the outer limits of mortality as a speed racer. His obsession with the mechanics of speed, and the emotional intensity it inspires, links the varied selections within this survey, which include race cars, sleds, and sculptural paintings. Though small, the show is comprehensive, beginning with Scarpitta’s wrapped and overlapping canvases. Swathes of fabric are woven in crude layers, each stretched so tightly along its weft that it curls along its warp—or vice versa. The suppleness of the fabric structure contrasts with the hardened patina of resin that burnishes it as if congealing once-elastic skin into a fixed, immovable surface.

Scarpitta’s oeuvre combines the material grit of Arte Povera, the postmodern physicality of works by John Chamberlain and Eva Hesse, and Andy Warhol’s Pop allusions to commercial marketing. Elements of sensuality, implicit violence, and physical constriction are magnified in Scarpitta’s sleds, built from wooden skis and rusted metal pieces, which he wrapped with canvas strips, as though bandaging wounds or preserving relics. Alluding to his later-life return to a focus on classical formal sculpture, they stand in striking opposition to his race cars—shiny, quick-looking but only occasionally functional vehicles, presented here as a high-gloss midpoint of the exhibition and branded by colorful sponsor logos. Scarpitta famously founded a speed-racing league (and convinced Leo Castelli to sponsor it), and his race cars are among his more accessible pieces on view. Sleekly interlocking art with the sense-heightening eroticism of a nearness to death, Scarpitta’s automobiles—as well as his painting-sculpture hybrids—capture the daring adventure and inherently affirming beauty of our elemental impulses.

Anne Prentnieks

Steven and William Ladd

279 Montauk Highway
October 16–January 19

View of “Mary Queen of the Universe,” 2014.

Like chapters from a Nordic storybook, the works in the latest show by brothers Steven and William Ladd, “Mary Queen of the Universe,” layer narrative over tradition with folksy sincerity. Created via rigorous collaboration, the prints, topographical sculptures, books, and drawings here embody a meditative additive quality, repeating unique gestures and forms across invented landscapes that pay homage to the brothers’ shared memories. Abstractly functioning as allegory rather than illustration, the works are visually carved neatly into two- and three-dimensional compartments; grid-like drawings read like roughly hewn blueprints for their siblings in the round.

The Ladds acquired the soft materials to create their sculptural cubes from an old Brooklyn belt factory; each a feast for a magpie, the boxes pack in tightly coiled canvas straps in monochromatic palettes, which become gently undulating supports for shiny and metallic beads. At times the boxes mimic small terrariums, such as those in a series titled “Fire Ants,” in which colonies of tiny, wire spindle ants attack orange-glass flames. Ants, a formative image for the brothers, are overwhelmingly reproduced in nearly two thousand nine-by-eleven-inch panels that invade a full gallery.

Born just one year apart, the Ladds naturally developed their creative partnership after working individually as clothing and jewelry designers. Their process celebrates the collaborative legacy of folk art, crafts, and home arts such as sewing, as well as a tradition of brotherly alliances—e.g., the Starns, the Brothers Quay. An aesthetic of multiplicity beats steadily through the Ladds’ works; perhaps it is a quiet a testimony to the familial feedback loop that opens into tandem history.

Anne Prentnieks

Karen Kraven

745 Rue Ottawa
October 9, 2014–December 7, 2014

View of “Karen Kraven,” 2014.

The title of Karen Kraven’s first institutional solo exhibition, “Razzle Dazzle Sis Boom Bah,” signals the Montreal-based artist’s infectious enthusiasm for mimicry, subterfuge, and speculation across a new body of work comprising sculpture, photography, and ceramics. Like a modern-day incantation, the phrase begs to be spoken aloud, evoking the shimmering strands of cheerleaders’ pom-poms and the emphatic sounds of exploding fireworks. Such exuberance is everywhere on display here, including in a series where six elaborately decorated women’s hats made of delicate straw latticing are perched atop wooden dowels supported by salt licks—the centerpiece of this show. Resembling accessories worn at a racetrack, one is titled Lady’s Secret (all works 2014), while others have titles taken from racehorses’ names, such as Youcan’tcatchme and Rags to Riches, embellished with an unlikely combination of natural and dollar-store materials including dead flies, porcupine quills, dried grass, plastic earphones, and pantyhose. Betting tickets and humorously oversized ceramic versions of folded bills are strewn around the bases of the hatstands or hung from a badminton-net canopy above, completing the tableaux.

Nearby, five colored photographs offer a quieter meditation on the aesthetics of currency. For these, Kraven scanned the intricate background patterns printed onto Canadian paper money to prevent duplication and forgery, then she enlarged and overlaid each denomination’s designs to further abstract their formal qualities. These replications, among the other stand-ins of value throughout the show, point to an increasing distance between the surface appearance of things and their substance, a subtle commentary on the abstract concepts that underpin economic speculation’s arrestingly real effects.

Gabrielle Moser

Mark Lewis

188 St Helens Avenue
September 11, 2014–November 1, 2014

Mark Lewis, Above and Below the Minhocao, 2014, 5k transferred to 2k digital video, color, silent, 11 minutes 33 seconds.

Mark Lewis is a master of the long take. The London-based Canadian artist’s single-shot silent films and videos unfold over time in a symphony of perceptual flux and cinematic form. There is a painterly, even sculptural sensibility to his meticulous compositions. When Lewis’s camera slowly glides across densely layered sight lines of monumental landscapes or urban street views, the viewer is drawn past the static visual frame into a crescendo where meaning is ultimately, and unexpectedly, revealed.

Shot at the edge of the demilitarized zone between North and South Korea, Observation in Cheorwon County, 2014—one of three digital videos exhibited here—opens with a close-up of stones and concrete shards on a weather-beaten, corrugated-steel roof. The camera then pans over a tangled forest and abandoned military bunkers to a vista of frozen rice fields and finally rounds back to an aerial view of tourists on a platform gazing north across the border. These juxtapositions are a study in formal and historical contradictions, and the final image of a blue-and-white six-pointed-star helipad perhaps hints at Cold War–era standoffs still festering in other parts of the world. In Derek Jawgeer, 2013, the camera circles a roadway roundabout in suburban London then tracks through a pedestrian underpass to the title’s guitar-playing busker in an antidrama of hidden socioeconomic resistance amid mundane modern city life. These cinematic and political concerns also manifest in Above and Below the Minhocao, 2014, which hovers above and around pedestrian traffic on an overpass in São Paulo. Recurring textural contrasts abound—a patterned sidewalk, makeshift construction hoarding, the expressway’s linear cuts through city space. But it is the couples walking hand in hand, the cyclists, skateboarders, and other passersby whose increasingly long shadows in the waning hours of the day create the most telling and lasting sense of presence.

Bryne McLaughlin

“Dispatch: War Photographs in Print, 1854-2008”

33 Gould Street
September 17, 2014–December 7, 2014

View of “Dispatch: War Photographs in Print, 1854-2008,” 2014.

Though the means of documenting conflict have changed dramatically between the Crimean War and present battles in the Middle East, editorial challenges remain remarkably similar. Whether photographers have used collodion-plate photographs or high-res digital images, they consistently still struggle to capture violence, chaos, and tragedy in a manner that is both intelligent and affective. With this in mind, curator Thierry Gervais has expertly assembled “Dispatch: War Photographs in Print, 1854–2008,” an exhibition that studies the formal construction and conventions of war photography, tracing a trajectory of negotiations between aesthetic and reportorial demands.

“Dispatch” investigates the proximity of the viewer to the subject—comparing the distance to that between the photographer and the subject—as well as the discrepancies between the original print and the published reproduction. The exhibition considers the tropes that have evolved from Robert Capa’s famous photograph of the Allied forces’ D-Day landing on Omaha Beach—an unforgettable image that couples the aesthetics of instantaneity with the intensity of war. References to this shot crop up strikingly in a New York Times photograph by Francois Sully on August 26, 1963, depicting South Vietnamese soldiers running through wetland rice fields, in which the grain appears to be cresting waves. The inclusion of numerous compelling works ranging from Roger Fenton’s Omar Pacha, 1855, to Luc Delahaye’s image of a dead Taliban soldier further evidence the tremendous research and thought invested in this curatorial project. “Dispatch” reframes the alacrity of press photography and the paroxysms of conflict, while chronicling the changing meanings of war photography.

Heather Diack

Kate Newby

Bajio 231, Colonia Roma, Cuauhtemoc
August 2, 2014–October 5, 2014

Kate Newby, I Feel Like a Truck on a Wet Highway (detail), 2014, ceramic, string, dimensions variable. Installation view.

Kate Newby’s latest solo exhibition features a modest and contemplative sculptural installation that playfully exploits the conventions of the physical gallery and extends her ongoing investigation of linking different spaces in nuanced ways. Two components of I feel like a truck on a wet highway, 2014, manifest this idea. The first is a sculpture of bulbous silver bells hanging in the gallery’s entryway. The bells have a precious quality, which is heightened by the artist’s subtle fingerprints on the metal. They are suspended individually by thin, multicolored strings, the other end of which swoops up connecting them to a neighboring roof.

The second is a sculpture of ceramic wind chimes arranged from light to dark—white, creams, blues, then blacks—on a thin, white string in the gallery’s small main space. The pieces are long and narrow, but each is unique in shape and incorporates signs of process, such as air bubbles and fingerprints, while hanging from the same string as the bells. The chimes’ string loops through the bells’ knot before it passes through a door into a private bedroom and out to a patio space. With this gesture, Newby’s work becomes reliant on the walls of the gallery as much as it is dependent on an outside context for its meaning to be legible.

The installation as a single work highlights the mundane and commonplace, and much like works by artists such as Michael Asher and Francis Alÿs, Newby’s work examines where place becomes as much a part of art’s content as objects.

Leslie Moody Castro

“Teoría del color”

Insurgentes Sur 3000, Centro Cultural Universitario, Delegación Coyoacán
September 27–February 7

Zach Blas, Facial Weaponization Suite: Mask, May 19, 2014, photograph of plastic mask, dimensions variable.

“Teoría del color” (Color Theory) investigates social systems steeped in exclusion, racial differentiation, and discrimination, through the work of fifteen international artists in a variety of media, including posters, video, installation, photography, painting, and performance. These works reveal that there is no better testament to the racism deeply rooted in our time than the visual clues embedded in supposedly postracial societies. Take for example Daniela Ortiz’s 97 Empleadas domésticas (97 Domestic Employees) , 2010, a compelling photo album of snapshots documenting social and family gatherings of upper-class Peruvians collected by the artist from Facebook profiles. These familiar scenes expose a common yet perturbing practice of exclusion, as in all the photographs, housekeepers and nannies appear either in the background, out of focus, or cropped. While revealing a classist society, these images also expose the ambiguous, awkward conditions of domestic labor where intimacy paradoxically coexists with intentional distancing and estrangement.

Everyday and everywhere people are subject to racial differentiation and classification due to the omnipresence of biometric surveillance software. Zach Blas’s “Facial Weaponization Suite,” 2011–14, responds to these technologies by producing a series of masks modeled on aggregated facial data from a workshop’s participants. Creating the possibility to avoid facial identification through amorphous, colorful masks, Blas protests the digital systems that use categorizations based on gender, ethnicity, and sexuality to discriminately privilege and disadvantage people. Racism still exacts heavy socioeconomic, political, and emotional consequences globally, and this exhibition engages these issues in a critical discussion that is very necessary, not least for a country such as Mexico, which is characterized by both invisible and institutionalized mechanisms of discrimination that create destructive social inequality.

Claudia Arozqueta