Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Luis Gispert's show, El Mundo Es Tuyo (the world is yours), severely splits itself between the Zach Feuer and Mary Boone galleries. I wasn't familiar with the artist's work before I walked into the former on Saturday. I immediately fell in love (It didn't last.). What can I say? I'm a sucker for heart-shaped speakers and big, abstract beats that drift off into the ether. Gispert provided me with both. The lit mirror that hangs across from the speakers looks like it was taken from the set of a Miami Vice, but that's not a bad thing. It goes with the room.
Actually, this show is replete with cultural references and commentary that, for the most part, I ignored. If you're interested you can read the press release. Sometimes I'm in the middle of an exhibit, it's working on a purely aesthetic level, and I just wanna sit in its pocket. Beyond the speakers and mirrors are a couple breathtaking c-prints. Opulence and abandonment hold hands while they're hiding under the bleachers here. At first glance both photos are detailed shots of a tricked-out truck cabs. It wasn't until my second pass at them that I realized that they were double landscapes. Looking out through the windows of each cab, past the immediate shiny foregrounds are scenes of poverty and paranoia. So much for my easy stroll through a shiny beat-littered forest. It signaled the violence that was to come in the film showing across the street at Mary Boone.
It all started so well.
Ugh. I say that not because of the violence. Whatever to that. I've spent enough time on farms that the bleeding of the pig didn't make me flinch. (Someday I'll regale you with how I saw a calf being born at the farm at the state pen. Long story. I was 12 and on the weirdest field trip of my life.) The frying of the dog was predictable and more like Tron than Chainsaw Massacre. Anyway, there has to be an easier way to make a radio. That was a joke, of course. I got the whole spin on the radio--the hungry, magical, and rabid sounds of the master blaster--I just didn't find it very interesting. I'm even a easy mark for that sort of thing and you couldn't have paid me to care. As much as I was enamored of the the two rooms at Feur I was bored by the film at Boone. I mean, ANYTHING looks cool projected on a wall that big, but so what. The film was just pointlessly gruesome and creepy. There were some more c-prints on the walls, but they were only stills from the film. Nice Firebird though.