Wednesday, April 30, 2008


Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe, Did I Just See A Leopard?, 2008

Jeremy Gilbert-Rolfe's new show opens tonight at Alexander Gray Associates. His last NYC show sent my heart into full-on a-twitter mode. Hands down one of my favorite shows in 2006. Go. Rock the grid.


You won't often see me linking to something Charlie Finch says . . . so why start now. But I have to credit him for sparking a nice memory today of seeing Anthony James' work for the first time at Blum & Poe in Culver City a couple years ago. Unfortunately, I found said spark embedded in a story that had something to do with the artist getting electrocuted and losing his hearing for a few days. Ouch. Sounds like the artist is mended and getting rich though. Both good things.

And OMG. Spark. Whoops. No pun intended, I swear. Anyway, obviously I'll jump on anything that gives me an excuse to re-post three of my favorite photos from the HAA archives. Enjoy.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

People, Get Ready.

There's a train, a-comin'. And they call it Zoe Strauss's I-95 show. It's become an annual event for me to get my heart split open under the overpass. And I like it. But I've already told you that. Here are the directions. And here's the set list. And, oh yeah, I LOVE ZOE STRAUSS!!!

Monday, April 28, 2008

It's Called Survival. Survival. Survival. Survival.

Jill Freedman

In jail they got a game,
And they call it survival.
--Grand Master Flash and The Furious Five

If you're like me, you received a couple excited emails over the weekend with a link to this amazing story in the Times about the photographer Jill Freedman. This is a mean old world, kids. Some people take pictures of it. Some people live it. Some people do both. The way her "style" fell out of fashion is discussed, but the bottom line is that a great eye never goes out. And if it's good enough, people come back to it. The Times article refers to a show in Wlliamsburg that the photographer's friend Ann-Marie Richard put up last year. I poked around a bit and found a link to the show. Here it is. Seriously. Don't miss this article. Don't miss this work. AND don't miss this video on the Times site.

Freedman has a show at Higher Pictures. Go.

Hat tips to . . . Robin and Zoe.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Wednesday, April 23, 2008


Doll Parts.

Laurie Simmons, still from The Music of Regret

Any of you who've been reading me for any length of time know that this blog is quite simply a record of where my eye happens to fall. Ever since I started paying attention to art about 10 years ago I've had, like, stupid crazy good fortune when it comes to receiving nudges and clues that drop out of the sky. One such push came when I briefly met the multi-hyphenate artist Laurie Simmons in Chelsea last Friday. She happened to be gallery hopping with two artists whose work I love, one of whom is a pal. I was totally unfamiliar with Simmons' work before . . . until last night when I spent way too much computer time checking out just about every page, photo, and film clip on her site. Then I moved on to YouTube. Beauty. Sadness. Puppets. Meryl Streep. What's not to like? Obviously, that's a really narrow view of her work, but it's what first took me in and knocked me on top of the head. There're also plenty of doll houses, dioramas, killah photo shoots, all laced with gender and power issues. A look back in anger with a tender eye. Me likey like a muthafucka.

Monday, April 21, 2008


Roberto Clemente is really the only hero I've ever had. Pretty much the only one I've ever needed. If you want to know why you should check out the excellent PBS documentary that aired tonight. Watch it online here. En español aqui.


René Smith, Larchwood, Iowa

Total subversion alert! René Smith's paintings will be breaking through the 5th wall in tonight's episode of Gossip Girl. As the GG billboards around town say . . . "OMFG!"


Tamara Kostianovsky's first NYC solo show, Actus Reus opened at Black & White Gallery (Chelsea) on Thursday night. I'd only seen pieces here and there in group shows, so it was a revelation to see an entire gallery filled with her constructions. Using thrown away clothes--and what looks to be a labor-intensive process-- Kostianovsky has fashioned a roomful of slaughterhouse blues. The ghosts of those who wore the clothes mingle with those of the butchered. It's all really wrong, but in a good way. The obvious fiction of the sculptures rubs up against the reality of death and consumption.

And yes. If you thought that this post's title was a reference to one of the greatest Death/Gore Metal bands of all time you would be correct. If you didn't then you should check out their myspace page.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Yo, Roberta.

Rosanna Bruno, Untitled, 19"x16" oil on linen, 2006

You missed one. Granted, Rosanna Bruno doesn't have a gallery show right now so she falls outside the scope of the article, but that doesn't mean she's not kicking a world of ass with her small paintings. Consider this an addendum of sorts to your article. You're welcome.

Hey! Remember this? Studio visit with RB from the HAA archives. Good times.

Friday, April 18, 2008

When The Levee Breaks.

Rob Nadeau's last show at Mixed Greens was a tightly controlled colorfest that lost control, the stacked lines of paint bleeding out when they couldn't hold steady. In his new show, Heavy Chalk, the walls have come tumbling down, punched out with a shattered energy of color, line, and full-on unpredicability. The catharsis therein feels very much of this moment. The paint is leading the way here, and it is pissed. Weep loudly.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008


I had planned to zip up to Chelsea before I got my haircut on Saturday, but due to way too much lollygagging I had to change my plans and hit some galleries in SoHo and Tribeca. It was an uneven experience. On the other hand, my haircut totally rules. Johnny is THE MAN.

After The Reality 2 at Deitch's Grand Street space was generally uninteresting, but this sculpture by Enlightenment. (Yes. They call themselves "Enlightenment".) had a presence that held my gaze for an unnaturally long time. I have to say that it was kind of perfect. Somebody should buy it, but not because of what it'll be worth tomorrow. They should buy it because they'll get to see it everyday. I know. Soooooo naive.

Around the corner at Deitch's main space was a group painting show that was refreshing, but unfortunately not because of the work. It was a revelation to see all that white in a space we've gotten so used to being loaded to the gills with art that takes an overwhelming road. (That's not a dis. I generally dig Deitch.) It's just a pity about those paintings. Aaron Young's Clubhouse was mildly interesting for about 15 seconds, but then it just went round and round. His other paintings did the same thing. Dan Colen's 53rd & 3rd (detail above) was the one spectacular exception in the show, even though it looked like caked-on bird shit. But really beautiful, involving caked-on bird shit. Seriously amazing painting. I spent as much time with it as I did all the others combined.

Unrelated to the art, this sentence from the press release should be mentioned just for its entertainment value. "This exhibition shows how today’s abstract painters are updating New York School abstraction with the energy of the streets, and the jam-packed frequencies they dispense." I dare you to read that aloud and keep a straight face.

I never go to Johnny's without stopping at Apex Art. I've found some nice surprises there over the years, but the Dave Eggers-curated exhibit of text-based art was more exhausting than anything. It's quite the feat to have 39 artists in a show and for it to feel so very one-note. It reminded me of a lunch table I sat at for a short period of time in college. From the moment we took our seats everybody tried to outdo each other with their wit and personality. It's exhausting even to remember it. That's what this show feels like. A shame because it's almost all good work, but after seeing the same note hit over and over and over again the shared perspective just feels like a shared noose. Oxygen, please.

I had one last stop to make but I didn't know it. Tune in later to hear how K8 Hardy saved the day.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Spin Art.

photo copyright 2008, Cesar Llacuna

I've loved Petroc Dragon Sesti's Fluid Icon since I first saw it in the group show, Blessed Are The Mercyful, at (then) Feigen Contemporary. The great thing about this piece isn't so much what it reflects, as it is what gets pulled through its vortex from the other side. I was thrilled when Chicago's Carrie Secrist Gallery gave me another opportunity to view it at the PULSE at the end of March. I was doubly thrilled when my co-worker and generally cool, sweet and hilarious guy, Cesar Llacuna, sent me his photograph of the piece. The nature of this work makes it easy to capture pretty rockin' images depending on who or what is behind it. But leave it to one of the best set of eyes I know to capture something truly spectacular. Cesar is soooooooo the man.

Be sure to click on the image to be properly knocked out.

Friday, April 11, 2008


Richard Pettibone's show, Paintings of Sculptures, opens tonight at Castelli. I'm not sure why, but that show title cracks me up. It's as direct and endearing as Pettibone's art. No secret here at HAA about how much I love this guy's work. His last show at Castelli didn't stop until it got the job done, which meant every single can of soup. Beauty is never the same twice.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

No Hope.

This absolutely heartbreaking account of the story being told by public art in Iraq is a must read. A depressing, absolutely fucking hopeless must read. This is what we've done.

Live Through This.

Juergen Teller and Cindy Sherman, NOT SEPARATED AT BIRTH, in the Times.

Monday, April 07, 2008

Big. Dumb. Beautiful.

Katharina Fritsch's sculpture at Matthew Marks

My somewhat overheated and spastic response to the 2008 Armory is now up on ArtCal Zine's Special Art Fair Coverage site. I'm on lunch, but I wanted to post this before I returned to the wonderful world of MathType. Also, I want to mention how much ass was kicked by Bosko and the entire crew at ArtCal and The Zine during the art fairs. The coverage went both deep and wide, and it was a blast to read everybody's take on the madness. But for now, I need to find me a square root.

Greg Bogin at Leo Koenig.

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Power Delicate.

Little Cakes opened their new show last night, Guillermina Baiguera's Pink Waters Delay Their Heart. First of all: GREAT title. And no, I haven't seen the show, but I plan to today or tomorrow. Missing any of their exhibits is something I always regret. And one way to get over regret is to not have it. Aren't I zen this morning?

I was reminded of one of the reasons I love Little Cakes so much when I read the Dave Hickey interview I linked to earlier in the week. Hickey answered the question, "How are galleries different [from the past]?", with "Now they’re department stores. Stables of artists once embodied the taste of the gallerist." Well, I'm happy to tell him that the latter spirit is alive and well with Little Cake's approach. Their crew of artists reflects an aesthetic best described as power delicate. Little Cakes is one of a handful of galleries that push hard against this way-too-common (and WAY too predictable) practice of stable making that Hickey bemoans. LC is like that bite of green tea ginger ice cream you had 8 years ago that still haunts your palate. Resonant, baby. Their love is strong.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

USS Hickey!

Photograph by Christine Taylor

I've never been shy here about my love for just about every single thought that comes out of Dave Hickey's brain, so I was more than a little thrilled when I came across an interview by Sarah Douglas in the March issue of Art + Auction. I was doubly thrilled when I came to the end of interview and read that there was a "web exclusive" where the interview had been posted in its entirety. First of all . . . Yaaaaaaaay! More Dave Hickey. Secondly, OMG. Art + Auction has teamed up with ArtInfo and now has a web presence that consists of more than a jpeg of the previous issue's cover and subscription rates. Finally!

Part 1.

Part 2.

Money interview moment . . .

Sarah Douglas: What about biennials in general and their globe-trotting curators?

Dave Hickey: You mean those people flying around the world on the public dime trying to find some idiot in the boondocks who makes identity art with television sets? They’re obsolete but not endangered.

BMA Finds New Way To Fuck Itself.

Brooklyn Museum of Art, I have to work hard enough at loving you. You only make it more difficult when you pull shit like this (via bloggy). Most people will find it insulting that the BMA is going to honor eminent domain grabber Bruce Ratner because of his hammerhead attempts at the theft of a neighborhood. Personally, I've never forgiven the guy for building the worst, most oppressive building I've ever entered, The Atlantic Mall (pictured above). I still have a bad physical reaction at the memory of walking through its over-sized high school hallway design, wondering where the stores are. He is Hell. And the only people who should be celebrating Hell are the pros. So, unless the Brooklyn Museum of Art has recently become a Black Metal band they shouldn't be honoring this guy.