Wednesday, February 23, 2011

fee's LIST (through 3/1)

WEDNESDAY
* Gerhard Richter "Sinbad" @ The FLAG Art Foundation / 545 W 25th St, 10th Fl. Subtitled as "98 Paintings, 1 Room". I saw Richter's jewellike lacquer mists tucked behind glass panes at Marian Goodman's extensive exhibition of his new works last year, but I think that was just part of this exquisite array so I'll totally see 'em again, multiple times, as should you.
+ Josephine Meckseper, 9th Fl. New works cut from flashy retail displays taking less a cue from Jeff Koons' vacuum cleaners than from those machines' predecessors: Mies Van Der Rohe, high chrome, mirrors and American Gothic. Plus a booming acid-house soundtrack.

* Tom Otterness "Animal Spirits" @ Marlborough NY / 40 W 57th St. Like menageries of bronzed anthropomorphic animals, ideally plucked from classic fairytales and crawling about Wall Street's spoils? Like 'em big-ass scaled and regular-sized? Hung out in the 14th St ACE subway station "just because"? You are SO in luck.

THURSDAY
* Caroline Walker "Vantage Point" @ Ana Cristea Gallery / 521 W 26th St. Highly realistic mundane domesticity, rendered in oils, bearing this very, very subtle kink to it — but then that's ideally in the eye of the beholder, no? This is Walker's debut solo show in America.

* Sarah Anne Johnson "Arctic Wonderland" @ Julie Saul Gallery / 535 W 22nd St. A body of work produced in the Winnipeg-based artist's residency on board a schooner in Norway, near the Arctic Circle, some striking and subtly manipulated photographs of the stark and fleeting landscapes.

* José Manuel Ciria "The Execution of the Soul" @ STUX Gallery / 530 W 25th St. Though known best for his vivid lyrical abstraction, which he's continued to propel since the early '90s, this Spanish painter presents masklike figurative paintings here, his first instance of that in a U.S. exhibition.

* Tomory Dodge @ CRG Gallery / 548 W 22nd St. Landscapes and other representational settings duplicated and broken up into Rorschach-like bilateral symmetries, only even wilder b/c they're all paintings.

* "Birth of the Modern: Style and Identity in Vienna 1900" @ Neue Galerie / 1048 Fifth Ave (456 to 86th St). A lovely and enveloping exhibition of fine and decorative arts in turn-of-the-century Vienna, ushering in the modern age w/ some of my favorites (Gustav Klimt, Oskar Kokoschka, Egon Schiele) with furniture by Otto Wagner and Adolf Loos, plus decoratives by Jojsef Hoffmann and Koloman Moser, among others. Now compare/contrast w/ the Guggenheim's "Great Upheaval", which features a few of these artists and occurs a mere 10 years later. The glitz and glamour, like in fin de siecle Paris, wasn't destined to last.

* "Cold Fish" (dir. Sion Sono, 2010, Japan) @ Walter Reade Theatre / Lincoln Center at 65th St (1 to 66th St), part of FCS, 8p. You are DEFINITELY not ready for this. No director around conveys contemporary domestic drama like Sono-san, and while blackmail and murder — lots and lots of murder, dismemberment, tripping over gore in the bathroom etc — figures heavily w/in this adapted-from-reality thriller, as the pace speeds up to a fevered pitch, he remains true to his roots and keeps teasing out the dysfunctional family. All in all, breathless and brilliant.

* Sarah Lipstate "Artifact" @ Splatterpool / 138 Bayard St, Greenpoint (G to Nassau, L to Bedford), 8-11p. Local sound-scaper Maria Chavez curated this sixth edition of sound art series Dead of Winter Works. This one feat. Sarah Lipstate, Brooklyn-based filmmaker and solo guitarist as Noveller, who's created a site-specific echo chamber with a motion-operated tape loop and digital projections that follow a clear 16mm film leader through processes of stenciling, excision and redacting — the results of which blown-up resemble blood-streaked, bullethole-riddled plastic. Yum, right?

* La Big Vic + C. Spencer Yeh @ Cake Shop / 152 Ludlow St (F/JMZ to Essex/Delancey), 8p/$8. Get trapped in the extra-spacey sound-resin of Brooklyn group La Big Vic before Mr. Yeh (aka Burning Star Core) sears it off w/ his thrilling, treated violins.

FRIDAY
* Joan Mitchell "Paintings from the 1950s" @ Lennon, Weinberg Inc / 514 W 25th St. There is a big ONE Mitchell painting in MoMA's "Abstract Expressionists" show, her lovely '57 canvas "Ladybug". If you're wanting more of that, before she switched from all-over brushwork to focused, super-saturated fields that increasingly focused on sunflowers, then this is a must-see.

* Mark Lombardi "Index" @ Pierogi Gallery / 177 N 9th St, Williamsburg. The pure Conceptualist's well-known diagrammatic drawings, his "narrative structures", are the basis of this exhibition, which also includes a selection of reference books he used to complete these works on paper, plus a sole video interview where he describes his process.

* Evan Penny @ Sperone Westwater / 257 Bowery. Further freaky forays into the human form, exquisitely rendered via Penny's palette of silicon, pigment, hair, fabric and aluminum. Works include a bust of the artist, both shockingly realistic and obviously fake, and a 10' tall "Jim Revisited", referencing the original reduced version from 1985.
+ Emil Lukas "Larva, Bubble and Thread". New mixed media paintings in Lukas' debut at the gallery, involving, somehow, the media listed in the exhibit's title.

* "DADARHEA" @ Canada / 55 Chrystie St. The freeform video workshop, set to confound and thrill audiences with animation, live-action video, performance, or all that once — in true Dadaist spirit — comes to New York. Feat. like two dozen, from Jim Drain to Takeshi Murata. You're not ready for this but you won't want to miss it, either.

* Robert Barry, Peer Bode, Nikolas Gambaroff, Raymond Hains and Ryan Sullivan @ Nicole Klagsbrun / 526 W 26th St #213. These artists explore the conceptual gesture, from Sullivan's visually intriguing media to Hains' photographies hypnagogiques, w/ Barry's early works forming a background to the exhibition.

* "I Saw the Devil" (dir. Kim Ji-woon, 2010) screening @ BAM / 30 Lafayette Ave, Ft Greene (23/45 to Nevins St, AC to Lafayette), 7p + Q&A w/ Kim. You are not ready for this. Ahead of its proper screen-run at IFC Center next week is a dark sphere of depraved, gruesome energy, a revenge tale so sickening that it pushes the envelope way further than you'd ever dare. That said, I loved it. If you've seen Park Chan-wook's "Oldboy" and wondered what happened to that rugged slice of man-muscle named Choi Min-sik, well he's back as the evilest sociopath since Hannibal Lecter.

* "Legend of the Fist: The Return of Chen Zhen" (dir. Andrew Lau, 2010, China) @ Walter Reade Theatre / Lincoln Center at 65th St (1 to 66th St), part of FCS, 10:45p. Donnie Yen returns as the ass-kicking titular hero, out for revenge and beating back the resistance post-WW2 whilst unknowingly romancing a Japanese double-agent (played by the gorgeous Shu Qi, which is reason enough for me to see it).

* "Hausu" (dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi, 1977) midnight screening @ IFC Center / 323 Sixth Ave (ACE/BDFM to W 4th St). AKA the J-Horror precursor that cannot be killed, the coked up Technicolor joyride of cute high-school age Japanese girls versus a murderous house, possessed Himalayan cat and ghostly auntie, replete w/ theme music, painted landscapes, makeup tips and over-the-top kills! Also SAT

* Lower Dens @ Music Hall of Williamsburg / 66 N 6th St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford), 8p/$10. Call 'em post-punk or shoegaze or whatever, Baltomore's Lower Dens are mesmerizing, dreamy, droney and super loud when necessary. I love 'em. w/ Ducktails (Matt Mondanile, coating the venue w/ his shimmery guitar loops and sounds)

* Liturgy + Talk Normal @ 285 Kent Ave, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 8p/$10. These bands channel yesteryear NY, both the droning, atonal, ferocious No Wave scene, w/ Liturgy slanted more black metal and Talk Normal more raw rock 'n roll. Major. w/ Nat Baldwin (of Dirty Projectors)

* DJs William Streng & Chinese Cat @ Sweet & Vicious / 5 Spring St (6 to Spring), 10p. This cozy dive with its perfect-for-spring backyard garden just got a whole helluva lot darker, thanks to twin* evilest DJs Streng & Chinese Cat. For those who need a harsher, yet more fulfilling, alternative to Trash!, are you ever in luck. (* not actual twins)

* Darlings @ Shea Stadium / 20 Meadow St, Williamsburg (L to Grand), 8p. That tousle-haired Brooklyn four-piece Darlings continue to advance the charge for delightful, catchy, sometimes slightly noisy but in a delightful and catchy way, pop music. w/ Teen Witch and Sultan.

* Shilpa Ray and Her Happy Hookers + Android Lust @ Pianos / 158 Ludlow St (F/JMZ to Essex/Delancey), 7:30p/$10. I never thought I'd see Brooklyn's hard-hitting rocker Shilpa Ray & band on the same lineup as the crackling industrial organism Shikhee and HER band Android Lust…. but then MTV Desi created this pretty wicked showcase of contemporary NY-based Indian musicians, so why not? w/ Headless Horseman and Popo

SATURDAY
* Nick van Woert "Breaking and Entering" @ Yvon Lambert / 550 W 21st St. Incredible that this is van Woert's 1st U.S. solo exhibition, as he's an American and based in Brooklyn! His modus is dissecting found sculpture in environmentally-altering ways.
+ Charles Sandison "Body Text". Crypto LED panels by the Scottish artist in his debut solo exhibition in New York.

* Miriam Cahn @ Elizabeth Dee / 545 W 20th St. Lovely and softly rendered ghostly portraiture and scenes by the Swiss artist, in her debut stateside. They're looking lovely, so this is high on my must-see list.

* "Touched: A Space of Relations" @ bitforms gallery / 529 W 20th St, 2nd Fl. Four multigenerational artists explore the sense of touch as metaphor for bodily presence and as extension across boundaries, w/ Janine Antoni, Lygia Clark, Lynn Hershman Leeson and Annette Messager. Laura Blereau curated the exhibition, which includes some works shown publicly for the 1st time here, like Messager's "Mes Petites Effigies" (1989-90) and "Mes Trophees" (1986-8).

* Maria Lassnig "Films" @ Friedrich Petzel Gallery / 535 W 22nd St. The gallery follows up Lassnig's bodily, figurative paintings from last autumn w/ an exhibition of her raw animation works, an important facet of the Vienna-based artist's oeuvre I've never seen before.

* Kota Ezawa "City of Nature" @ Murray Guy / 453 W 17th St. Few animated works hit so close to home (and to reality!) as Ezawa's meticulous frame-by-frame recreations of past news events and cinema history.

* Kengo Hioki "Happee Print" @ Makari / 97 Third Ave. A high-energy, wicked-times block-print exhibition by that fantastic punk-rocker also known as Peelander-Yellow, frontman for Peelander-Z. And if you see him w/ that scratched and stickered up guitar, it might be an opening reception performance! Taco, taco, taco, taco, taco say YEAH.

* Dario Robleto "The Minor Chords are Ours" @ D'Amelio Terras / 525 W 22nd St. The Conceptual Texan artist returns to one of his earlier mediums, the vinyl record, in both handmade sculptural silhouettes from cut albums and erased album imagery. That just sounds dope.

* "THAW" @ Betty Cuningham Gallery / 541 W 25th St. Well, this past weekend was colder than I expected, but technically I should be thinking "spring". This gallery artist group show should help: beginning w/ Rackstraw Downes' classic "A Thaw" (1972) and including Philip Pearlstein nudes, Judy Glantzman, Clytie Alexander, Jake Berthot and more.

* "Bittersweet Life" (dir. Kim Ji-woon, 2005) screening @ BAM / 30 Lafayette Ave, Ft Greene (23/45 to Nevins St, AC to Lafayette), 6:50/9:15p. The chiseled, disturbed detective from "I Saw the Devil" is a chiseled, coldblooded mobster in this earlier film, whose snap decision sets off a powderkeg of violence.

* Ryuichi Sakamoto @ The Stone / 16 Ave C (F to 2nd Ave), 8p & 10p/$20. That this unparalleled Japanese artist and composer is playing a solo piano set at the super-intimate Stone tonight is one more example why New York rocks so hard.

SUNDAY
* Gianna Commito @ Rachel Uffner Gallery / 47 Orchard St. I'm a fan of Commito's stark geometric style, fracture planes of boldly colored lines like caution signs, grasping our attention and refusing to let go.

* Maya Bloch "Hello Stranger" @ Thierry Goldberg Projects / 5 Rivington St. Bloch has great control of her mediums, mixing acrylic, oil and graphite to create phantasmagoric figures cohabiting in either realistic or obliterated landscapes.

* Frank Haines "Under the Shadow of the Wing of the Thing" @ Lisa Cooley Fine Art / 34 Orchard St. Dualities is key here, throughout Haines' sculpture and saturated works on paper.The exhibition precedes a lecture by the artist on March 10, whose short title is "Traversing the Boundless".

* Anissa Mack "Second" @ Laurel Gitlen (Small A Projects) / 261 Broome St. A texturally-conscious array, in the Berlin/NY artist's third solo show w/ the gallery. Meaning it expands beyond her silver-leafed quilted denim polygons from last time.

* "A Tale of Two Sisters" (dir. Kim Ji-woon, 2003) screening @ BAM / 30 Lafayette Ave, Ft Greene (23/45 to Nevins St, AC to Lafayette), 2/4:30/6:50/9:15p. Kim set the tone for the way K-Horror SHOULD be w/ this dance of dread, a gorgeous and grim fairytale that'll have you falling in love w/ lead sibling Lim Su-Jung.

MONDAY
* "The Quiet Family" (dir. Kim Ji-woon, 1998) screening @ BAM / 30 Lafayette Ave, Ft Greene (23/45 to Nevins St, AC to Lafayette), 6:50/9:15p. Something I didn't know: this debut feature by Kim, a perverse attack on conservative Korean family values (and starring Song Kang-ho AND Choi Min-sik!) was the loose basis of Takashi Miike's own "The Happiness of the Katakuris". Plus, this is Song and Choi pre-stardom, i.e. pre-Park Chan-wook's "Vengeance" trilogy.

TUESDAY
* Berlinde de Bruyckere "Into One-Another To P.P.P." @ Hauser & Wirth / 32 E 69th St. The gallery follows up its singular Lee Lozano "Tools" grouping (did you see it? I told you to see it!) w/ another major one. De Bruyckere is a empyrean sculptor of moods. Her waxy and fleshlike (or at times hidelike) contorted figures recall Francis Bacon's most abstract renderings come to nightmarishly sharp focus and convey a loneliness and suffering matched only by Louise Bourgeois' extensive oeuvre. She also only gets so much love here, stateside, I feel, so this suite of new works, in ode to iconoclast filmmaker Pier Paolo Pasolini (and preceding De Bruyckere's own traveling museum exhibition, paired w/ Pasolini classics and Renaissance master Lucas Cranach), is particularly vital.

* John Chamberlain @ Paula Cooper Gallery / 534 W 21st St. Chamberlain's classic crushed-auto sculptures, both freestanding and wall-reliefs, from 1962 to 1990. What else do you need? Must I define "dopeness" for you again??

* "Cold Fish" (dir. Sion Sono, 2010, Japan) @ Walter Reade Theatre / Lincoln Center at 65th St (1 to 66th St), part of FCS, 8:45p. You are DEFINITELY not ready for this. No director around conveys contemporary domestic drama like Sono-san, and while blackmail and murder — lots and lots of murder, dismemberment, tripping over gore in the bathroom etc — figures heavily w/in this adapted-from-reality thriller, as the pace speeds up to a fevered pitch, he remains true to his roots and keeps teasing out the dysfunctional family. All in all, breathless and brilliant.

* MERCE @ The Stone / 16 Ave C (F to 2nd Ave), 8p/$10. Guess what? You put Shelley Burgon (electronics/harp, of Stars Like Fleas and Ne(x)works) & Maria Chavez (manipulated turntables) together, and what do you get? Magic, that's what.

* Jessica 6 @ Mercury Lounge / 217 E Houston St (F to 2nd Ave), 6:30p/$10. Supercute singer/songwriter Nomi Ruiz leads this post-disco electro trio, exuding fierceness w/ every song.

CURRENT SHOWS
* Cézanne's Card Players @ Metropolitan Museum of Art / 1000 5th Ave (456 to 86th St). Another thoughtfully curated instance of the Met rocking out: the museum unites for the 1st time Cézanne's card player canvases (made during the 1890s outside Aix-en-Provence) with their associated oil studies and drawings. But don't let my enthusiasm give the false impression that this is some bombastic exhibition, full of rowdy blokes swilling booze and engaging in passionate gambling. That's not Cézanne's style at all. Rather, we get two meditative scenes, a grouping of four men (all employees of Cézanne on his family's estate or related) and a more intense lot of two, taking a breather from their gardening or labor and, pipe in hand or mouth, hunched over their cards. There is a lot of pipe-smoking going on, in fact, that these non-portraits could almost be titled "The Pipe Smokers" — like an jolly Adriaen Brouwer canvas, "The Smokers", from 1636, says (it's one of an entire room of Met-owned works that typify these social pastimes, mostly Flemish and Dutch, plus a few later Edouard Manet drawings). And despite a central bottle on the duo's card-table, we don't see hard drinkers in Cézanne's renderings, nor gambling per se (no money exchanged). Rather, it's rugged be-hatted gents taking a rest.

* Donald Judd "Works in Granite, Cor-ten, Plywood & Enamel on Aluminum" @ The Pace Gallery / 534 W 25th St. I can always do with more Judd, and an exhibition showcasing over a dozen of the industrial "minimalist"'s classics from 1978 to 1992, each one an envelope-pusher on non-traditional mediums and inspired constructions, is pure aesthetic catnip to this writer. What is evident here for even the nascent Judd-viewer is his ingenious incorporation of mediums. His Douglas Fir plywood crates are handsome (check their meditative array upstate at DIA:Beacon), but a pronouncement of glossy red enamel-painted aluminum adds a human warmth. I love his forays in Cor-Ten — feels very different than Richard Serra's epic torqued forms and Mark di Suvero's paleolithic-like sculpture, for two — but was particularly impressed by Judd's addition of black aluminum in several stacked Cor-Ten boxes, echoing off the steel's weathered patina. And that bomb-shelter granite construct, four slabs menacingly balanced on/against one another? It's a receptacle of brooding potential energy.

* "Minor Cropping May Occur (selected diaries 1962-2011") @ Lombard-Freid Projects / 518 W 19th St. Photographer Nick Haymes co-curated this international grouping of 13 photo-based artists, spanning continents and generations, who each present a diary-like narrative series. Keizo Katajima's deliciously contrasty b&w prints (mostly from his "Tokyo '79" series, which haven't been exhibited since their original show in Japan) bear the intrinsic grit of that endlessly futuristic metropolis, while Haymes' own "Zoloto" series (though shot over time) retains a refreshingly cool burst of air throughout, in his (im)perfect documentation of his Russian in-laws. Beautiful chaos reigns in varying degrees, in the oblong POV in Nick Waplington's "Living Room" series and, more readily intriguing for this writer, Motoyuki Daifu's family's cozily crowded house. Takashi Homma and Hiromix both offer sublime, peaceful examples, his in the stillness and intimate six-year series "Tokyo and My Daughter", Hiromix's in her sun-streaked interiors and glades of cherry blossoms.

* Jim Dine @ The Pace Gallery / 32 E 57th St. Dine's iconic heart returns as a motive and medium for experimentation and his process-driven painting, each rendered in acrylic, charcoal and sand (lovely textures!) on either wood panels or linen. Sizes range from the delicious trio "The Dahlias, The Cherries, The Swiss Chard", poster-size each until you put them together, to the epic 9-ft square "Abyss of The Good Soldier (for Harry W.)", which if it were an actual field of autumnal blooms you'd want to fall face-first into it, but it's enough to experience this magnetizing pull in person. And beneath and beyond the blur of brushstrokes, smears and colorful fireworks is the resonating contours of that heart.

* Sze Tsung Leong "Cities" @ Yossi Milo Gallery / 525 W 25th St. This New York-based photographer's previous exhibition "Horizons" wowed the crowds: a wraparound horizon-line of all sorts of different worldly landscapes. This time Leong focuses on urban formations, ancient to contemporary, shooting them from high above in context of their surrounding natural environments to highlight the geometries of city planning. My eye kept locking onto intriguing details: like the freshly mowed tracks in the laws of "Linkeroever, Antwerpen", the winding blocks of "Sablon, Bruxelles" (and there's a Tokyo shot too).

* Olivier Mosset @ Mary Boone Gallery / 745 5th Ave. Two treats from the solid conceptualist, four zoomed-in found-abstractions from the '80s and '90s and 10 brand-new milky-hued polyurethane monochromes. The latter are installed together in a meditation-like room in the side gallery. The former are incredible, and huge, like you could lose yourself tracing the path of that orange zigzag across "Juke" (1990) and its 20-ft of horizontal length. Or even wilder, the superflat and eerily dense red monochrome, untitled and from the mid-'80s, that fills and practically swallows up an entire gallery wall, its width and floor to ceiling. How often is it a "minimalist" rendering draws such a strong, almost physical, reaction?

* Marcel Dzama "Behind Every Curtain" @ David Zwirner / 525 W 19th St. This is really wicked. Dzama puts it all on the table, so to speak, a fantastic centerpiece film "A Game of Chess", this surrealist affair feat. actors in geometric costumes and elaborate Dzama-esque masks dancing across a life-size chessboard, emulating the pieces' respective movements and challenges, augmented by his characteristic hyperdetailed, somehow Old Masters' style graphite, watercolor and ink renderings on paper (or scrolls!) and these fascinating cut-paper dioramas. Oh, and several spinning life-size sculptures, recalling the figures in "A Game of Chess", w/ properly moody lighting. Yowza.

* Shinichi Maruyama "Gardens" @ Bruce Silverstein Gallery / 535 W 24th St. A brilliant series of extra-wide pigment prints, furthering Maruyama's frozen-action splashes (like his "Kusho" sumi-e works) to a whole 'nother dimension. Think Yves Tanguy's alien landscapes, populated by Joan Miro's filigree impossible forms (or perhaps Salvatore Dali), slippery and slithering and throwing shadows in their wake.

* Chuck Webster "My Small Adventures" @ ZieherSmith / 516 W 20th St. This Brooklyn-based artist's small-size oil on panel abstracts carry an interesting vocabulary of shapes and creatures, floating above or stacked within roughly painted, stark landscapes.

* Hiraki Sawa "O" @ James Cohan Gallery / 533 W 26th St. There was this super-popular show in Chelsea for awhile, Christian Marclay's durational filmic work "The Clock", which screened at Paula Cooper Gallery and included 24-hr marathon runs on Fridays that drew queues down the block. Guess what: there is another fascinating time-themed video work, a multi-channel audio/visual installation by Sawa, that you should definitely pay attention to. He's compressed and abstracted time here, presenting perpetually spinning, silent objects, their respective clatters and rollings echoing elsewhere, punctuated by organ ebbs and flows that mimic the visuals of birds, shadows across an arid landscape, fluttering leaves. Sawa initially created this installation for Queensland Art Gallery's 2009 6th Asia Pacific Triennial of Contemporary Art in Brisbane. It's so smoothly enveloping, like the moon's cycles, that your notion of time vanishes.

* Michael Riedel "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" @ David Zwirner / 533 W 19th St. The dying embers of graphic designer that I still embody totally geeked out at Riedel's "click-aesthetic" exhibition. He's silkscreened the entire gallery w/ copy-pasted text from websites (incl. Zwirner's) that mentioned his name or works, plonked into InDesign text-boxes (source codes, gibberish and all), further abstracted w/ simple circular elements, and then printed out.

* Pat Steir "Winter Paintings" @ Cheim & Read / 547 W 25th St. The fruits of Steir's laborious, meditative, monolithic abstract paintings are their jewellike surfaces, resulting from layers and layers of poured and dripped paint, like the luxurious fizz of "Winter Group 3: Red, Green, Blue and Gold" (2009-11), where the latter asserts itself strongest on half the canvas against a deep blackish rectangle, or the silvery panes recurring in other works. Spending time losing yourself in Steir's paintings — they're like 11' tall, each — is an effortless task.

* Sue de Beer "Depiction of a Star Obscured by Another Figure" @ Marianne Boesky Gallery / 509 W 24th St. Following de Beer's filmic work "The Ghosts" that debuted at the Park Ave Armory, she reveals an installation with short videos that rekindle aspects of her earlier work while furthering her work in perception and dream narratives. Her flickering slide projection here (runtime less than 2min) is but one element to the greater installation, feat. twinkly shadow screens and a low-hanging translucent ceiling.

* Heimo Zobernig @ Friedrich Petzel Gallery / 537 W 22nd St. New grid and monochrome paintings and two new sculptures, bearing some reference to Yves Klein and Zobernig's continued trawling of post-Modernism, Geometric Abstraction and Minimalism. The latter are raw and particulate, "prop-like" as curator Martin Clark says. Zobernig's paintings, however, command the room, pulsing w/ not just Klein's "Anthropométries" but even, kind of, Brice Marden's whiplike style, as if Zobernig distilled Klein's "living brushes" down to their simplest serpent-like forms.

* Philip-Lorca diCorcia "ELEVEN" @ David Zwirner Gallery / 519 W 19th St. This exhibition focuses entirely on the prolific photographer's fashion editorial work, feat. eleven projects for W magazine b/w 1997-2008. On the one hand, some of the series REALLY look fashion-y, even for diCorcia, but I found his March 2000 trio, incl. dark-suited elder Japanese businessmen confabbing in a circular booth, crowned by spotlights, particularly likable.

* Wei Dong @ Nicholas Robinson Gallery / 535 W 20th St. The artist reaches for the jugular in his satirization of Maoist China and its contemporary effects in phantasmagoric groupings of gender-blended people, performing ceremonial motions like "The Newleywed 2" or half-clothed like "Sunset 2" and "The Mystery 1". It's not mermaids, I can tell you that much — so it's even more disturbing, pseudo-utopian and vaguely sinister.

* Seung Ae Lee "The Monstrum" @ Doosan Gallery / 533 W 25th St. Lee's vivid large-scale pencil renderings of monsters manifest from inner conflicts in her daily life, so by depicting them perhaps she reins them in and tames them? A Siberian tiger morphs into a heavily irezumi-ed man, self-immolating itself as dragons sprout from his limbs. Her grouping of Bosch-like demons, pinned in boxes like butterfly specimens, is an even more immediate stimulus-response.

* Coke Wisdom O'Neal "Blue Nude" @ Mixed Greens / 531 W 26th St. O'Neal's latest photo project is perhaps his most claustrophobia-inducing: a constraining transparent container and its contorted, posing figure within. The smallish size of his prints echo alarmingly their confining nature.

* Angel Otero "Memento" @ Lehmann Maupin / 201 Chrystie St. The young artist (he's my age) elevates his stripped and abraded abstract paintings w/ some eye-shocking color combinations, like the toxic-green covering violet in opening work "Left to Wonder", which vividly demonstrates his paint-peel-and-reapply methodology.

LAST CHANCE
* Ellen Gallagher "Greasy" @ Gagosian / 555 W 24th St. The miracles this artist does w/ cut-paper continue to elude and enchant me. Gallagher's latest body of work, bridging the period b/w her 2005 Whitney exhibition and now, somehow channels both density and fragility. Her large "collages" (in the literal sense, as they are indeed composed mostly of ink-soaked strips of paper) come across more as carvings, like she hewed an indigo-stained block of wood and ended w/ these ghostings of Black periodical clippings. Check "OK Corral" (2008) and "Puppy Chow" (2009), both midnight-toned networks of slashed paper. This carries over to "An Experiment of Unusual Opportunity" (2008), acting as backdrop to sinewy arms and distorted physiognomy. In a few cases, like the eponymous new work and the stunning "Unit" (2010), the surface exhibits deep cracks, like Gallagher chipped away at 'em until just the point where they began to shatter. The eight-part series "Morphia" trails about both galleries, transparent, egg-washed and incised paper enclosed in glass like artifacts, their ink- and gouache-markings seeping through to the other side. Her non-representational representation, as it were, is saturated, stained, cleaved and practically obliterated. But it's beautiful, searching through those layers for the figures within.

* Kenny Scharf "Naturafutura" @ Paul Kasmin Gallery / 293 10th Ave. Scharf achieves a brilliant depth in these new large-scale paintings, based off his coastal studio in Bahia, Brazil, a mix of flat and textural oil, acrylic and enamel so that you have to visually part the meandering blue and gold kelp of "Vivagua" (2010) and the goofy Jurassic fronds of "Bear Jungle" (2010) as your eyes trace back into the mist and the layered background critters and flora. His very large "Oil Painting" (2010), painted in reaction to BP's Deepwater disaster, actually looks like Scharf splashed crude on the linen, a shimmer of varnish and gooey black specters sloshing about the otherwise pristine blue water.

* Jennifer Bartlett "Recitative" @ The Pace Gallery / 545 W 22nd St. Walking amid Bartlett's largest-scale, eponymous painting, a color celebration over 372 steel plates and 158 feet, spanning three gallery walls, is like a journey through modern and contemporary art history. I encourage you to explore this mammoth from a clockwise direction, beginning at the show-title near the gallery doors and guiding along toward its stunning denouement. That "art history" description has a two-prong meaning: Bartlett mines Minimalism, filtering notions of Jasper Johns (the warm foresty-colored chevron patterns), Sol LeWitt (orderly primaries), Brice Marden (a kinetic whiplike form in black enamel — though its movement over multiple plates reminded me of Elizabeth Murray, too) and Gerhard Richter (in a brilliant "color-chart" array near the "end") through her own unique visual language. She also recalls some of her other seminal wall-works, MoMA's "Rhapsody" (1976, first exhibited at Paula Cooper Gallery) and Cleveland Museum of Art's "Song" (2007) (their media accompanies "Recitative", which is cool to see the recurrence of those orderly primaries, that whiplike black enamel form, plucked from their prior incarnations). It's an animating experience, walking forward and backward around this snaking piece, acting as a visual palimpsest to the power of color, the energy of reduction and reintroduction.

* David Hammons @ L&M Arts / 45 E 78th St. The thought-provoking and elusive New York artist returns to the gallery from his spare and brilliant 2007 fur-coats exhibition with a show literally shrouded in mystery. Wildly colorful — or even garishly, tackily colorful, if you want to go that far — abstract paintings hang like in just any gallery exhibit, except Hammons' has concealed them in layers of torn plastic, or burlap, or drop-cloths. An antique dresser is shoved up against one, and what looks to be wetly-applied garbage bags climb up another. Two works upstairs are actually JUST plastic, one a ghostly, translucent layering, the other augmented by shiny black…but don't be surprised if you catch yourself contemplating these closely. Hammons upends boundary of art as hung and displayed and trash on the curb, hinting at the "beauty" wrapped within while maintaining a sly artsiness to the enveloping elements.

* Juan Navarro Baldeweg "Pintar, Pintar" @ Marlborough Chelsea / 545 W 25th St. It's particularly notable that the Spanish artist behind these vividly colored paintings is also a renowned architect, b/c spatial representation figures heavily in his angular semi-abstract renderings, particularly the diamond shaped canvases of figures pouring paint into line crisscrossed rooms.

* James Rieck "Enter the Dragon" @ Lyons Wier Gallery / 542 W 24th St. Uh, I like this. Look, it's cheeky on the surface: Rieck comments on ironic T-shirts by emblazoning Bruce Lee film stills (replete w/ double-entendre titles) across truncated girls' bosoms ("Low Blow", "Cock Block" etc). But beyond the adrenaline-arousal, there's Rieck's technique, the soft-focus realism of his figures, the superimposition of film stills to cottony fabric, the candy-pastel palette. Sure it's sexy, but it's a beautiful execution, too.

* Robin Williams "Rescue Party" @ PPOW / 535 W 22nd St, 3rd Fl. My initial thoughts upon viewing Williams' spring-fresh renderings of youth was John Currin's gentle grotesquerie crossed w/ Lisa Yuskavage's hot-hues palette. That aside, these are very accomplished works for the young artist: her capturing of shiny surfaces (like in the flower wrapped "Tired Prince" ) blends well w/ the dreamy haze permeating the majority of the works. Plus, instances like "Cabbage Patch" break the perspective, revealing this serious diagonal action that I felt totally worked (and it's got bunnies). She expands on the works shown at that pretty dope group show "The Antidote" at Claire Oliver last winter (which also included personal faves Aaron Johnson, Jesse McCloskey and Ulf Puder — who I've been writing about).

* Sophie von Hellermann @ Greene Naftali / 508 W 26th St 8th Fl. Lyrical dry-application acrylic on canvas paintings by the Munich-born, London-based artist. By that I mean Von Hellerman is even looser w/ her brushstrokes, permitting knifelike slashes of raw canvas into heady compositions like "The Shooting of a Violinist" and "Soul Wrenchers". A darker, Gogol-ian lot overall, w/ their tinges of folklore and fairytales, but I like that kind of stuff.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Strange Films I've Seen: SWEATSHOP

Turn your time machine dials to 1983 and strap in tight: we've not had a slasher film like Sweatshop in a long time. Now "slasher" is purely to denote the genre, since beyond like a railroad spike to the chin, there's little actual slashing happening here. Rather, the antagonist favors messy, pulptastic wetwork, doled out creatively with an anvil rigged to a massive pipe. I speak of The Beast, this hulking man-mountain clad in a boiler-suit and a varmint-skin shrug, his face concealed behind a welder's mask, channeling simultaneously Michael Myers (the boiler-suit), Jason Vorhees (sort of the mask, mainly the tiny eye-holes thing v. the welder's eye-slot, but props for choosing a creative alternative) and Leatherface (meaning the original Gunnar Hansen Leatherface, i.e. the girth, the hillbilly paraphernalia and the wheezy, snuffling breathing). Or for the Nintendo geeks out there: think Iron Knuckle, the enormous living suit of armor baddie from Legend of Zelda, specifically the Ocarina of Time instance. The size of that character's battle-ax roughly mirrors the Beast's mock-hammer. And what does our Beast use this brutal weapon for? Why, for bashing in the pretty heads of lots of cute ravers, that's what. Because our Beast bloody hates ravers.

Director Stacy Davidson slingshots us face-first into Sweatshop's world via a gritty, quick-cut opening sequence in a suitably creepy factory, involving a frightened, naked young woman, a spooked, trigger-happy cop (cameo'd by Fangoria's managing editor Michael Gingold), and after like a thousand gunshots later a bloody smear pulled across the concrete, revealing the film's title. Very nice. From then on it builds a slowburning 30 minutes or so until the next kill, teasing out ridiculous twentysomething dialogue and sex-talk in spot-on Camp Crystal Lake style, to where we could like kill for some merciless dispatching. But it'll come, don't you worry: and once the Beast swings that hammer, he'll not relent until the credits roll. So let's pace ourselves.
In very brief, the plot goes like this: group of raver kids are setting up an illicit dance party in an abandoned factory, the same one that girl got shot up in at the beginning and the same one that houses our Beast. Obviously nothing good will come of this, but the raver kids have typical slasher mentalities so let's go w/ it and see how long they can last before pissing off the monster. Leading the pack is the blonde/pink-haired Charlie (wonderfully played by Ashley Kay), tough as nails and ultra-fierce. She's calling the shots. This ridiculous guy Scotty (Peyton Wetzel) w/ a liberty-spike hairdo plus Dj Enix (Naika Malveaux), channeling a younger Tricky circa Vulnerable but w/o the neck tattoos, comprise the dudes. Miko (Julin), the extra-cute cybergoth and the 3D representation of combining cocaine with 5-MeO-DMT, Lolli (Krystal Freeman), blending a partially shaved head, beestung lips and undulating hips into one incredibly sexy persona, Jade (Melanie Donihoo), the sorta straight-laced Goth to Lolli's Loki-esque persuasion, and Kim (Danielle Jones) the "normal" one, i.e. the lights supervisor, round out the women. Before setting up for this mega-rave, they do shots, getting sufficiently buzzed off Jim Beam before heading their separate, tipsy ways. Oh, I forgot to mention that the topic of blow-jobs was already broached as they entered the factory, courtesy of Miko. Blow-jobs, in dialogue and actual activity, occur throughout Sweatshop. Because by now you should know what happens to good-looking people in a slasher film when they do fun stuff to one another like fellatio: they get their heads smashed in! Enter two more dudes to even out the sexes and sorta throw the whole raver roles for a tailspin: the potbellied Wade (Brent D. Himes), apparently Scotty's older brother and also apparently living embodiment of a lewder Jeff Foxworthy, b/c everything out this redneck's mouth is as country-twanged as it is eyebrow-raisingly perverse. "Unsolved Mysteries Pussy", if memory serves, is one of Wade's most laconic Wade-isms. "I'm as horny as a cunt with two pussies", again if memory serves, is a bit more colorful. His assistant, apparently, for the rave setup, is this absolutely regular-looking guy named Kenny (Vincent Guerrero), which makes me sad for him b/c how did he get wrapped up w/ this crazy bunch but also makes me want him to die very slowly and painfully b/c he is a bunch of vanilla compared to…well, to Miko's sex-Cheshire kitten and Wade's larger-than-life ego.
The interconnectivity b/w the characters' respective sex lives is perhaps less daunting to trace than drawing out the human genome, for instance, but that doesn't make it any less opaque, either. Far as I can tell: Scotty and Kim had a thing. Charlie and Enix seem to be best friends, but that's it. Wade is a total horndog but has feelings for Jade. For the life of me, I thought Jade and Lolli were a couple, the first time I saw this, but apparently Lolli's "just" a lesbian (or is she? whuahaha…) and Jade is oddly hung up on Wade. Miko and Scotty may also have something going on, but she comes off mature beyond her years, at least when she pronounces the bullet-points on blow-jobs to Jade. So anyway, Lolli does this slow-dance to Android Lust's slammin' industrial anthem "Stained", enveloped in smoke-machine fog and vaporous light. Wade is mesmerized, follows her when she goes looking for Jade and Miko, and she ends up stripping for him and jumping his bones. Incredible. Jade catches them and is entirely upset — see at the time I thought she was upset w/ Lolli b/c she was in love with Lolli, but no she was upset w/ Lolli b/c she was in love w/ that sweaty fat-ass Wade; you can appreciate my confusion, I'm sure? — and dashes off, spiking a beer bottle w/ some unlabeled and thence incredibly lethal chemical, evidently to punish either Lolli or Wade. And then Kenny shows up and starts sweet-talking her. I really want him to die.
Wade heads back without climaxing — the look on his face when Lolli shuts him up is priceless — and Lolli smokes a cigarette. Then everything changes. Enter these ghoul-girls, swathed in ragged dresses and bearing sharklike teething in their bleeding mouths. Reminded me of the Dero from Takashi Shimizu's Marebito crossed with the sewer-dweller in Christopher Smith's Creep and a bit of Linda Blair. The ghoul-girls are in cahoots with the Beast, like they capture prey for him, or he kills prey for them, or both. So they pin Lolli down and she screams long enough for the Beast to appear, reach over and rip her lower jaw out. Wow, that was shocking and satisfying.
I'll spare you the gory details, haha, that transpire, but since the first "proper" kill has happened, the rest don't take so long to come about. It's not that the guys have it any better than the girls — I mean, one gets the aforementioned railroad spike in the throat, another shears through the neck, etc — but that sorta pales in comparison to the Beast's creative hammering. Somebody gets cleaved in two, vertically, like chopping wood. Another gets her head smashed through a metal fence, which you've got to use your imagination w/ but think of crushing a cherry tomato through a sieve. Bit like that. But first! More dancing: little Miko, seemingly cloaked in a pansexual pheromones cloud, jamming out to Rock City Morgue's "Falling Apart" and beaconing Charlie to dance with her, who laughs and complies. Then Scotty gets in on it, breakdancing! Mind you, this is happening either when Lolli's getting her jaw ripped out or Kim's getting tortured, elsewhere. Much later on, w/ Charlie and Enix the only two standing, they discover Kim's body sprawled on a floor soaked with blood, and Charlie utters a classic slasher-film line:
"She might still be alive?"
And Enix gives her this look like: girl, you are crazy.
But it's perfect. The big denouement, with the factory full of raver kids gettin' down to aggrotech jams, including another Android Lust classic "Heathen", amps up w/ Charlie crawling, wounded and visibly shaken, across the dancefloor, pursued by the Beast, which pauses from killing her to dispatch some of the nearby dancers. Then it loses its cool and goes batshit, whacking down everyone like juicy, lightstick-waving watermelons, as Charlie pulls down the garage-door, locking it shut and pausing there as the screams build inside. New French Extremity doesn't get any colder and avaricious than this. So yeah, this is a very important point to make: the pacing, the characters (stereotypes etc), the sex scenes, it's all very dyed-in-the-wool slasher, quintessential Golden Age psychopathic. The creative SFX, a mix of modeling and CGI plus lots of bloodshed, plus the ingenious and unflinching kills, cuts closer to New French Extremity, specifically Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury (see À l'intérieur), Alexandre Aja's Haute tension and even Xavier Gens' Frontier(s). So for director Davidson to encompass these two sort of bookending levels to splattercore genre film whilst producing an original, badass villain and a gleefully killable target (i.e. raver kids), that indeed is something refreshing.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

fee's LIST (through 2/22)

WEDNESDAY
* "Looking at Music 3.0" @ MoMA / 11 W 53rd St (E/M to 5th Ave, 6 to 51st St). I totally dug the previous iteration of this music/art mashup, so props to the gallery for doing another, focused this time on NYC in the '80s and '90s. You bet there is a fertile lot to draw from, Beastie Boys and Le Tigre to Keith Haring, Run DMC, Steven Parrino and more.

* "Warhol Soup" @ Armand Bartos Fine Art / 25 E 73rd St. The final exhibition for the gallery, before it transitions into private dealing, is MAYJAH: the 1st survey of Andy Warhol's unequivocal Campbell's soup cans, from his some of his earliest prints in the '60s to his weird-color paintings in the '80s, to a soup box sculpture from his late period works.

* "Zero Bridge" (dir. Tariq Tapa, 2008) @ Film Forum / 209 W Houston St (1 to Houston, ACE/BDFM to W 4th St). Take note: "Zero Bridge" is billed as the 1st film from Kashmir in 40 years, and it's the debut of the Kashmiri/Jewish-American director. It's shot reportage style, keeping an noninvasive yet unrelenting gaze on the two poor protagonists, he a nervy pickpocket with bigger dreams and she a contemporary young woman fleeing an arranged marriage.

* Beans @ Santos Party House / 96 Lafayette St (ACE/NR/6/JZ to Canal St), 8:30p/$10. Hell. Yes. Beans is one of THE MOST talented MCs around, way experimental but still delivering similes and metaphors to knock you back off your feet. w/ Edan (you know, that guy that DJs and freestyles simultaneously, etc)

* She Keeps Bees @ Cake Shop / 152 Ludlow St (F/JMZ to Essex/Delancey), 8p/$7. The White Stripes taught us that all you need is a guitar, a drumkit, some well-written lyrics and someone to sing 'em, ideally whilst playing the guitar. She Keeps Bees swaps instruments, w/ Jessica strumming away and singing better than 90% of Brooklyn bands. w/ We Are Country Mice

THURSDAY
* Donald Judd "Works in Granite, Cor-ten, Plywood & Enamel on Aluminum" @ The Pace Gallery / 534 W 25th St. This one's got me all excited: it's like the gallery framed it AND named it w/ my interests in mind. Check it: thirteen wall and floor pieces from the stalwart industrial minimalist, from 1978 through 1992, as he continued pushing the envelope of creative materials.

* "Minor Cropping May Occur (selected diaries 1962-2011") @ Lombard-Freid Projects / 518 W 19th St. Lea Freid and photographer Nick Haymes co-curated this international show of realist photographers, from Keizo Kitajima's iconic postwar b&w compositions and vintage prints from Walter Pfeiffer's (Zurich) personal collection, to family imagery via Takashi Homma, Daifu Motoyuki and Haymes' own Russian in-laws, to the endearing edginess of Hiromix and Mike Brodie.

* Pat Steir "Winter Paintings" @ Cheim & Read / 547 W 25th St. A perfect coda to the impending thaw and warming weather (I'm serious: it has to happen), via Steir's meditative and ephemeral splashed, dripped and poured paintings.

* Stefano Cagol "Stockholm Syndrome (always with you)" @ Priska C. Juschka Fine Art / 547 W 27th St. Cagol presents his latest video "Evoke/Provoke", created during his residency in Norway, a preview to his solo project "Concillo" and participation in the 2011 Venice Biennale.

* Marcel Dzama "Behind Every Curtain" @ David Zwirner / 525 W 19th St. The gallery debuts Dzama's film "A Game of Chess", which incorporates his cast of elaborately masked characters, plus related drawings, sculpture and dioramas that open the show and prepare the viewer for the vividness within.

* Michael Riedel "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" @ David Zwirner / 533 W 19th St. The exhibition title is a hint to Riedel's methodology in his "click-aesthetic" poster paintings: it's a sentence using every letter of the English alphabet that happens to make sense. That won't last long, as his silkscreens incorporate copy-pasted text from websites mentioning his works, flowed willy-nilly (algorithms and nonsensical search keywords included) into InDesign text-boxes and printed.

* Heimo Zobernig @ Friedrich Petzel Gallery / 537 W 22nd St. New grid and monochrome paintings and two new sculptures, bearing some reference to Yves Klein and Zobernig's continued trawling of post-Modernism, Geometric Abstraction and Minimalism.

* Sze Tsung Leong "Cities" @ Yossi Milo Gallery / 525 W 25th St. This New York-based photographer's previous exhibition "Horizons" wowed the crowds: a wraparound horizon-line of all sorts of different worldly landscapes. This time Leong focuses on urban formations, ancient to contemporary, shooting them from high above in context of their surrounding natural environments to highlight the geometries of city planning.

* Hiraki Sawa "O" @ James Cohan Gallery / 533 W 26th St. "Coming full circle is movement without displacement. In that time, you simple are, and all change is in the looking," says the London-based Sawa in his A/V installation "O", depicting past and present, outside and inside, plus meditations on the moon's cycle via pencil drawings.

* Wei Dong @ Nicholas Robinson Gallery / 535 W 20th St. Wei's Old Master influence and visceral figurative style may remind you of another New Yorker's technical, provocative oeuvre (cough, John Currin) — but this new series satirizing the post-Cultural Revolution in contemporary China is among Wei's most realistic and subtle.

* Angel Otero "Memento" @ Lehmann Maupin / 201 Chrystie St. Otero's process-based abstraction will move you — unless you're made of stone. I mean, he scrapes and abrades his oil paintings, inundated with Spanish Baroque imagery, creating glittering textural reliefs in their wake. He's also my age, so props for young artists! Major.

* Sue de Beer "Depiction of a Star Obscured by Another Figure" @ Marianne Boesky Gallery / 509 W 24th St. Following de Beer's filmic work "The Ghosts" that debuted at the Park Ave Armory, she reveals an installation with short videos that rekindle aspects of her earlier work while furthering her work in perception and dream narratives.

* "Shanna Waddell "Misshapen Chaos of Well-seeming Forms" @ Thomas Erben Gallery / 526 W 26th St, 4th Fl. The young Philly artist's debut here rides on a wave of impasto and organic semi-figuratism, like Cecily Brown crossed w/ Francis Bacon.

* Seung Ae Lee "The Monstrum" @ Doosan Gallery / 533 W 25th St. Lee's vivid large-scale pencil renderings of monsters manifest from inner conflicts in her daily life, so by depicting them perhaps she reins them in and tames them?

* Coke Wisdom O'Neal "Blue Nude" @ Mixed Greens / 531 W 26th St. O'Neal's latest photo project is perhaps his most claustrophobia-inducing: a constraining transparent container and its contorted, posing figure within.

* Herb Jackson "Firestorm in the Teahouse" @ Claire Oliver / 513 W 26th St. The intriguing effects and (de)textures to Jackson's abstract compositions require as much paint de-application and abrading as it does brushing them onto the canvas' surfaces.

* Jonas Wood @ Anton Kern Gallery / 532 W 20th St. Wood's latest show w/ the gallery takes his contrasty, extremely detailed and realistic, but somehow quirky (collage-like?) style to new energetic heights w/ a wild series of interiors.

* Asobi Seksu (album release party/tour kickoff) @ Mercury Lounge / 217 E Houston St (F to 2nd Ave), 7:30p/SOLD OUT (oops)! The finest contemporary shoegaze/dream-pop lovelies deliver a solid statement in "Fluorescence", retaining those singeing guitars and Yuki's ethereal vox but with more dynamism than ever. Like when Cocteau Twins released "Heaven or Las Vegas". This is Asobi Seksu's "Heaven or Las Vegas", and it rules.

* Dream Diary (album release) @ Death By Audio / 49 S 2nd St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 8p. Dream Diary, I like 'em. I like how they coat their sound in warm feedback and reverb, which may recall everything from Glasgow's jangle-pop scene to, locally, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. But so what, more cuddly dream-pop isn't a bad thing. w/ Telenovelas (LIST favorites, if you didn't know that by now)

* The Beets (album release) @ 285 Kent, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 7p/$10. Yes, you read that correctly: THREE big local album release parties on the same night, this one for Jackson Heights' best and brightest garage rockers The Beets (celebrating 2nd album "Stay Home"). I remember way back seeing these guys at Glasslands, seemingly a few months after they began playing live. My how they've grown, but they're still loads of fun. w/ German Measles & Big Troubles

* Tamaryn @ Don Hill's / 511 Greenwich St (ACE to Spring St, 1 to Canal St), 8p/$8. This is the fierce and fashionable Tamaryn's final "proper" NY show this month, before embarking on a tour w/ the Raveonettes, which is a genius way to cap off the NY fall/winter collections (if you haven't been paying attention, it's Fashion Week!). She performs again Saturday at MoMA PS1 (the Saturday Sessions), which should be compelling, but not quite the same as foggy, sweaty downtown Don Hill's, no? w/ Religious to Damn

* The Homewreckers + Clinical Trials @ Bruar Falls / 245 Grand St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, G to Lorimer), 8p/FREE. Fiercest local girl-punk that you will love b/c it's the closest you'll ever get to reliving the mid-'90s the way it SHOULD be relived.

* Marc Ribot @ The Stone / 16 Ave C (F to 2nd Ave), 10p/$20. The local guitar legend, whose playmanship spans Tom Waits, Elvis Costello and John Zorn (amid legions more) — and whose super-trio Ceramic Dog melted minds last month at (le) poisson rouge, capping off a monthlong residency there, regales in a solo set tonight, so close you can touch him!

* "Seriously Ecstatic: Joshua White at the Fillmore East, 1968-70" @ ISSUE Project Room / 232 3rd St, Gowanus (D/NR to 9th St/4th Ave), 8p/$10. Soundscreen Design presents the Joshua Light Show's legendary two years at Bill Graham's Fillmore East in an incredible archive, feat. music tonight by Gary Panter, Devin Flynn and Ross Goldstein in collaboration, plus White's own multi-channel video environment, ideal for ISSUE's performance space.

FRIDAY
* Paul Gabrielli "Generally" @ Invisible-Exports / 14A Orchard St. The deconstructionist sculptor plays with perception in compressing 3D objects and applying trompe l'oeil to his readymade works.

* Film Comment Selects @ Walter Reade Theatre / Lincoln Center at 65th St (1 to 66th St). Rawer than NYFF, more international than the, uh, region-specific film festivals, and 1000% cooler than Tribeca. FCS returns w/ over two dozen new productions and classics, many w/o stateside distribution (translation: see 'em now or maybe never see 'em again). The festival lasts through MAR 3 so I'll update w/ my favorites, and read on for this week's picks (each bears a FCS slug).

* "Sword of Doom" (dir. Kihachi Okamoto, 1966) screening @ Japan Society / 333 E 47th St (E/M to Lexington/53rd, 6 to 51st St), 7:30p. Okamoto's bracing jidaigeki plunges into the darkest recesses of the samurai oeuvre, with Tatsuya Nakadai as the tortured-soul badass taking it to the end of days.

* "Domaine" (dir. Patrick Chiha, 2009, France/Austria) @ Walter Reade Theatre / Lincoln Center at 65th St (1 to 66th St), part of FCS, 3:45p. Like closeup familial discomfort? Welcome to "Domaine", w/ the ineffably bizarre Béatrice Dalle as an alcoholic mathematician and object of her gay teenage nephew's fascination.

* "Hobo with a Shotgun" (dir. Jason Eisener, 2011, Canada/US) @ Walter Reade Theatre / Lincoln Center at 65th St (1 to 66th St), part of FCS, 11p. The winner of the Rodriguez/Tarantino "Grindhouse" fake-trailer contest has been expanded into, well, just like the title says: a crime-fightin' hobo w/ a lethal-ass shotgun, delivering brutal justice one shell at a time.

* "We Are What We Are" (dir. Jorge Michel Grau, 2010) @ IFC Center / 323 Sixth Ave (ACE/BDFM to W 4th St). The fact this tight-knit family practices a highly ritualized cannibalism is more underlying plot point than impetus for full-out carnage and cheap shock value. Grau plays it restrained and dark, permitting the family's own intrinsic drama to break into bleakest depravity.

* "Putty Hill" (dir. Matt Porterfield, 2010) @ Cinema Village / 22 E 12th St (NRW/L/456 to Union Square). A beautiful, haunting film set around a funeral in working-class Baltimore, by the director of the exquisite, meditative, hot-summer's-day "Hamilton". Finally in a proper NY screening run, too, so don't miss Porterfield's innate talent for framing a scene and letting the onscreen events naturally, organically develop.

* "Jaws" (dir. Steven Spielberg, 1975) midnight screening @ IFC Center / 323 Sixth Ave (ACE/BDFM to W 4th St). Good thing this is playing in February, b/c if it were July it'd dissuade you from going to the beach. I'm serious. If you've never seen "Jaws" (let alone on the silver screen), you owe it to yourself. From that early scene at dusk to the mayhem and bloodletting that transpires, it's one killer shark film that still resonates today. ALSO SAT/SUN

* Crystal Stilts + Beach Fossils @ 285 Kent Ave, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to March), 7:30p/$10 (advance tix available at Record Grouch / 441 Metropolitan Ave, Williamsburg). Those lovable Brooklyn surf/garage boys Beach Fossils have a new EP "What a Pleasure" dropping on the 22nd, so share in the preview tonight, w/ a hotter-than-hot lineup helmed by the glamorous and mighty Crystal Stilts (who ALSO have an album due, sometime). w/ Widowspeak

SATURDAY
* Andrzej Zielinski "Seven Screens" @ DCKT Contemporary / 237 Eldridge St. Can you handle garish Day-Glo color and funky, gritty textures?? If you caught the Berlin-based artist's previous show, well he takes it even further into color-cacophony land, filled w/ dead-screen laptops and sinister ATMs.

* Jane Fox Hippie "Blanks and Holes" @ DODGEgallery / 15 Rivington St. The NY debut for the Boston-based artist, whose textured and reductive palette paintings succinctly disturb their respective soothing minimalism by a foreign object, just like the title says.

* Corey McCorkle @ Maccarone Gallery / 630 Greenwich St. The NY-based artist's third show extracts from the spacious and eerie Desert de Retz, the 18th century garden near the Forest of Marly. The centerpiece of McCorkle's presentation is a five-channel projection "Zoetrope", incorporating still and tracking shots of the Desert's Broken Column.

* Sweet Bulbs @ Bruar Falls / 245 Grand St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford), 8p/$7. Recurring LIST-favs Sweet Bulbs whip up a maelstrom of fuzzy noise-pop in their live acts, w/ vocalist Inna the eye of that hurricane. w/ White Laces & Arches

* Mona Lisa Overdrive: La Big Vic + Mala Strana etc etc @ Silent Barn / 915 Wyckoff Ave, Ridgewood (L to Halsey, M to Myrtle/Wyckoff), 8p/. If the William Gibson reference didn't get your juices flowing, maybe you don't want to attend. But if you're cool, you won't want to miss this double offering of raw, electro and sci-fi inspired performances by La Big Vic, Mala Strana, Tiberius, Winks and more, w/ cosplay and live visuals figuring into the mix. Not quite the Sprawl, but the Barn's a close bet.

* Saturday Session @ MoMA PS1 / 22-25 Jackson Ave, Long Island City (E/M to 23rd St/Ely Ave, 7 to 45th Rd/Courthouse Sq), 4p. Feat. Tamaryn & Mirror Mirror dead-center in a sweaty audiovisual miasma, courtesy Thunder Horse Video and presented by NY-based creatives Lauren Devine and Patrik Sandberg. This should be VERY crowded, so claim your tix early (beginning 2p).

SUNDAY
* "Sweatshop" (dir. Stacy Davidson, 2010) screening @ Fat Black Pussycat / 130 W 3rd St (1 to Christopher St, ACE/BDFM to W 4th St), 5p (RSVP) + q&a w/ writer/producer Ted Geoghegan, producer John Torrani and Fangoria managing editor Michael Gingold. I'm going out on a limb here, so stay with me! Heard of "Mikadroid: Robokill Beneath Disco Club Layla", that Tomoo Haraguchi cyber-splatter classic from '91, that starred future J-horror director Kiyoshi Kurosawa, amid a cast of mostly quick-dying girls? That's…not exactly the same as "Sweatshop", a heavy-hitting horror flick feat. a welder-masked baddie busting ravers' cute heads w/ an oversized sledgehammer during a dodgy warehouse party. Super indie and insanely violent. I can't wait.

* "Cave of Forgotten Dreams" (dir. Werner Herzog, 2010, USA/France) @ Walter Reade Theatre / Lincoln Center at 65th St (1 to 66th St), part of FCS, 5:30p. Herzog in 3D, exploring 32,000 cave paintings in Chauvet, France. Nuff said.

* "I Saw the Devil" (dir. Kim Ji-woon, 2010, S. Korea) @ Walter Reade Theatre / Lincoln Center at 65th St (1 to 66th St), part of FCS, 1p. You are not ready for this. Ahead of its proper screen-run at IFC Center in two weeks is a dark sphere of depraved, gruesome energy, a revenge tale so sickening that it pushes the envelope way further than you'd ever dare. That said, I loved it. If you've seen Park Chan-wook's "Oldboy" and wondered what happened to that rugged slice of man-muscle named Choi Min-sik, well he's back as the evilest sociopath since Hannibal Lecter.

* Knyfe Hyts @ Secret Project Robot / 210 Kent Ave, Williamsburg (L to Bedford, JM to Marcy), 8p/$7. Brooklyn's heaviest, weirdest, fashion-iest no-wave noise-rockers Knyfe Hyts continue their monthly residency at SPR, feat. a super-limited hand-screened cassette release at each show. w/ Alien Whale

* Air Waves + Easter Vomit @ Bruar Falls / 245 Grand St, Williamsburg (L to Bedford), 8p/$7. Slip into a heavy blanket of lo-fi psychedelia, courtesy of Easter Vomit, before singer/songwriter Nicole Schneit brushes back the haze in her triumphant return to Brooklyn, w/ band Air Waves.

CURRENT SHOWS
* Pablo Picasso "Guitars: 1912-1914" @ MoMA / 11 W 53rd St (E/M to 5th Ave, 6 to 51st St). The titular instrument, represented here as a fragile paperboard setup and a ferrous sheet-metal construction, bookend this tightly focused gaze on the modern genius' pioneering cross-media Cubism. This is an incredibly brilliant show. MoMA's taken the time to inform via this detailed chart of the various mediums Picasso used in the exhibited collages, drawings, paintings and constructions, from mixing grit into oil paint for textural differentiation to highly detailed faux-bois and faux-marbre painting — mimicking woodgrain and marble — to incorporating newsprint and wallpaper as stand-ins for figuration. In short: everything here is badass. His "Guitar, Sheet Music, and Glass" (1912) barely looks like a guitar at all, but rather several floating contoured bits against a vivid wallpaper and detailed charcoal-drawn glass. "Bottle and Wineglass" (1912) is even more reductive, a matrix of charcoal and pencil lines echo cut-glass with a skinny rectangle of newsprint as the bottle. "Man With a Hat and a Violin" (1912, which I'm nearly positive was at the Met's Picasso exhibition), has the human form dodging in and out of fractured lines and planes of newsprint, the violin traced in F-holes. "Siphon, Glass, Newspaper and Violin" (1912, from Stockholm's Moderna Museet) incorporates newsprint in everything but the neatly drawn violin's neck and pegbox, though the "newspaper" itself is just the JOURNAL nameplate. "Guitar on a Table" (1912, from Dartmouth College's Hood Museum of Art) explodes into varying planes of faux-bois, green, pink and blue, recalling I guess a spring day. "Guitar, Gas Jet and Bottle" (1913, from the Scottish National Gallery) is all verticals and varying matte and shiny surfaces, thanks to Picasso's inclusion of varnish. Plus, he depicts a bottle of Catalan liqueur, Anise del Mono, with almost 3D semblance. The extraordinary "Box Table with Guitar" (1913, from a private collection) is "just" cut-paper and wallpaper pinned together and floating in its frame — it's incredibly ethereal and frail and a must-see. I could go on. There are like six dozen works on display, including the two guitar constructs. Take your time and revisit, b/c it's drawing crowds.
+ "Staging Action: Performance in Photography since 1960". This is less about performance captured in photography than photography involving some sort of performance. Does that make sense?? I liked some of it: Robin Rhode's "Untitled, Dream Houses" (2005) a 28-frame stop-action suite of the artist juggling a cascade of charcoal-drawn objects on a brick wall (table, TV, chair, bed, car) before capitulating under the weight, is both a sharp comment on consumerism and the omnipresent American Dream (though importantly he shot this in his native S. Africa) and brilliant display of technical mastery. There's a lot of nastiness elsewhere: one creepy wall goes from Bruce Nauman's slightly disquieting self-portraits to a Matthew Barney "Cremaster 3" still (its Vaseline frame eliciting a security guard and barrier), to Otto Muehl's painful and kinky "Transparent Packing" (1964). I was surprised to read the 'recent acquisition' tag that accompanied VALIE EXPORT's famous "Genital Panic" (1969) action, but props on MoMA for acquiring nonetheless. Plus there's four polaroids from Laurel Nakadate's "Lucky Tiger" (2009), six shots from Adrian Piper's disquieting series "Food For the Spirit" (1971), and the classic "Man and Woman #20" (1960) from Eiko Hosoe, a contrasty b&w print of the woman's head cupped in a headlock and, for all intents and purposes, appearing to be decapitated, preempting "Tomie" and all sorts of J-Horror classics.

* "Found in Translation" @ Guggenheim / 1071 Fifth Ave (456 to 86th St). An exhibition of eleven youngish international artists using translation as a tool for revisiting and re-appropriating history, sociopolitical issues, culture etc all via moving-image works (video, film, slides), separated into four annexes? Sounds like fun, right? I'll be honest: this one takes some time, particularly in teasing out the layered meanings and points-of-view from the works here (which run from a brief 4+ minutes, plus Sharon Hayes' indeterminately timed slide installation, to over an hour). But there's enough neat source material and creative output to warrant your time, esp. b/c many of these works are on loan from institutions abroad (and those owned by the Gugg are mostly debuted here). The "opening", if you count the lowest level as that, includes Hayes slide installation "In the Near Future" (2009), 13 projectors of the artist holding agitprop placards (both historically accurate and made up) in five cities in the U.S. and Europe, like "I am a man" (New York), "Wir Haben Ein Recht auf Arbeit" (Vienna) and the cheeky "When is this going to end" (London), filmed between 2005 and 2009. Next level up is the busiest, w/ another multi-screen work by Carlos Motta, "Six Acts: An Experiment in Narrative Justice" (2010), involving performers in Bogota, Colombia reading from assassinated left-wing radicals' speeches in the same public squares where they were murdered. You don't have to use the headphones to get the point, but you can. Sharif Waked's "To Be Continued…" (2009) is a long-player, but you may well get wrapped into it. He's dressed and acting the role of a soon-to-be suicide bomber, but instead of reading his last will and testament to the camera, he reads tearfully from "1001 Nights", using Scheherazade's words for an intriguing gender twist. Lisa Oppenheim's "Cathay" (2010) dual-projection is pretty cool, echoing Ezra Pound's titular 1915 text on Li Bai's classic 8th C. poem w/ images from NY's Chinatown, against a current word-for-word translation. Next level is the cinematic one, Keren Cytter's striking "Les Ruissellements du Diable" (2008), based off Julio Cortázar's story "Las Babas del Diablo" (the basis for Michelangelo Antonioni's "Blowup"), a 10-minute plunge into noir-surrealism that you should sit through. Plus Patty Chang's "The Product Love" (2009), a two-channel projection of people live-translating critic Walter Benjamin's text on Anna May Wong, thereby blurring his German w/ their English, plus a Chinese film crew and actors dramatizing 1928 meeting in Berlin. This played at Mary Boone Gallery in summer 2009 but it's dope to see again. Finally we reach the top and Steve McQueen's powerful coda "Once Upon a Time" (2002). Its completion date pins it as the oldest work here, plus it's got the longest runtime and you don't need to sit for all 70 minutes to "get" it. But "get" it you will: McQueen's taken imagery from the Golden Record, which accompanied Voyager I and II on their deep-space flights in 1977, in search of extraterrestrial life. But instead of the original scratchy soundtrack, McQueen's subbed in recordings of glossolalia, hyperbolizing what aliens "might" hear us as when those probes reach a faraway star. Immersed w/in this dark room, enveloped in words we cannot understand whilst viewing a blur of human accomplishments, earthly animals and landscapes.

* David Hammons @ L&M Arts / 45 E 78th St. The thought-provoking and elusive New York artist returns to the gallery from his spare and brilliant 2007 fur-coats exhibition with a show literally shrouded in mystery. Wildly colorful — or even garishly, tackily colorful, if you want to go that far — abstract paintings hang like in just any gallery exhibit, except Hammons' has concealed them in layers of torn plastic, or burlap, or drop-cloths. An antique dresser is shoved up against one, and what looks to be wetly-applied garbage bags climb up another. Two works upstairs are actually JUST plastic, one a ghostly, translucent layering, the other augmented by shiny black…but don't be surprised if you catch yourself contemplating these closely. Hammons upends boundary of art as hung and displayed and trash on the curb, hinting at the "beauty" wrapped within while maintaining a sly artsiness to the enveloping elements.

* Josh Smith @ Luhring Augustine / 531 W 24th St. What is painted, what is silkscreened and what is printed versions of the original works? Smith continues blurring that line in his extensive, exhaustive output of similar-sized abstract canvases and panels, luxuriously painted (or not?) with fiery maple leaves and medieval skeletons, plus some recurring fish and of course his name. A few instances include grids of works apparently assembled that way, then painted, creating overlapping swaths of color and imagery throughout. Plus, Smith's added oversized enamel-on-aluminum renderings of stop-signs, perhaps an echo of his prodigious output or a call to the viewer to slow down and look closer: as "same" as these paintings may appear, there's a lot of compositional refinement occurring just beneath the surface.

* Liz Larner @ Tanya Bonakdar Gallery / 521 W 21St St. Larner's debut at the gallery is a beauty, a methodical investigation into the formative practice of sculpture with Michelangelo Antonioni's modernist classic "The Red Desert" as reference. Everything is dope about this. The show itself works seamlessly as an installation, with each autonomous work purposefully placed and holding court in reference to its kindred. From the indeterminate sunset hues of vinyl coating the floor and snaking up the gallery walls and ceiling, to the cracked slabs of resin-y black, to the wall reliefs "Blue and Green" and "Lentous Rust", undulating, organic ceramics. Indeed, color is at much at play here as form and space.
+ Jason Meadows. Time for some fun. Meadows offsets the theory and focus of Larner's downstairs grouping w/ a sculpture of his own, "Weekend Project", which looks sort of like a Mustang engine (had to look that one up!), replete w/ actual wrench. He diffuses this ultra-macho display w/ riffs on Peanuts characters and "Holly Golightly", a suspended melange of tartan-patterned geometric planes, evoking the "Breakfast at Tiffany's" heroine and fashionistas today.

* Geoffrey Farmer "Bacon's Not the Only Thing that is Cured by Hanging From a String" @ Casey Kaplan Gallery / 525 W 21st St. I found this Vancouver native's NY gallery debut infinitely clever, far overshadowing my initial fears of the intended, uh, puppetry. Think of photocollage but 3D, equally fragile and feverishly meticulous. That's the beginning of his cheekily titled installation "Pulling Your Brains Out Through Your Nose", a forest of Pop-referential cutouts taped to cut coat-hangers occupying two gallery walls plus a bit more. Or his grouping of faux "lamp posts", these battery-powered LED posts painted then outfitted with a slew of dinky little cut and printed oddities, fabric and found objects (hats, shoes, purses, glasses) that slowly reveal themselves as you cycle about them.

* Francesco Vezzoli "Sacrilegio" @ Gagosian / 522 W 21st St. Understand something going into this Milan-based titillater's debut NY solo exhibition: it's gaudy and it's meant to get a rise out of you. If you can't hang w/ digs at religious imagery and pop idolatry (or if you've like never heard of Francesco Vezzoli before), I caution you: you might not dig it. That said, I didn't mind this, but then anything involving supermodels (rendered here in needlepoint, spewing dollar-sign tears, and riffing off classical Renaissance Madonnas) I'm good w/. He's transformed the gallery into a chapel, sorta, replete w/ "crypt of memory" video installation, feat. the artist's mother and a child echoing the Madonna (and thereby Vezzoli) even further. The walls lined w/ supermodel reinterpretations can be considered, then, as celebrity worship, literalized.

* "The Parallax View", curated by Manuel Gonzalez @ Lehmann Maupin / 540 W 26th St.This is definitely one of those shows where you need to see it in person, walk amidst the art, see how one relates to or plays off another — even across generations, b/c while the bulk of this is those mesmerizing light and space minimalists (Robert Irwin, Dan Flavin, Robert Smithson…uh, Robert Morris, to add another "Robert"), the situation transforms into something refreshingly different here. Like: I am coming around to digging Teresita Fernandez, really, despite my earlier bad experiences w/ her too-shiny, too-precious art. Her untitled 1997 work, which I swear looks like a perfectly still pool of water but is actually a floor-set mirror and scrim bordered in wood, plays well off Smithson's "Island Maze" (1971) drawings, which are then echoed in shape by Morris' serene lead and steel "Observatory" (1972), which is doubled by Eva Hesse's brilliant, textured plate and tubing. The side gallery provides a brilliant combo, Flavin's green fluorescents from 1975 shimmying up the wall, against spiky metal "Dibujo sin Papel" frames by Gego: her physicality and danger balance Flavin's colored gas, in an unlikely but totally perfect match.

* Tara Donovan "Drawings (Pins)" @ The Pace Gallery / 510 W 25th St. Donovan has really achieved something brilliant here in these "drawings" composed entirely of thousands of steel pins, which resemble textured reliefs up close (or substitute pins for pixels, and think of super-enlarging a low-res web image) and slightly fuzzy gradients and soap-bubble patterns from a distance.

* Alyson Shotz "Wavelength" @ Derek Eller Gallery / 615 W 27th St. The Brooklyn artist returns w/ a gorgeous viewer-interactive exhibition, grounded in the wall-spanning "Standing Wave", a thousand dichroic acrylic strips attached in stepped increments, creating this aurora borealis effect on the gallery wall that is among the baddest-ass installations I've seen in awhile. Her huge drawing "Sine", composed of yarn and pins, is an intriguing conversation-point to Tara Donovan's exhibition at The Pace Gallery, as this one too looks more physical (i.e. in ballpoint) than it actually is.

* Janet Biggs "The Arctic Trilogy" @ Winkleman Gallery / 621 W 27th St. Gallery debut by this NY-based artist, following her travels and filming in the extreme Svalbard islands, located between Europe and the North Pole. Three films, "In the Cold Edge" and "Fade to White" (both 2010) and the disarming "Brightness All Around" (2011), are featured. These screen huge, plunging you into the icy seas, glacial walls and admittedly claustrophobia-inducing ice caves. "Brightness All Around" was the immediate winner for me, interspersing shots of Bill Coleman performing in a dark theatre to a guitar-heavy soundtrack w/ coal-miner Linda Norberg navigating a newly excavated ice cave.

* Ellsworth Kelly "Reliefs 2009-2010" @ Matthew Marks Gallery / 522 W 22nd St + 532 W 24th St and "B&W Drawings" @ 526 W 22nd St. Way to draw sharp focus from these spectacle-heavy PYTs: have 87-year-old legend Kelly distill his palette to the nitty gritty (in this case, nearly totally b&w) and totally conquer most everything else out there. He expands on his prior restrictive-modicum w/ a new set of relief paintings, plus a slew of works on paper spanning 20 years, the modus and archive for these new works. You need to see everything, obvs: the upstairs 24th St space is more experimental and acts almost like an inclusive installation, five large canvases of gumdrop-shaped curves spanning blank canvas, except for the "Black Curve Diagonal" (2010) which I found cartoony and like a super-reductive nigiri rendering. The main 22nd St space is a solid octet of pointy reliefs, seven black polygonal shadows on white and one sharp "White Relief" that most resembles his hardedge style from decades earlier. Kelly throws everything into a whirl w/ the opening "White Curve" (2010), this glistening painted aluminum form both alienesque and enigmatic, that opens the show. The little 22nd St space adjacent housing his drawings his present methodology's time-capsule, as early collage studies from the mid-50s already had him pairing white planes over black, or vice versa, and the all-graphite "Study for 'Black Curve IV'" (1971) very closely echoes its 2010 kindred.

* Olivier Mosset @ Leo Koenig, Inc / 545 W 23rd St. The ceaselessly intriguing Conceptualist assembles 38 same-size black paintings covered in glossy truck-liner paint! Hell yes.

* Terence Koh "nothingtoodoo" @ Mary Boone Gallery / 541 W 24th St. Koh opened his solo exhibition by slow-circling an enormous hill of rock salt, shuffling on his knees, clad in requisite all-white. There was a spotlight on him and the room was full of rapt, bewildered and magnetized onlookers (some sharing these characteristics). He's still circling that salt mountain. There may be a change in this durational performance as it takes a toll on Koh's legs and the salt level drops, or he may keep going until the end. Just don't peek in and leave if you don't see him: his revolutions are in extra-slo-mo, so he may well be hidden behind the salt's rise, shuffling along.

* John Beech "The State of Things" @ Peter Blum Chelsea / 526 W 29th St. Beech is still encasing painted rags and work-gloves in Plexiglas and creating "coated" images, though his shinily taped prints of Reutlingen Factory Yard and Stagg St, Brooklyn feel even more "found" than his earlier enamel-covered photography. And while he retains that industrial vibe throughout, his Tang orange "Rolling Platform", half off its casters, recalls both Tony Price's original 6-ft "Die" and Charles Ray's luminous similar-sized cube of ink.

* Los Carpinteros "Rumba Muerta" @ Sean Kelly Gallery / 528 W 29th St. The Cuban duo return to the gallery w/ more transformative works involving really neat materials, w/ perhaps "Cuarteto" the most immediately obvious. It's a salsa band — drums, congas and upright bass — "melted" into brightly colored pools on the floor, recalling both an energetic performance and a psychological breakdown. "Sala de Lectura Ovalada", filling the back gallery w/ its skeletal MDF framework, is an empty reading room taking its shape from panopticon prisons. The glare off "Luces del Estadio del Pueblo", meanwhile, reflects both Havana's PanAmerican stadium's lights and the acute financial crisis that followed afters its realization in '91.

* Larry Poons @ Danese / 535 W 24th St. I draw your attention to "396" (2010), one of several new vibrant paintings by Poons that actually has a title (easier to denote that way, instead of "that big greenish one on the south wall"), to call out his wonderful methodology as a figurative painter. Confused? His works are not just about texture and lots and lots of layered color, like a painting left out of the rain. Poons' style, gestural though it may be, captures brilliant landscapes and "moments", like this one, abstract enough to warrant multiple responses, but I see it as a late Monet footbridge, almost, in the evening, with with this festive energy. The lolling hills, a blur through a train window, or just that soft-focus you get from rousing yourself from an after-picnic siesta, embodies "Louisville, Nashville, Montgomery" (2009), those townships in one huge horizontal. Or an untitled vertical work from 2009, all fiery yellows on top and deeper hues underneath, again like a late Monet (his allé of trees) but as a cropped-in detail. Fantastic!

LAST CHANCE
* Lee Lozano "Tools" @ Hauser & Wirth / 32 E 69th St. Just plain excellent. Put this exhibition high on your must-see list and do just that. Lozano was a brilliantly tortured soul, brimming with genius, whose life WAS her art, as she pursued stricter conceptualist practices in the '70s that drew her away from the art-world (and thereby the public eye). So her surviving physical oeuvre is limited, but terribly intense, and it is fortuitous of the gallery for hosting this rare collection of drawings and paintings of tools from 1963-4, during Lozano's raw expressionist "comix" period in NYC. Think massive clamps and shadowed screws, a hammer-head blurred into motion, wrenches so biomechanical to make Giger blush. One hardcore razorblade titled "hard". More macho and sexier than Claes Oldenburg's suggestive tools. Lozano would eventually turn to Minimalism, in her late-'60s "Wave" paintings, and then fully into the Conceptual practices that moved her into obscurity. I really wish she were alive today, or had still been "making art" in the '70s and '80s. While Eva Hesse died young (against her control) and therefore had a brief career and Lozano self-truncated her own career, I still strongly note this connection of originality and vitality b/w the two artists. Few exhibits move me like this one.

* Piotr Uklański "Discharge!" @ Gagosian / 980 Madison Ave. I wanted to like this exhibit way more than I did, in the end. It's been a few years since NY had an Uklański show (his last, "Biało-Czerwona", lit. "white-red", practically christened the gallery's 21st St space), so I was ready. There's some spectacle here, but no mammoth resiny paintings, no soaring sculpture, no gruesome mixed-media installation (nor any thought-provoking video). No, this chameleon's entire output is a bunch of nouveau tie-dyed paintings. Not that spin art that Damien Hirst did (or still does): stretched cotton bedsheets attacked with fiber-reactive dyes and bleach, producing saturated starbursts and corrosive pattens. He sourced his fabrics at Ikea and Bloomingdales (according to the gallery's press release) and made these eye-watering works — plus had fun naming them, if "Orgasmatron" and "Atomic Ovum" are to be believed. The odd one out, a garish pottery relief called "Kinda Kinky", echoes the tie-dyes in 3D, and it's meaty enough to sink ones teeth into. Overall, not my cup of tea. Maybe yours?

* Mika Tajima "New Humans" @ Elizabeth Dee / 545 W 20th St. A lovely chromatic chaos, as Tajima deconstructs a 1970's Herman Miller Action Office system into a modular installation of mini painted cubicles (or prisons), some doubling as bulletin boards for additional paintings, and vintage ergonomic kneeling chairs. Accessibility denied! Her gridded spray-painted acrylic frames lining the gallery walls, "Furniture Art" (after Erik Satie's "Musique d'ameublement") are as much architectural references as mindless visual eye-candy, meant perhaps to make office hell a bit more bearable. Though if she were called in to redesign a proper office, I would be down for that.

* Christian Marclay "The Clock" @ Paula Cooper Gallery / 534 W 21st St. This is a brilliant "time waster". That's tongue-firmly-in-cheek, obvs, b/c I loved Marclay's new 24-hour film. The concept is terribly simple: Marclay has culled tons (thousands? more?) of film footage of timepieces — wristwatches, clocks of all kinds — and sewn them into a flowing realtime narrative synchronized to the actual time it's screened. Meaning: I went at 6:20p, stayed until 6:45p, and all the excerpts I viewed occurred during those 25 minutes in the evening. People around the dinner table, people leaving work in a downpour, Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson quixotically staring at a Mac computer in "Zoolander", Keanu Reeves leaving the Oracle's kitchen in "The Matrix"…and so on. Plus, the gallery-hangar converted into a screening-room was like a cozy charcoal-colored cocoon, and a full-house to boot. The final 24-hr screening begins this Friday and you KNOW there will be a queue (hint: it's worth it).

* Gia Edgveradze "Stolen Blanket & Other Short Stories" @ STUX Gallery / 530 W 25th St. A career-spanning exhibition from the Georgian-born, German-based Conceptualist, the 1st of its kind in N. America — indeed yet again an instance of a challenging, creative artist who shows widely across Europe (and Russia!) but not in the states. Don't miss it: Edzgveradze tiptoes on gender-bending and patriarchy-busting anthems in his "Dancing Bride" series (from the late '90s), his mammoth, brushwork-like "The Big Bra" (1990), even his stunning, mixed media triptych, created from sketched projected enlargements of other sketches, perforated paper and confetti on wood panel, the entire effect mimicking Georgian calligraphic script. He continually superimposes image over image, and himself into these images, resulting in a blanketed text so interwoven with history and personal reflection that, like alluded in the show-title, you might want to claim it for yourself.

* Seth Price @ Friedrich Petzel Gallery / 535 W 22nd St. Take your pick in Price's latest A/V installation, a bank of video booths containing the artist's own narrated ghost stories (like "The Rolling Skull", shown against religious extremist video) and music videos (like "Happy Boots" a cheery psychedelic 2 1/2 minutes).

* Joe Bradley "Mouth and Foot Paintings" @ Gavin Brown's Enterprise / 620 Greenwich St. Bradley goes Paleolithic with his debut at Gavin Brown, slathering on the paint and scraping out brutally figurative abstracts on raw, dropcloth canvas. He worked the elements out on his studio floor, hence the dribbles, foot-tracks, markings and other loving, historical elements imbued in their respective surfaces.

* Joe Bradley "Human Form" @ Canada / 55 Chrystie St. The second of concurrent Bradley solo shows in NYC (the other Paleolithic affair is at Gavin Brown's Enterprise) is way subtler, but still ballsily masculine. It's a set of black-ink silkscreened silhouettes in full-on Bangles posing on white canvas. He alluded to this in a billboard outside Gavin Brown, but the arrangement and potential movement of the figures in Canada's bunker-like space (everyone poised in stop-animation like Keith Haring characters) amplifies the experience.

* David Stephenson "Light Cities" @ Julie Saul Gallery / 535 W 22nd St. This veteran photographer's management of light over nighttime urban skies is really enthralling. The triptych of Melbourne around the Rialto Tower bears a "Blade Runner" luminescence, and Tokyo seen from its bay and Tokyo Tower is a futuristic wonderland.

* Patrick Jacobs "Familiar Terrain" @ Pierogi Gallery / 177 N 9th St, Williamsburg. I love this exhibition's title: it felt totally appropriate as I practically dove face-first into the warm, endless meadows realized in Jacobs' awesome works — they're a combo of meticulous diorama and convex Claude glass lenses, so they appear as 3D photographs. I count myself the requisite city-dweller, a hardcore urbanite who likes his parks but is most comfortable on pavement, transit platforms and structures several stories off the ground. But I was beyond charmed by these swaths of greenery, recalling everything from some English glade to upstate New York, just off the beaten path. "Fairy Ring with English Daisies" (2010) bears a flattened oval of grass in its foreground. The tiny "Dandelion Cluster" (a 2-inch lens) is stuffed to the brim w/ thistles and that blossoming weed, like seeing it from the POV of tall grass. Water features, distant powerlines, water-towers, and other elements slowly reveal themselves in Jacobs' compositions, as our eyes soar back toward the horizon. This Cali-born, Brooklyn-based enchanter is featured in the upcoming "Otherworldly: Optical Delusions and Small Realities" group exhibition at the Museum of Arts and Design — but those feelings of delight when peering into a Jacobs' lens are totally natural.

* Robin HIll "Case Discussions" @ Lennon, Weinberg Inc / 514 W 25th St. I like the concept: Hill incorporates decommissioned lab equipment from the University of California at Davis' flea market (she's a member of studio faculty) in this exhibition, turning out wax- and cloth-filled projectors and desks reminiscent of Piero Manzoni crossed w/ Rona Pondick. Only thing is, Hill's telltale cyanotypes (a few are present here) are totally lost in the noise.

* "L'insoutenable L'egerete de L'etre" @ Yvon Lambert / 550 W 21st St. Translation "The unbearable lightness of being", but it sounds way cooler en Français. This is a joint group show at the gallery's NY and Paris locations, named after Milan Kundera's 1984 novel, and feat. a genre- and generational-spanning cast of the sublime and nightmarish. The artists conjure a range of human emotion, and there's no clean path through, so take your chances. Lawrence Weiner's "1/2 Empty, 1/2 Full, Whatsoever", w/ its sharp diagonal plummet into the circled "whatsoever", is typical of some feelings stirred up here. It faces a wall of vivid Andres Serrano prints, some softer portraits but also Klansmen, morgue "portraits" and the unsettling "The Interpretation of Dreams", from the University of Chicago's Renaissance Society's 2008 "Black Is, Black Ain't" exhibition. Of the several videos here (all in TVs placed directly on the gallery floor), if you should accidentally look at Hermann Nitsch's classic grueling bacchanalia "6 Tage-Spiel" (1998) (replete w/ animal slaughter, marching bands, a pseudo crucifixion, mass intoxication), then I encourage you to seek out David Claerbout's lulling "Cat and Bird in Peace" (1996), which is just what it sounds like, a cat and a bird sharing the same space, not messing w/ one another. It's fantastic.

* Ulf Puder @ Ana Cristea Gallery / 521 W 26th St. Neo Rausch might be the best-known name of the 1st Gen. Leipziger Hochschule, but Puder's debut stateside puts him firmly in the need-to-know for younger Eastern European artists. I love these stark, uninhabited landscapes, filled w/ ramshackle buildings seemingly poised at either post-aftermath or approaching unseen destruction.

* "Offset Summary" @ Rachel Uffner Gallery / 47 Orchard St. Oh I dug this. The exhibition title and concept stems from spatial intervention and reconfiguration. Back in the day, a different space occupied this gallery, and in it was a Lawrence Weiner work "A 36" x 36" Removal to the Lathing or Support Wall of Plaster or Wallboard from a Wall" (1968). That 40+year old Weiner remains here, sort of, as a covered-over remnant, and it's the jumpoff for a five-artist intrigue. Begin w/ Yves Klein's iconic "Le Saut dans le Vide/Leap into the Void" (1960), retained here as yellowed newsprint from the front page. The literal removal and doubling in this early photomontage harkens back to the semi erasure of the Weiner. LA-based Kathryn Andrews adds some contemplative action w/ one heavy-metal sculpture, a mirrored dresser described w/ a b&w portrait seemingly discarded/forgotten on its surface. Zak Kitnick's metal-on-MDF 'collages' are like Constructivist-style microchips blown up to memoir-size. Mary Simpson collaborates w/ curator/writer Fionn Meade on the very short film "Marsyas", its own abstract of the music-savvy satyr from Greek mythology.

* Ray Caesar "A Gentle Kind of Cruelty" @ Jonathan LeVine Gallery / 529 W 20th St. I never thought I'd use "painterly" in the same breath as Ray Caesar, the dark alchemist of macabre babydolls rendered in 3D modeling software, but that adjective is apropos in his latest body of work. He's softened the edges of many of his creepy, biomorphic girls, not so much treated them w/ the blur presets in Photoshop but rather this overall weathered, muted old-style drama. Then again, the varnish treatments on the final UltraChrome on Dibond prints, like "Second Sight" (w/ its amorphous green-gas backdrop) and the diffuse spotlight on "Totentanz", works wonders, too. Though compare w/ the untreated UltraChrome prints, like the fine mist hanging over "Day Trip", and that softness remains. It puts his trademark slick production skills, like on "Silent Partner" (devilishly kinky, but more throwback to Caesar's earlier works), into razor-sharp focus.

* Heinz Mack "Early Metal Reliefs, 1957-67" @ Sperone Westwater / 257 Bowery. I like to call this "heavy metal reliefs". But seriously, it's a great array, all shiny steely surfaces that reflect or protrude their pointy edges. The bulk of the exhibition is hung salon-style between the 1st and 2nd Fls (this occurred during Bruce Nauman's show, too, and I wonder if it's a blessing and curse of the gallery's taller, skinnier structure), making so you have to ascend the 2nd Fl to clearly see the top row, and even then you can't get close to them. The range here, shreds of aluminum like a metal-coated piano ("Meine kleine Klaviatur", 1960) or marking a wooden surface like a shark's prickly dermis ("Große Lichtrelief", 1965), or the amusing frozen explosion of shards of glass and aluminum enclosed in Plexiglas ("Grosses Splitter-Bild", 1966), seemingly cueing Anselm Reyle three decades before the fact. The 2nd fl is a quickie, some pretty cool Op-ish works on paper, or rather silver spray on silver foil, and the delicate "Box of Light Spirals", 1966. The 3rd Fl. contains the frightening MOVING Mack sculpture, forays incl. the rough-hewn "Nacht-Licht-Skulptur", 1970 (resembling a screwdriver's head magnifying like 10000), plus the regal "Stele mit Lichtpunkten", 1987, an obelisk of Plexiglas and transparent foil, facing out onto the Bowery's rooftops.

* "Paintings & Sculptures" @ Skarstedt Gallery / 20 E 79th St. Beyond that innocently vague title lies a monster, in the form of Mike Kelley's classic "Torture Table" (1992) his macho do-it-yourself woodworking apparatus grounded in pain and emasculation. Upstairs is relatively kinder, a rather gorgeous (if perhaps quite visceral) Carroll Dunham "Sixth Pine" (1987), painted on pine veneer, a textural Christopher Wool enamel on aluminum, crackling with dark energy, plus a ghostly Albert Oehlen from '89.

* Brendan Flanagan "Sightlines" @ Thierry Goldberg Projects / 5 Rivington St. Flanagan's debut stateside solo show is a B-movie success, far as I'm concerned. He's got an excellent handle on controlling his media, coating panels with hazy gradients of oil paint, then introducing his melty, multicolored figures on top, oozily ominous monsters and victims in wet acrylic, practically sliding off the surface. The tiny gallery echoes the creepshow factor, making this more a cohesive installation than just a bunch of paintings hung in a white-box space. Really dope.