Dawn Chan

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  picks December 21, 2007

  Andrew Kuo

  If artists like Sophie Calle and Tracey Emin have long employed self-confession for its arresting aberrancy, Andrew Kuo explores a newer, gentler incarnation of self-disclosure, one made familiar by blogs and YouTube. Kuo began a blog in 2005, and his colorful, obsessive graphs documenting his experiences as an indie-rock showgoer attracted enough attention that the New York Times ultimately featured his work in its music pages. In “What Me Worry,” the artist continues to use quirky (and sometimes hilariously haphazard) infographics to render extreme introspection visual. The bar graph in Some

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  diary October 29, 2007

  Nico Icon

  New York

  With all their chatter about Takashi Murakami, Richard Prince, and the virtues of selling out and “performing” the system, art-world insiders would be remiss not to consider the variegated projects of young composer Nico Muhly. Muhly’s Juilliard pedigree, and his studies with composition straight men John Corigliano and Christopher Rouse, put him in pole position to inherit contemporary music’s small audiences and sparse venues. But Muhly won’t have it. A formidable intellect who speaks excitedly—and at an art auctioneer's pace—about everything from Paul Smith (one of his favorite designers) to

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  picks October 28, 2007

  “Restore”

  “Restore” aims to bring together works that rethink and retell their creators’ “authentic experiences.” Absent, however, are the highly insular vocabularies one might expect in such art. Instead, even the show’s sparser—or more specific—pieces reference the larger-scale predicaments of Hong Kong culture. Wallace Chang Ping-hung’s sculptures, stacks of dim-sum steamers towering precariously above eye level, are humorous caricatures of bamboo and become heartbreaking when seen as futile postconsumption reconstructions of nature—perhaps an apt parallel to the local government’s conversion of

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  picks October 09, 2007

  Quentin Curry

  Using a unique process in which successive layers of pigment are leached through fabrics onto his canvases, Quentin Curry has created a series of paintings that depict explosive illumination and postexplosion detritus. A tone of nihilistic celebration pervades the works: Mexican-style skulls conjure Dia de los Muertos revelries, what seem like searchlights suggest a nighttime aerial raid, and a tropical sunset glimpsed through sliding doors evokes the living-room view of a Florida retiree in his last years. The best pieces in the show have in common Curry’s treatment of light, which he by turns

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  diary August 03, 2007

  Animal Farm

  Long Island

  At last Saturday’s summer benefit for the Watermill Center—the annual Hamptons bash thrown by the institution’s founder, Robert Wilson—art and corporate sponsorship dovetailed with unusual ease, all the way down to the evening’s animal theme: “VOOM Zoo” (a not-so-subtle nod to the HD-TV provider). To that end, arriving guests were greeted by a photo-op alongside artist Andrey Bartenev’s performers, who wore frog costumes bedecked with ads.

  Reeds and torches lined the steps leading up to the Watermill’s main hall, through which guests had to pass in order to reach the party. For the evening's

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  picks August 01, 2007

  Futoshi Miyagi

  To the extent that Futoshi Miyagi’s recent works and the offerings of Kaikai Kiki’s artists both peddle visions of Japanese childhood, Miyagi’s newest show functions as a welcome, timely foil to the ubiquitous anime-inspired output of Takashi Murakami and his like-minded brood. Where these progeny of the Superflat movement are interested in products and characters with universal appeal, Miyagi’s take on growing up stems from private memories barely accessible to himself, let alone a horde of six-year-olds weaned on cartoons. The Okinawa-born artist alludes to personal experience through a mix

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  picks May 08, 2007

  Tim Hawkinson

  Humorous and solipsistic are two terms that have been used to describe Tim Hawkinson’s art—quite a mix, if you consider that humor aims to please an audience, while solipsism renders any such audience superfluous. Perhaps obsessive self-portraiture and extroverted drollery meet best in The Fin Within, 1995, in which an elegant aluminum mermaid’s tail, cast from the space between Hawkinson’s legs, suggests both sexual frustration and gender confusion. In Ranting Mop Head (Synthesized Voice), 1995, humor takes an absurd turn: Synthetic vocal cords—consisting of motors, valves, and compressed

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  diary April 18, 2007

  Net Benefit

  New York

  Am I the only one disconcerted by the decor at Chelsea megaclub Hiro Ballroom? Any flat surface that isn’t wood-paneled is embellished with either kanji characters or questionable pseudoerotic tableaux. Otherwise, it’s a lovely space, and Rhizome.org, the New Museum’s new-media affiliate, which curates both real-world and virtual art exhibitions, made the most of the intimate lighting and cozy booths for its benefit on Monday evening. Organized by director Lauren Cornell, the event featured three bands with legs in the art world—Gang Gang Dance, Professor Murder, and YACHT—and multimedia artist

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  picks March 21, 2007

  Amy Cutler

  With a predilection for gravity-defying structures made delicate by Amy Cutler’s use of thin, wobbly lines, the thirteen graceful gouaches in this exhibition compound the artist’s previous imagery—women with deer limbs; upside-down tree houses—to reveal a central interest: structures of support that undergird the mundane yet chimerical rituals she has imagined for her paintings’ female subjects. In Siberian Jackfruit, 2007, a woman on a scaffold picks fruit from trees with the aid of a rustic, jury-rigged mechanical arm, while her companions, seated on harnessed reindeer, look on. When women