Eli Diner

  • Matt Sheridan Smith

    Though it may be inadvisable, let’s begin with the press release. The text that Matt Sheridan Smith produced for his recent exhibition “Widow: Fig.3 Ep.1” didn’t merely gloss the show’s themes and forms, but rather played an active role in their production. He begins with the famous opening line of Kafka’s Metamorphosis, only here Gregor Samsa has been replaced by “the widow,” who is transformed not into a “giant insect” but a “Figure.” The show hinged to a large extent on that final, prismatic term—figure—a word whose meanings include shape and pattern, one’s physical appearance or

  • Mathis Altmann

    Amid the rubble lay a bottle of booze. A toilet was wedged in the wreckage. The pope, perched atop an ash heap, spread his arms in benediction. These were just a few of the chintzy plastic miniatures lodged among the crags and craters of Mathis Altmann’s dozen grapefruit-size assemblages that dangled from the ceiling, over a thick carpet of mulch, in his recent exhibition “Psycho Bombs.” The viewer, once drawn in to scrutinize these ruptured concrete-and-detritus globes, might have looked quizzically upon the seeming incongruity between the whimsical toys and the desolation of their settings.

  • Isabelle Cornaro

    The establishing shot arrives almost halfway through Isabelle Cornaro’s Figures,2011. It’s not much of a wait; the film runs only two and a half minutes. But with this long shot comes a delicate shift in tone and, seemingly, in intention. The scene could almost pass for the Hollywood trick (familiar from Body Double, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and a dozen other movies about movies) in which an opening sequence is abruptly revealed as a film take: We’re not where we thought we were; we’re on set.

    Cornaro is an artist of drifts and quiet permutations, and her version of this maneuver is miniaturized

  • Made in L.A. 2014

    Featuring two-hundred-odd works from only thirty-five participants, Made in L.A. 2014 (like all regional-survey shows) will no doubt provide ample grounds for outrage over its omissions and inclusions. But the roster of artists and artist-run organizations assembled for the second edition of the Hammer Museum’s biennial of Los Angeles art seems like a fair recapitulation of the city’s current state of affairs.The show will include Wu Tsang, Judy Fiskin, and Jibade-Khalil Huffman, who have each taken some corner of Southern California as subject or

  • Samara Golden

    Four, maybe five scenes made up Samara Golden’s sprawling exhibition “Mass Murder,” though clear boundaries were not easily distinguishable. One room spilled into the next, and sounds bled through the walls. The overall effect was disorienting, at times delirious, and scenes may not have appeared quite the same going as they did coming. I call them scenes, though one might think that environments, situations, or tableaux would serve just as well. But there was a heightened theatricality to the exhibition, a gruesome domestic drama, at once high camp and genuinely unsettling.

    With its gloomy mood

  • John Divola

    It is only fitting that photographer John Divola’s midcareer survey, “As Far as I Could Get,” would be spread across three California museums in three different counties. Those who have managed to see it all surely didn’t see it all in a day, and this insertion of ellipses into the viewer’s experience seems apt for a body of work concerned with temporalities, the photographic suspension of movement and stasis, and the poetics of presence and absence.

    The show’s curators, Britt Salvesen, Karen Sinsheimer, and Kathleen Howe, eschewed chronology and threaded Divola’s thematic interests throughout

  • picks November 22, 2013

    Jörg Immendorff

    The brown one squeezes the yellow one, tugs at rolls of fat, and pinches a ballooning cheek. Eyes shut and red lips purse as if breathing a sigh of deep pleasure: it’s an ecstatic, flabby embrace. These are nice babies.

    “Nice” was a watchword for Jörg Immendorff in the 1960s. “Artists be nice to the people”; “Be nice to everybody”; “You are nice”: slogans promulgated by Immendorff and his performers while donning baby masks. This welcomed exhibition of the artist’s early work, spanning from 1964 to 1969, demonstrates the development of his corpus of repeating cartoon figures and symbols—cute and

  • picks September 30, 2013

    Sean Kennedy

    Over smears, splotches, and oozes of color, corporate logos accrue through impulsive repetitions in Sean Kennedy’s new untitled paintings. A delirious little fracas—or a cloyed and weary reconciliation—between Pop and abstraction plays out across fifteen identically sized Plexiglas shadow boxes. At times merging with painted passages, at times disrupting them, cheap consumer commodities rest beneath the plastic panes in some works: electric outlet plates, disposable razors, Pez dispensers. Inert and somehow flatter than the churning surfaces, the objects sit there, a reminder of Pop’s celebrated

  • picks May 20, 2013

    Channa Horwitz

    Writing in 1976 about drawings from Channa Horwitz’s series “Variations and Inventions on a Rhythm,” Lucy Lippard observed: “Logically they are flat and anchored to the grid, but their transformations implies freedom, the third dimension—space in which to act.” Horwitz herself was anchored to the grid, devoting decades to explorations of that form. In an exhibition suddenly rendered a valediction—opening just two weeks before the artist’s death on April 29—we find brought to the fore that third dimension and space in which to act that Lippard discerned in those early rule-driven, modulating

  • picks February 14, 2013

    Robert Gober

    “Follow ev’ry rainbow, till you find your dream!” So goes a line from the refrain of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Climb Ev’ry Mountain,” a song featured in The Sound of Music and saturated with the—musty but still pervasive—American myths of possibility and self-reliance. Inspirational ardor darkens, and the words take on a bleaker tone when read off a framed lyric sheet in the midst of one of Robert Gober’s current exhibitions, which together span both of Matthew Marks’s LA spaces and extend his ongoing examination of the perversity of everyday objects and the eruptions of the political unconscious

  • picks December 12, 2012

    Kishio Suga

    On the heels of last spring’s “Requiem for the Sun,” the excellent survey of Mono-ha, Blum & Poe has once again teamed up with curator Mika Yoshitake for a retrospective of a key participant in the loose-knit group, Kishio Suga. The Mono-ha artists, who in the late 1960s and early ’70s created installations out of industrial and natural materials, can be easily situated against the backdrop of Japan’s postwar economic miracle and the upheavals of the student movement, and affinities with Arte Povera and process art allow their work to be folded into an international post-Minimal turn. Some of

  • picks November 25, 2012

    Steven Arnold

    Steven Arnold is remembered—if maybe only dimly—for his 1970 psychedelic film Luminous Procuress and photographed tableaux vivants of the 1980s and ’90s. The former, one of a handful of films Arnold made in the late ’60s and early ’70s, became an underground hit, and its hour-plus procession of orgiastic vignettes delighted Dalí. Collected in three now out-of-print books, the tableaux issue intricate little operas, drawing on folk art, sci-fi, and the fin de siècle. The small but welcome survey “Steven Arnold: Cabinet of Curiosities” is meant to shed light on a manifold career cut short by AIDS

  • picks October 06, 2012

    Ei Arakawa

    Staging antic, chaotic, and often collaborative performances at galleries, fairs, and museums on several continents, Ei Arakawa has racked up a bounty of airline miles. In his debut solo exhibition in LA, “I am an employee of UNITED, Vol. 2” —volume one occurred at Galerie Neu in Berlin two years ago—Arakawa satirically scrutinizes this globetrotting lifestyle, offering, in an accompanying text, the travel strategies of the itinerant performance artist: “Inside our carry-ons . . . there are objects not claimed as art. Those objects are almost like tools, yet too precious and fragile to send them