Michael Wilson

  • Zofia Rydet

    If she is now remembered at all, Polish photographer Zofia Rydet (1911–97) is probably best known for “Zapis Socjologiczny” (Sociological Record), 1978–88. This epic cycle of images—her last—consists of more than thirty thousand negatives and documents the humble realities of Polish village life, focusing in particular on ordinary people at home. The black-and-white shots, though predictably gritty, aren’t quite as dry as their censuslike title suggests; many celebrate a surprising flair for interior decoration on the part of their otherwise unassuming subjects. “The World of Feelings

  • Matt Keegan

    Titling his recent exhibition for Milton Glaser’s iconic I♥NY logo but replacing the original’s stylized heart with a stylized apple, Matt Keegan framed the show as a tribute—albeit a periodically ambivalent one—to the city. In an interview that takes the place of a press release, Keegan grills the veteran designer about, among other things, his negotiation of the myriad changes that New York has undergone in the course of Glaser’s lengthy career. The designer is philosophical, admitting that times are still tough for many, but finally sides with his hometown: “It’s hard for me to

  • diary August 03, 2011

    Upstate, Downstate

    THE TINY UPSTATE BURG of Hudson, New York, is a mere two hours from Manhattan via Amtrak, but still holds out the promise of escape from the stresses and strains of the city’s always-“on” gallery circuit. Hudson’s days as a center of vice—prior to a 1951 cleanup, its two square miles were apparently chockablock with gambling dens and brothels—are long gone, and the main drag now sprouts antique stores and stylish cafés where once there were seedy gin joints. Last weekend, however, wasn’t one for a low-key break; NADA was staging an event at the Basilica Hudson, and within five minutes of taking

  • diary July 15, 2011

    Parrish the Thought

    DEPARTING FROM AN ANONYMOUS STREET CORNER in midtown Manhattan, the Hampton Jitney (a basic bus that’s the transport of choice for those embarrassingly bereft of the true convenience that only a private helicopter can offer) doubles as a whistle-stop tour of some less tony neighborhoods as it barrels out of town. Among these is Long Island City, and since we had hit the road on a summer Saturday, my fellow escapees and I were treated to a view of the line that wraps itself around MoMA PS1 whenever the institution’s seasonal Warm Up parties are in session.

    The club kids who brought up the rear

  • Talia Chetrit

    There was nothing outwardly difficult about Talia Chetrit’s second New York solo show; eight modestly scaled, soberly framed black-and-white photographs—all but one made this year—ranged evenly around the walls of a small gallery. The prints themselves look simple, too, or at least pared-down. But in her crisp, elegant shots, Chetrit makes everything count, bringing sculptural concerns to bear on a two-dimensional form and referring to historical precedents even as she launches an inquiry into the future of the image. There’s no apparent digital manipulation here, and most compositions

  • diary May 19, 2011

    Coast to Coast

    FRAMED IN GENTLE OPPOSITION to a perceived “cultural amnesia” about the art-world significance of Los Angeles, “Greater LA” gathers work by some forty-seven of the city’s artists in the appropriately sprawling environs of a supersize SoHo loft. Organized by art advisor Eleanor Cayre, New Museum curator Benjamin Godsill, and Untitled Gallery boss Joel Mesler, the show is thus aimed less at introducing new names and more at reminding New Yorkers that many of their fave raves likely share the same West Coast stomping ground. And while an introductory wall text quoting Anthony Kiedis’s lyrics for

  • diary May 02, 2011

    Archive Fever

    “ARE YOU TECHNICOLOR?” Squeezing into my seat at a cramped table for Anthology Film Archives’s eighteenth annual Film Preservation Honors Dinner and fortieth-anniversary benefit concert at City Winery last Wednesday evening, I was unprepared for what seemed like an unusually abstract conversation starter. I felt fine, but this flamboyant-sounding descriptor might have been pushing it somewhat. As it turned out however, my tablemates—all employees of cineast video distributors the Criterion Collection—had been anticipating the arrival of a higher-up from the famed film production company. But

  • “Marco Brambilla: The Dark Lining”

    Having graduated from commercial filmmaking (he directed the 1993 sci-fi actioner Demolition Man) to video installation and photography, Marco Brambilla will make his solo museum debut with an array of eight works produced since 1999.

    Having graduated from commercial filmmaking (he directed the 1993 sci-fi actioner Demolition Man) to video installation and photography, Marco Brambilla will make his solo museum debut with an array of eight works produced since 1999. Visitors may have to forgo popcorn, but they will see the Los Angeles–based artist capitalize on his considerable technical know-how by weaving appropriated film and TV footage into some formally showy but critically astute tableaux, two of which will be projected in 3-D HD. These works address such modest topics as heaven and hell (Civilization

  • Paul Gabrielli

    For the major part of Paul Gabrielli’s sophomore solo exhibition, “Generally,” half a dozen everyday institutional features—a railing, a fire alarm, a soap dispenser, etc.—installed around the gallery’s front room at points appropriate to the functions they reference, were afflicted with awkward protrusions. Each artifact hosted a parasite that glommed onto its surface, evoking a tumor or a tick before any form of assemblage blessed with an art-historical pedigree. Here Gabrielli blended the found, the manipulated, and the constructed to loosen the hold of use value over even the most

  • diary April 11, 2011

    Sound Mind and Body

    “IF YOU’RE FROM NEW YORK, you’ll know this one.” As the image of an eye patch–sporting Kurt Russell flashed across twin screens behind the stage at West Village destination Le Poisson Rouge, the speaker struck up a portentous synth line and the audience burst into nostalgic applause. But the portly, middle-aged guy behind the keyboard wasn’t just playing to the crowd; the tense theme from 1981 cult actioner Escape from New York is one of his own compositions. Alan Howarth, performing here last Friday evening under the banner of the Unsound Festival New York, is something of an icon to fans of

  • picks April 08, 2011

    Andrew Kuo

    There’s a fascinating back and forth between the serious and the light-hearted in Andrew Kuo’s practice that can easily mislead viewers to a hastily conceived notion thereof (I’ll admit to having been one such person prior to this show, which is confrontationally titled “My List of Demands”). So while it doesn’t take long to grasp Kuo’s basic strategy—he repurposes geometric abstraction as a graphical information system by which to plot the ins and outs of his day-to-day existence and the fluctuations of his psyche—it can take a little longer to understand it as more than just a snarky gimmick.

  • picks April 04, 2011

    “3,348 Hours of Sunshine”

    “We’ll call it your safe place. Can you see it now?” The city inhabited by the eight artists in this show is far from the tranquil refuge suggested by a therapist in Dan Finsel’s video Shameless Secrets from My Past, 2009. Los Angeles in 2011 is many things to many people, but “safe” rarely tops the list. In fact, on the evidence of this selection in general and this work in particular, it’s as edgy as ever. So while Finsel takes a performative tack in exploring his own emotional makeup and leaves us with an impression of profound existential confusion, Alex Klein applies a more outwardly

  • film April 04, 2011

    Catching a Wave

    “YOU WOULDN’T EAT, you’d buy a guitar or a Super 8 camera.” Musician Pat Place’s recollection of the urgency that drove New York’s underground auteurs in the late 1970s and early ’80s encapsulates both the scenesters’ fiercely do-it-yourself ethic and their— perhaps inevitable—tendency to self-mythologize. Blank City, director Céline Danhier’s document of the rough-and-ready style of filmmaking that emerged in conjunction with punk rock and ultimately ballooned into big-budget indie cinema, gives Place and friends plenty of time to indulge this long-nurtured romanticism. But it also packs in so

  • Jeppe Hein

    Jeppe Hein’s second show at 303 Gallery—his last show here was “Please . . .” in 2008—started before visitors even entered the space. Piercing the broad storefront’s frosted glass window was Upside Down, 2011, a telescope-like arrangement of lenses through which an unexpectedly shrunken and inverted view of the interior was visible. Hein’s primary concern—shared with Olafur Eliasson and Carsten Höller among others—is the interplay of presumption and perception, with what we expect to see and what finally manifests. In Upside Down, as in the other works of which it here provided

  • diary March 31, 2011

    After School Special

    THE BRUCE HIGH QUALITY FOUNDATION is nothing if not ambitious: Tuesday evening in Manhattan saw the arch collective convene at Cooper Union to launch their Teach 4 Amerika tour, a “five-week, 11-city, coast-to-coast road trip that crosses state lines and institutional boundaries to inspire and enable local art students to define the future of their own educational experience.” Parking their stretch limo—painted yellow to resemble a school bus—outside Cooper’s entrance, the BHQF had already littered the Great Hall with balloons, and one masked member was firing pennants and tie-dyed T-shirts into

  • picks March 20, 2011

    Nancy de Holl and Esther Kläs

    Any artist showing at Bureau, perhaps Manhattan’s tiniest exhibition space, must be acutely conscious of how his or her work relates to its immediate surroundings. Fortunately, dealer Gabrielle Giattino understands this need thoroughly, and selects her collaborators accordingly. Nancy de Holl and Esther Kläs share an interest not only in their work’s internal dynamics but also in its references to and interactions with a range of settings and contexts. Kläs’s construction Hi!, 2010, for example, plays with the conventions of framing and mounting, deliberately confusing presentational mechanism

  • picks March 08, 2011

    Paul Ramirez Jonas

    New York isn’t nearly so crowded with commemorative statuary as many older, European cities, but the grammar of the sculptural tribute is familiar and resonant here nonetheless. In The Commons, 2011, the centerpiece of his current show, Paul Ramirez Jonas has taken a landmark statue from the Campidoglio in Rome as his model. Ridding the original’s military horse of its imperial rider, Marcus Aurelius, the artist has remade the antique bronze in cork. This isn’t the first time that the California-born, Honduras-raised Jonas has employed the distinctive material; for 2009’s Mercosul Biennial in

  • picks March 08, 2011

    Judith Linhares

    In Judith Linhares’s painting Picnic Rock, 2008, two naked woman loll on a blanket en plein air, enjoying a feast of chicken and layer cake. Nearby is a simple log cabin, and in the background a snow-capped mountain. It’s an idyllic scene, but watching the pair from a tree is a third female nude, her skin tinted purple by shadow. Is she a benign or malevolent figure? What is her relationship to the diners? Are they even aware of being observed? The artist leaves the answers up to us. The ambiguity of Picnic Rock is typical of Linhares, whose application, while bold and bright, nonetheless allows

  • Tedd Nash Pomaski

    In “At the Foot of the Lighthouse,” Tedd Nash Pomaski presents new drawings in which images, while generally recognizable, struggle against their facture. Picturing nocturnal highways and roads, hospital examination rooms, and ocean waves, Pomaski filters his careful draftsmanship though an array of mediating strategies, some preliminary, others visible on the surface of the work. The cumulative effect is of a veil or glare that slows but never entirely cancels out the processes of looking and comprehension. Areas of darkness—of which there are many—surrender their depth as in an

  • Butt Johnson

    In choosing The Name of the Rose as the title of his 1980 best-selling medieval thriller, Italian author and semiotician Umberto Eco confronted readers with an image charged with so many symbolic readings as to have been effectively hollowed out, set adrift on a sea of equivalent possibilities. And with the book’s last line, Stat rosa pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus, which translates as “Yesterday’s rose endures in its name, we hold empty names,” he suggests that from the beauty of the past, now vanished, only a linguistic trace remains. The emphasis on the free play of sign and signifier