Critics’ Picks

Paul P., Untitled, 2003.

New York

“Today's Man”

John Connelly Presents
625 West 27th Street
July 19 - September 13

John Connelly brings together fifty-one artists for this exhibition of works by and about the Y-chromosome crowd. Though Alex Katz’s Twelve Hours No. 1, 1985—three yuppies in earth-toned sportswear—presides near the entrance, this is not a pleated-Dockers kind of show: The preponderance of craftiness and fine-boned figuration contradicts stereotypical notions of male artmaking. Many artists here are familiar from this summer’s group-show circuit: There’s a Christian Holstad collage of a nude, cross-eyed boy crouching in a White House interior and a Paul P. drawing of a pretty, mop-topped androgyne; Asianpunkboy offers two gold embossed images of Haley Joel Osment dripping with a pink substance identified in the checklist as a mixture of “spunk and Pepto-Bismol.” Hung salon style in this little gallery, the paintings, drawings, and collages seem to be engaged in intimate conversation with one another, and viewing them feels like spying. This impression is heightened by the fact that most of the works are so small and detailed you have to squint at them from just a few inches away. It’s a bit like peering through one of Ingres’s peepholes, though this is a harem as Sylvia Sleigh might have painted it.