reviews

  • David Ireland

    Leah Levy Gallery

    The paradigmatic “artist’s space” is a converted loft—large, white, monolithic. David Ireland’s “House” is different; it is a real house, an 1886 Victorian, the stuff of real estate speculation, transformed into an Arte Povera Frick, a folk art reliquary full of Ireland himself and his neo-Dada objects. The charm of this cult object derives from its mystery, its off-beat whimsy, its immaculate, funky presentation, which is emptied of the ordinariness of daily life.

    Situated on a ghetto corner, the house has a battleship gray exterior, an implicit denial of the conventional gingerbread prettiness

    Read more