The Glorious End of a Dark Year

Roger White



pmweb_rw_neNicole Eisenman
October 30 – December 23, 2009
Leo Koenig Inc.

On bad days, the cartoony figuration of the 00s seemed hamstrung by its own cheerfulness: saccharine palettes, goofy neo-expressionist paint moves, and folksy touches sometimes failed to convey the horror of the decade. It was like a finger puppet show about Abu Ghraib. Eisenman, a forerunner, brilliantly sidesteps this problem by tethering the ebullience of the style to a direct and affecting social narrative. The resulting collision – happy paint, miserable people – captures the mood of stunned desperation now permeating the cultural sector like piss soaking into carpet.






pmweb_rw_rhRichard Hawkins
December 10, 2009 – January 23, 2010
Greene Naftali

The alabaster buttocks of Greco-Roman statuary salute Japanese teen haircut models. In the vitrine: David Bowie and Slash get slapped on Francis Bacon reproductions. Collage is for making friends.






pmweb_rw_seShannon Ebner
“Invisible Language Workshop”
October 30 – December 19, 2009
Wallspace Gallery

Ebner’s cryptic text-pictures recall the linguistic investigations of early conceptual art, and unfold in the gallery like a series of proofs; this is why, perusing the exhibition, I had the not unpleasant sense that I was walking around inside a giant textbook.






pmweb_rw_io“The Irreverent Object: European Sculpture from the ‘60s, ‘70s, and ‘80s”
November 7 – December 19, 2009
Luhring Augustine

Some real gems here, from Pistoletto’s fabric bale to Kippenberger’s ale can, but I’m tired of sniffing the underwear of the Neo avant-garde.






pmweb_rw_rnRashaad Newsome
“Standards”
October 22 – December 19, 2009
Gallery Ramis Barquet

The collages in the front room (juxtaposed auction-house swag and music-magazine bling) demonstrated, sadly, that luxury is a universal language resistant to all deconstructive operations. The video in the back (dissected hip-hop hand gestures set to Carmina Burana) did something else. It was like channel-surfing late night cable, during a bout of insomnia, and feeling that at any moment the fabric of pop culture was going to rip apart and reveal the true nature of absolute reality.






pmweb_rw_jr“Jr. and Son’s”
December 12, 2009 – January 23, 2010
Zack Feuer Gallery

Where everybody knows your name and nobody says you can’t paint pirates.