Tag Archives: Newcity

Tuesday 02/14 2017
Water into Glass, Steel into Flesh

In the hall outside the main space, an array of paint cans—actually wood, and liable to tip right over if one bumps them—sit on nightstands, surreal vignettes within and around them (a Hockney scene post-summer, leaves and furniture in a tiny empty pool in a drawer; a potato which wanders the wall like the world’s starchiest spider) suggesting the kind of sleep-deprivation-derived trompe l’oeil one gets in a dawn-lit bedroom after a prolonged coke binge, something just beyond the playfulness of his material alchemy and with the slightest soupçon of strange menace, the uncanny power of trompe l’esprit.

Read the rest of my review of Chris Bradley’s show in Newcity

Friday 11/18 2016
Living In A Material World

“In the second room one finds the fruits of these captured sparks, from sandcastle-makers begotten by Parsons’ great grandfather, beautiful wooden blades with teeth like synthesizer waves and mantis raptorial forelegs, to a golden-ratio finder which teases out the god’s math in anything—a divination device!—to a wooden puzzle of dopamine, which causes the very chemical itself to release via its manipulation.”

Read my review of spousal designers/artists Parsons & Charlesworth’s exhibition at the Chicago Cultural Center in Newcity

Monday 06/27 2016
Ecstatic Tension

“The sculptures’ apparent fluency is belied by their time-consuming construction; these are chimerical pieces composed of pattern and repetition, made from a product that—while it carries connotations of excitement and escape, the survivalist and scuba diver, the parachutist and hiker—is indeed the workhorse of these pursuits, its primary purpose to bind and hold. The tension between paracord’s wont and Morical’s empyrean execution provides the invisible arrestment.”

Read the rest of my review of Noel Morical’s solo exhibition at Newcity

Tuesday 05/10 2016
Chrysopoeia Cavern

“Billowing formations, like a frozen boil of freshly wept lava, bubble up between sharp rocks and long, smooth, hanging stalactites and wall formations. With a hot electric wire cutter, she garroted the blocks and brought them to life with longitudinal slices across the surfaces and sprinting down the sides of the cavern a wonder of manipulation, mimetic erosion, achieving in minutes what would take nature millennia. It is breathtakingly beautiful, chimerical, beyond…until the distinct marrow-like markings reveal that one is ensconced primarily in, of all things, styrofoam.”

Read the rest of my review of Sabina Ott’s solo exhibition at Aspect/Ration in Newcity

Wednesday 04/27 2016
Pieces of Us

“Shards” is strongest when seen as a rumination on the Great Beast of the medical-industrial complex, rather than the action of care. Gentle color play is juxtaposed with the downright primeval patterns the collages take, an atavistic wardrobe which alludes to the rapidly dying nature of the medium. As new forms of medical imaging—and, more importantly, as new, digital ways to collect, collate and quickly share the data contained in said images—arise, tapes such as these will eventually cede to fully digitized portraits of us. The shining staples are not surgical, they are the staples which bind, coagulate and eventually clot our bureaucratic medical system; the delicate monsters they hold together are the skeletons in the filing and medicine cabinets.”

Read the rest of my review of Deanna Kreuger’s Shards at Newcity

Saturday 03/26 2016
Telescopic Views

“Park attempts to channel nature in all of its ungainly, uncanny beauty, and while all of the pieces are abstractions, they inspire telescopic views of our physical and metaphysical world; an intricate collage of woven paper, plied with paint and singed with graphite, resembles waves of water and skeletal muscle both, as well as the vast array of waveforms which subsume us—light, radiation, sound, thought—yet remain hidden.”

Read the rest of my review of Kwag Jean Park’s solo show at Andrew Bae Gallery in Newcity

Saturday 12/19 2015
Sunday 12/13 2015
Aspirational Commercialism

“Fifteen pairs of shoes—their exteriors a gleaming bronze, their guts redacted, black giraffe tongues and the faintest maker’s marks like lingering scars on their insides—line the wall atop white shelves, each with a silver dog-tag bearing the name of the shoe’s owner, an indelibly sexy display, a message couched in and enchanted by the visual merchandizer’s art. Although obliquely uniform in their brilliant armor, they represent a panoply of styles—from muscular sneakers with toe caps like cuirasses to chic heels, reptilian loafers to porous trainers—and come from an array of owners.”

Read the rest of my review of Kendell Carter’s Monique Meloche Gallery installation at Newcity

Monday 11/16 2015
Dreams of a Designer

“The lovely upholstered blobs of the “Gummi” series—in oh-so-fashionable and marketable cream, crimson, and coal—practically beg, with distended tongues and puppy dog eyes, to be caressed, collapsed upon and enjoyed with a blunt and a hi-fi in a living room out of a Jim Steranko comic, but they are not truly furniture, lacking as they are any ergonomic amenities, people properly excluded for aesthetic. So, too, is the suspended mirror or cushion contraption of “HdL (orange)”—a barber’s fever dream device consisting of a floating Spanish orange ottoman and a round mirror—a seemingly benign furnishing which refuses to be availed of with the haughty dismissal of its lofted position and the mirror’s laughable proximity to the surface, making it suitable for opticians and serial killers only. “

Read the rest of my review of Thomas Grunfeld’s Corbett vs Dempsey exhibition at Newcity

Wednesday 09/23 2015
Concrete Tongues

“It is Jaworska’s sculptures, however, which most eloquently translate the construct’s tongue, set within a luxurious space evoking a bistre jewelry box, skeletal elements in pragmatic black apparently lifted directly from a sketchbook … Our noble, supplicant towering beasts are revealed for what they truly are—massive but subservient chevaux de frise against the void—in “Monument for Them,” which puts a beast on its knees for nothing but a charmingly simple salutation.”

Read the rest of my review of Ania Jaworska’s MCA exhibition at Newcity