Crisp, clean, cool, no-frills, matter-of-factthese and similar adjectives constitute a familiar lexicon for the work currently on display in Judd, the appropriately tight, monosyllabic title MoMA has given its Donald Judd retrospective, the first in New York in over 30 years.
Entering Leilah Babiryes show at Gordon Robichaux feels like walking into a solemn space loaded with gravitasa regal court of yesteryear or, at least as I imagine it, Brancusis studio. This is another way of saying that the 39 wooden and ceramic works and the handful of monotype prints on view here command an extremely powerful sense of presence.
The titles synecdochein which something modestly sized stands for something largerresonates throughout the exhibition, whose unassuming scale belies the ambition of the work, which extends beyond the museums walls and reaches into both the past and the future.
Shvartss work engages a remarkably capacious set of considerations: the interpersonal and the institutional, the practical and the theoretical, a historical act and its circulation. These concepts expose the systems that structure our societies, revealing their inequity while encouraging us to imagine how our own bodies are already ensnared within them.
From anecdotes relayed in Profiles in Leadership, we learn, among other things, that David Copperfield has been employed by a political campaign to disappear candidates about to commit verbal self-sabotage, that Vladimir Putin has prepared muffins from the flesh of a shark he single handedly overpowered, and that Fidel Castro categorically evaded women to avoid being poisoned.
The show at PPOW consists of 22 paintings and two wall-bound sculptures (all 2019). Five large paintings depict reposing, peachy-porcelain nudes arranged on shallow, tree-framed outcroppings, surrounded by the detritus of extravagant feasts: dishes loaded with fruit, meticulously-crafted cakes, chalices alight with flames, even an oyster shell full of pearls. This bounty, however, is haunting.
Under decelerations magnifying glass, our deliberate politics of self-care is extended, in Stockmans hands, to the odds and ends that surround us. The artists meditation on these circumstances in the Moffett paintings takes her work in a new direction, while still tethering it to her familiar language of softened geometric forms.
Body is vessel in the nine new paintings by Loie Hollowell that make up Plumb Line, the artists debut show with Pace. With a strong, centrally-placed vertical line as her organizing principle, Hollowell delivers human forms distilled into a succinct vocabulary of curved shapes: bisected disks, almonds, and ovals, plus stacked rows of half-circles crowned by a glowing orb.