The dysfunctional moon described by Calvinos story and the exhibition title could not appear more timely than today, as we face the instability of our own planet and society, our movement is drastically restricted, and we are forced to turn inward.
What a brilliant cacophony of abstract gesture, I think to myself while taking in Ballin the Jack, Louise Fishmans first solo exhibition at Karma Gallery in the East Village. The oil paintings on view in the main gallery revel in their messiness: thick strokes of paint crash into each other, clashing colors fighting for dominance, while the white gesso underneath reveals itself as a seductive promise of transcendence.
Born on Long Island in the 1960s, Fitzpatrick has somehow retained an unconditional enthusiasm for the simple textures of the world, a tendency that usually disappears with the onset of adulthood.
The fact that the world has had to wait until 2021 to see a Ron Athey retrospective is a tragedy. A queer icon who indisputably helped shape the role of the body in performance art, Athey has only recently started to receive long-overdue art historical recognition.
Not long before COVID-19 rendered in-person art viewing a faint memory, I walked into a dimly lit gallery where clusters of illuminated words appeared to float in space, like the digital rain of the Matrix. Yet unlike computer code, I could read these clusters of textthey were conversations, poems, confessions. What can I ask you that nobody seems to ever ask you? one began. After months of being in that funk, I got accustomed to it, another one continued.
If art is to play a role in political change, the first step is to get it out of the galleries and into the streets. Silky Shoemakers Billboard Project, a series of four graphically striking anti-Trump billboards installed in rural Pennsylvania, is one example.
Its my first time at the Laurie Beechman Theatre, a cozy basement cabaret space thats been around since 1983 and has retained much of its original charm. A dazzling woman wearing a shiny grey two-piece is scat singing to jazz music, performing the most creative cover of What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life? that I have ever heard.