If Pornhub had a section called art-for-pay (maybe next to gay-for-pay), we might find some of the beautiful, cynical things in This is your captain speaking there.
Nightclub incubator is the mood of Tiffany Jaeyeon Shins residency at Recess, corroborated by its magenta light and pulsing, electronic soundtrack tuned to a specific frequency to stimulate bacterial growth. It is not a bad summary of her aims either: to create a collective space for speculating on the possibilities for transcendence, sociality, and care that the microbial might give to us today.
I think about holding space for vanishing, ANOHNI recounts in the press release for this exhibition, of people, of communities, of biodiversity, in a way that opens into spectral time, leaking all points at once.
In its sparest incarnations, in new developments and renos, all we see are the sanitized appeasement of rented furniture, stock art, and stainless steel appliances. In this way, New York Apartment evokes the disturbing logic of gentrification in what its pictures hide: the displaced.
Viva Ruiz is the daughter of Ecuadorian immigrants, a Queens native, and an artist for whom showing in a gallery is the exception rather than the norm.
In Blind Rat (2019), one of 15 large photographs featured in Hadi Fallahpishehs exhibition at Tramps, a rat wears tiny, 90s Matrix-style glasses and spreads its legs suggestively, its crotch replaced by a mouse hole
The show is a collaboration between artists Nancy Shaver, Max Goldfarb, and Sterrett Smith. In their artist statement, they suggest that this collection of objects convenes like an exquisitely discordant" set of sounds, known as a wolf tone to musicians.
The musculature of Jiménezs figures is exaggerated but also flattened, and their genders are ambiguous. Most of them are closely-cropped figure studies, but a portion of them appear to be drawn from memory-scenes or TV broadcasts.
For the last four decades, Tishan Hsu has worked across sculpture, video, painting, and photography to consider the question: How do we embody technology?
Much has been written about how Elliss paintings attest to the pain and sexualization of African American women, but hidden within and below this interpretive paradigm is a messier, more inconvenient model of identity that doesnt fold as quickly into an established institutional narrative.