Alexander Shulan
Night and Day is the first major U.S. retrospective of the work of British artist Chris Ofili, mounted just four years after his major retrospective at the Tate.
In one famous scene in Jacques Tati’s 1958 film Mon Oncle, Tati’s character Monsieur Hulot tries to open the kitchen cabinet in his brother-in-law’s hyper modern suburban home. He pulls repeatedly on the cabinet’s handle, but cannot open it. He accidentally tricks some switch and the doors fly open without warning, comically spilling their contents onto the floor.
Jean-Luc Moulène’s Torture Concrete, his first solo exhibition at Miguel Abreu Gallery and in New York, gathers together a group of enigmatic sculptures, drawings, and photographs.
Helen Mirra's exhibition Waulked, currently on view at Peter Freeman, Inc. presents a series of works that are united through a contemplation of walking and its related state of mind.
On New Year’s 2011, Kim Dotcom, the online entrepreneur, hacker, and Internet pirate, sat in his private helicopter watching a half million dollar firework display that he gave to New Zealand as a thank-you for granting him citizenship.
Using an assortment of Arte Povera type materials, Los Angeles based artist Fran Siegel constructs dense, eclectic visualizations of the history and demographic composition of different urban environments through the media of drawing and collage.
One late evening in October 1972, the artist Chris Burden mounted two large X’s on a road in Southern California, lit them on fire, and left the area. One can only imagine the visceral, hyper-real experience of encountering such a spectacle on an empty road in the middle of the night.
October 2013ArtSeen
MATTHEW DAY JACKSON Something Ancient, Something New, Something Stolen, Something Blue
With his new exhibition Something Ancient, Something New, Something Stolen, Something Blue, Matthew Day Jackson unfurls a nightmarish and mythological American landscape reminiscent of the sort described in Cormac McCarthy’s post-apocalyptic novel The Road.
In the opening shot of Robert Aldrich’s 1955 B-noir classic Kiss Me Deadly, a barefoot woman runs frantically down a dark road in the middle of the night. She’s nearly struck by a beige convertible.





