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My Alice-in-Wonderland
Trip to P.S.1
(includes):
Peter Young: 1963-1977
May 24 – Oct 8, 2007
Linder
May 19 – Sept 24, 2007
International and National Projects
June 24 – Oct 8, 2007
Organising Chaos
May 24 – Oct 8, 2007
Cinema Cavern
June 24 – Oct 8, 2007
Young Architects Program 2007: Liquid Sky by Ball-Nogues Studio
June 27 – Oct 21
P.S.1 Contemporary Art Centre
New York, NY
By Rea Cris
Peter Young
The Peter Young exhibition
gives off the atmosphere of romanticized insanity. The soft lighting on
calming white walls and arched doorways: it is an asylum we have intruded
on and not deserved. The windows overlook a honking and graffitied city,
yet here all is quiet, both visually and audibly. Young’s meticulous
care of making perfect splatter-free dots, spot, lines, circles, and rectangles
brings to mind Jill Sylvia (see our Summer
Issue) . Young’s paintings made me realize and appreciate
that it was never about the finished product, but rather about the process
of getting there. “#4 – 1977”, with it’s tartanesque
resemblance, challenges the viewer to trace every line, to find fault.
Where others have failed, Young brings movement to his obvious pointillist
influence. In “#3-1967,” the movement is so fluid it copies
nature: a metro shower, waves crashing, the same simplicity of form and
colour as in Katsushika Hokusai’s iconic painting “The Great
Wave of Kanagawa.”
Linder
I am waiting for Linder’s “Star Series” girls to come
in, slump an arm around my shoulder, pop out a hip, their rose heads as
saturated as their pointy breasts. Yet they are the lure, for outside,
waiting, are the “Pretty Girls”, their appliance-heads rendering
them noisy and grinding, held back by extension chords. They roam the
hallways of P.S.1, hallways that blur between old-fashion public school
and trendy film set to horror movies involving many-a-labs.
International and National Projects
I take refuge in Victor Alimpiev’s room. Its tiny and even though
three works already inhabit it, I feel welcome, the room clean and comfortable.
My old friend “Summer Lightings” is here, but I only have
eyes for “Sweet Nightingale” . Alimpiev’s palette of
people execute his gestures, they fling their plastic carrier bags, encapsulated
in their mirror box. They are an angry mob, they are commuters, they are
prisoners.
Organising Chaos / Cinema Cavern
The lower you descend the nosier it becomes and it assaults you; Christian
Marclay’s “Guitar Drag” can be heard through the floorboards
in several directions. Cinema Cavern blares films, which merge between
failed documentaries, YouTube oddities and bad music videos. The cavern
itself makes you think of serial killers, murder and torture. You cannot
help but wonder whether this room was originally here in the building’s
school days. Yet there are moments of silences. Hans-Peter Feldmann’s
“Sonntagsbilder”, are photocopies that are a time machine.
They simultaneously remind you of the era they were created in and equally
transcend it.
I wake with a start, no longer asleep on Ball-Nogues’ "Liquid
Sky". I search for the white rabbit; we have a lot to see.
http://www.ps1.org/
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