There’s a bit of curatorial sleight-of-hand in I Dropped the Lemon Tart, the summer show at Lisa Cooley on the Lower East Side. The title refers to a real-life mishap in a restaurant kitchen where imminent culinary fiasco turned into a triumph of pluck and invention.
An intriguing concept: how to create an art exhibition about the inability to communicate? That is what curator Rachel Valinsky has set out to do in Itself Not So, the current group show at Lisa Cooley on the Lower East Side, and for the most part, the selection she has made neatly vaults past the inherent paradox of the proposition.
Making boldface generalities is of course a recipe for disaster, but for many artists the long hours and repetitive demands of making something by hand is part of the parcel.
Scott Reeder is something of an enigma. His newest exhibition at Lisa Cooley Gallery, People Call Me Scott, is too. The work on view appears disjointed at first glance, which is relatively typical of the artist, who’s currently putting the finishing touches on his first feature-length film, Moon Dust, set to come out next year.