One might be led to think, from the title of Hunter Reynold’s current exhibition at PPOW Gallery, Survival AIDS Medication Reminder, that the show deals with issues of health and physical condition, or perhaps reminiscence.
“Something strange is creeping across me.” The first line of John Ashbery’s poem, “Daffy Duck in Hollywood,” came to mind while I was scrutinizing the modestly scaled, seemingly benign works included in Bloomfield, Jessica Rohrer’s latest exhibition of paintings and works on paper at PPOW.
A red light blinking from a gilded security camera greets visitors to Seven’s surveillance-themed Anonymity, no longer an option.
Join me as I wander the streets of Chelsea and bring you the first in an as-yet-only-theoretical series of gallery pen reviews.
New Works and the Avenue A Cut-Out Theatre, Anton van Dalen’s first solo show in eight years, charts the shifting landscape of New York City. Populated with imaginative characters, the artist’s latest work vividly documents the forces of gentrification and change.
It didn’t. I lied. I’m sorry. But I did like these things at the Art Dealers Association of America’s (ADAA) art fair.
Let’s face it: there’s Brooklyn, and then there’s the rest of New York City. (Sorry, rest of New York City!)
“Sun Hat Sunset” (2012), a painting by Robin F. Williams currently on view at PPOW Gallery, shows a stubble-chinned man casually smoking a cigarette and wearing a floppy, oversized hat — the whimsical kind usually seen on women at the beach. The portrait elicits a startling contrast between the man’s masculine features, the virile way in which his lips loosely grasp his cigarette, and his seemingly feminine choice of headgear.
Jessica Stoller’s porcelain sculptures are a cornucopia of crassness. Allison Schulnik’s figures embody a kind of sinister, purposeful messiness.
On a rainy Thursday in Chelsea, I could hear the cast of the Real Housewives screeching in horror and running for their emergency stash of botox as I walked through visual artist and alternative space powerhouse Martha Wilson’s new exhibition I have become my own worst fear at PPOW Gallery. Characteristically bold, Wilson’s exhibition seems to delve into one of the last taboos of our times: women aging.
There’s the stuff everyone is applauding … yawn … but that’s boring, we want to point out some things that are under most people’s radar and why they deserve some notice. Here’s our list of the 9 Most Underappreciated Art Shows & Events in New York during 2010.