Hull’s “stolen portraits” are funny, weird, seductive, robust, mysterious, saucy, and nearly impossible to decipher.
CHICAGO — I was hooked by the time I finished reading “Mr. John F. Kennedy and Mr. Kenneth Noland” (2016), a text-filled drawing written in pencil in large and distinct capital letters that reminded me of penmanship practice in elementary school.
CHICAGO — White paper sits on white matting within white frames hung on the white walls of Western Exhibitions, the unnerving blank expanse invoking a sense of being thrust into the heart of an endless maze.
CHICAGO — Dutes Miller’s show at Western Exhibitions, one of Chicago’s premier avant-garde galleries, is called In the Garden. The main theme of the collages, paintings, and sculptures is an exploration of the male body as it manifests itself in gay desire, in its evident state of arousal, its protuberances, its emissions. The title conjurs up ideas about the garden as an idyllic scene of repose, like the Garden of Eden; Miller’s garden, though, is definitely slanted towards the snake rather than the apple.