Carlos Martiel continues his gripping, often devastating explorations of bodies marked by history, culture, and place with a performance at Y Gallery.
Tamara Kostianovsky’s exhibition at Y Gallery features sculptures of butchered fowl made from salvaged fabric.
In the hands of artist C.J. Chueca, walls become objects for philosophical inquiry.
We Run Things at the Y Gallery, featuring the artists Mie Olise, Manuela Viera-Gallo, and Summer Wheat, is an excellent show.
To get to Y Gallery in Manhattan’s Lower East Side, you have to climb five long flights of rickety stairs.
Oscar Wilde was suspicious of men in suits. He once famously remarked that “with an evening coat and a white tie, even a stock broker can gain a reputation for being civilized.”
One of the most cleverly paradoxical shows to come around in a long time is G.T. Pellizzi’s The Red and the Black at Y Gallery, an installation of plywood walls built out a couple of feet into the exhibition space and painted entirely in — you guessed it — red and black.