By Chris Lane
By Jef With One F
By Chris Lane
By Olivia Flores Alvarez
By Angelica Leicht
By Jef Rouner
By Jef With One F
By Jef With One F
The fact that someone is looking for the number of a funeral home implies the death of a loved one or perhaps grim preplanning. Titled Once in a Lifetime (2003), the work is melancholy, ironic and morbidly funny, all at the same time.
The yellow-pages photograph is part of "Exercises in Futility," a new exhibition by Core Fellow Danny Yahav-Brown at Mixture Contemporary Art. The show is a meditation on the futility of a 20-gauge steel protective casket, as well as the futility of myriad little exercises in life and love. Yahav-Brown's work is like a wry smile from someone who knows things may be bleak but is trying hard to make the best of it.
Trying to Extend My Lifeline (2003) hangs next to the funeral image and shows the artist's hand and forearm. He has stretched his flesh by placing rubber-coated photo clips at the beginning and end of the lifeline running across his palm. It's a sad and comic image that confronts the all-too-human fear of death with a patently ridiculous solution.
Moving from death to sex, Making Love in the Men's Bathroom (2003) isn't what you might expect. There's no hasty coupling in a public john; instead, the photo shows a close-up of Yahav-Brown's hand pressed against a bathroom mirror. In this quietly poetic work, the thumb and forefinger form half the shape of a heart, and their reflection forms the other half.
The photographs are mounted to the underside of pieces of Plexiglas, which gives them an unframed, free-floating visual lushness. In contrast to the slickly professional presence of his photos, Yahav-Brown's sculptures-cum-wall-drawings use quotidian objects to create delicate and ephemeral images.
For I'll Bring You the Moon (2003), a tiny dorm-room-esque reading lamp with a clamp is mounted on the wall in the corner. It's aimed at a Styrofoam cup carefully pinned to the adjoining wall. Peering into the coffee-specked interior of the cup, you see that the bottom is missing. The shape of a crescent moon is created on the wall by the cup's shadow. The grandiose desire to give a loved one the moon is tenderly and ironically achieved through cheap, banal artifacts.
A fan and another crappy clamp light that look like they came from the same dollar store are used together in Now (2003). The word "now" has been pricked into a piece of acetate with a pin. Anchored on one side, the piece of acetate flutters in the fan's breeze. The shadow of the word "now," invisible on the clear plastic, intermittently appears on the wall. The emphatic word is made ephemeral and elusive.
A brief video presents another of Yahav-Brown's wry observations. The screen of a sleek laptop displays the lower half of the artist's face. We see his mouth and tongue forming words that could be "I love you" but could also be something else. The text "elephant shoe, (I love you)" appears on the screen. You stand there in front of the screen silently mouthing both phrases back at the video, and your mouth feels the absurd similarity between declaring love and identifying pachyderm footwear. In "Exercises in Futility," Yahav-Brown recruits us as fellow travelers in his exploration of human desire and disappointment.
Through February 28 at Mixture Contemporary Art, 1709 Westheimer, 713-520-6809.
Rooms with Views
At Inman Gallery, Jim Richard is pursuing a program of crackpot interior design. Richard scavenges room interiors from magazines and creates collages, pasting in incongruous elements like out-of-scale light fixtures and clunky modern objects d'art. He makes paintings of these redecorated rooms, rendering them with campy, self-consciously cartoonlike flair.
A chandelier, its crystals outlined in black, is an improbably large and low-hung object in the foreground of Dark Landing (2003). Flailing abstract sculptures on tiny bases rest awkwardly on an overwhelmed, glass-topped, Queen Anne-legged coffee table. The stair landing referred to in the title looms illogically in the foreground like a badly built film noir set.
Richard emphasizes the abstract in Wrap-Around Green (2003). Here, walls and ceiling are covered by vivid green latticed wallpaper with a yellow background, and a door frame with an exaggerated faux bois pattern almost bisects the painting. An oddball tabletop sculpture that looks like a group of conjoined Henry Moore figures acts as a spectator in the foreground. Behind them, "modern" paintings become vivid, stylized decoration.
All the works have a fantastic, over-the-top sense of color and pattern. In the paintings in which Richard fixates on the lush, crowded and oddly furnished interiors, you sense his vicarious thrill in "redecorating" these found, often vintage, environments. But there's also an uneasy feeling -- equal parts claustrophobia and Twilight Zone -- that runs through the otherwise appealing images. You want to look at Richard's paintings and collages, but you sure as hell don't want to live in them.