I
started my day on 27th St. and worked down, so Zwirner was at the end of seeing
lots of art. When I walked in the door, I felt like numerous reviewers who have
expounded on the state of Chelsea: it’s over. Large, bloated galleries, showing
increasingly conservative and established artists, where the cost of real
estate isn’t killing the neighborhood, sheer boredom is. Then wham, into Diana
Thater’s installation, which casts the entire gallery in a dim, but radiant
blue light. The first blue gallery featured two stunning, realistically
detailed videos of the galaxy. In a panic, it hit me that there must be all
kinds of open-source images of space that I should spend more time looking
at.
The
main room felt like the VIP lounge of a chic nightclub or every other shot in
the Hype Williams masterpiece Belly.
In the center of the main, dark blue-lit room is a large, white-cube
structure with cut-away trim emanating pink fluorescent light. A video
shooting out of it onto the ceiling shows beetles frolicking in a patch of
leaves. Sure, there is something very showy about the installation, like a pop
culture version of James Turrell, but after a day of mostly dry and expected
art, it was a much-needed shock to the system.
PS
From what I gleaned from the Times review, beetles apparently navigate by the
stars, and when urban light blocks the stars, they wander aimlessly.
Through Feb. 21st
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