With the dwindling of quality galleries in Chelsea, I’ve
become more and more aware of how good Anton Kern’s programing has been. It’s
not just showing photographers like Enrique Metinides or Anne Collier, but
overall they have exhibited work that seemed exciting and for better or worse
looked cool, or maybe I just loved that last Nicole Eisenman show.
Walking into Implosion 20, I was hit by how much good work
was in the show. It immediately reminded me of the exhibition Bob Nickas curated
a little while back. As with the Nickas show, this is packed to the gills with
stylishly diverse work that looks like what you’d dream a high-end MFA open
studio show would be. The exhibition is centered around 60’s psychedelia, which
seems oddly timely with its political flourish combined with a desperate
escapism, best exemplified by the presence of plush bean bag chairs positioned to
watch police beating on video or a folkish painting of a guitarist across from
an image of Hendrix with a color ringed hole descending into the wall.
The pinnacle of the show is the back room, where a blue line
around the room at waist level seems to be painted over the work of a solo painting
that is minimalist via junk art, a collision of styles that is weirdly
appropriate in our current setting of post everything art. Reading the PR, apparently,
I made it on the last day of the last show Anton Kern is having before their
move uptown to the 50’s where galleries go to be seen by retirees.
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