Word on the street is that Meulensteen may be on the way out,
and I seem to be in the minority by saying I am going to miss them. Because I
really liked the current, scrappy, over-packed Young Curators show. Featuring
Adam Parker Smith’s Belmar-like bound sheets of styrofoam that look like female
genitalia, with a video of a guy smothering his face with shaving cream. Or a
plywood table with 4x5 prints of small, inconsequential details of day-to-day life
sitting next to a hand made rock crystal fountain, a piece that would be embarrassing
to even the most oblivious hipster. This might not be the most ringing
endorsement, but in a climate where galleries are forced to keep up with the
little museums of Zwirner and Gagosian, there does seem that very little risk
is being taken, even by Chelsea’s standards. So when Young Curators devolves
into an incomprehensible blur of mementos left over after art school, at least Meulensteen
opened its doors to failure and with it provides an enjoyable jolt. Instead of
the numerous shows of numbing displays of established people making familiar
art that just exist only to get to the next show of forgettable exhibition. So
if Meulensteen is going down, they at least had the good sense to put on
intriguing shows by the likes of Siebren Versteeg, Mike Cloud, and Andrea
Galvani.
Through Aug 24th
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