Desi Santiago recently opened a solo show at envoy enterprises’ 87 Rivington St. NYC. The show includes sculpture, installation, and video works in “an enigmatic environment fluctuating between the realms of seduction and mourning”. Robotic skulls with chattering dentures, glowing pentagrams, and masks cast from the artist’s face are a few of the things you will find in the space’s first floor and basement. This looks really good and should not be missed. Click past the jump to see more of what you can expect from the show, which is entitled This Pop is Perfection.
All images courtesy of the artist and envoy enterprises, New York.
There is something in Spanish photographer Yosigo’s (aka: Jose Javier Serrano) work that allows him to present beauty within emptiness. His minimalistic style presents itself even within the subject matter. He focuses on ordinary, everyday surroundings that are extremely sparsely populated. I also enjoyed his collection of found photo IDs titled, Aurkitutako Erretratuak.
Artist Jennifer Trask counts bone as one of the media used in her elaborate sculptures. Bending, carving, and gilding, she constructs bouquets of antlers, gold, and other found objects, some dating as far back as the 18th century. There is a certain level of awe that comes from viewing these labored works as Trasks crafts delicate flowers out of material that we only know as being stiff and obtuse. She emphasizes craft, while at the same time making things ghostly realistic. Her work is described by the Lisa Sette Gallery as having “sprouted from an enchanted seed… Trask’s objects emit an unmistakable air of magic.”
The process is undoubtedly important to her work. In order to manipulate her carved-bone works, she must know how and in what deer antlers need to be cured, and what kind of solution of vinegar will soak a python’s rib to make it easily malleable. Despite this knowledge, her goal for her work is much more simple than that. She states, “That’s what I’m trying to claim when I go into the studio. I want to make something that I believe could be real, something that could have happened on its own.”
Yan Wei is a Beijing-based artist with a style reminiscent of horror manga illustrators like Hideshi Hino, yet very much her own. Her ink portraits of children belong to a vision of Hell far more unnerving than any blunt pit of fire.
Meticulous attention to detail helps Zipora Fried transform ordinary objects into compelling works of art. I recently saw several sculptural pieces by Fried at the Greater New York 2010 exhibition at P.S.1 and thoroughly enjoyed her use of playfully poignant and enigmatic materials, along with her sustained focus on repetition. Arduous process? Yes. Emphatically handmade? Yes. Beautiful in it’s simplicity, yet endlessly complex? Yes, indeed.
Brooklyn-based graphic designer Victoria Siemer, also known as Witchoria, has an ongoing photography series updated weekly called ‘Human Error” in which the artist digitally overlays an existential or lovelorn computerized error message over a scanned Polaroid. The error message prompts the viewer for an action or to wait, illustrating the futility of this technological exercise when perceived in the context of heartbreak or ennui. Siemer’s series elegantly pairs new technology, represented by the computerized message, with older technology, represented by the vintage mode of a Polaroid photograph, combining the nostalgia evoked by a Polaroid with the technological angst that fuels many of our modern relationships.
Detroit artist Trisha Holt builds performative sculpture from blown-up photographs twisted, masked, or hugged onto live models in everyday settings, then reshoots for a surrealistic effect. This series, titled Love Child, creatively cross-breeds two iconic & artistic souls with one another. The top image, for example, is the offspring of “Charlie White + Katy Grannan“. The second one is of “Man Ray + Francesca Woodman”. Both are titled so accordingly. Can you see the resemblance?
Holt’s work is a stunning collection of mash-ups which humorously and humbly troubles over its own worth in the world, playfully echoing this song by The Supremes: “Love child, love child / Never quite as good / Afraid, ashamed, misunderstood / But I’ll always love you.”