Greater Expectations

"Greater New York," the freewheeling behemoth that fills every nook and cranny of P.S.1, has no theme, statement, or position. It's not about art stars, new movements, globalism, or nomadism.

It's about group energy, celebration, consummation, and unformed art waiting to happen. It's about how, in spite of the tremendous obstacles artists face living in New York, they continue to come here in great numbers. If you can't find artists to like in this show, you might consider getting out of contemporary art.

"Greater New York" is like a lesser Woody Allen movie: It's loaded with particulars, light on its feet, but short on overall heft. The aim is to showcase "artists who have become prominent in the last five years," yet the exhibition ranges from artists still in art school to those who have been exhibiting for almost two decades, and from artists who have had museum shows to those with no shows. I wish they had simply given 20 known artists and 20 unknowns a room of their own; maybe then "Greater New York" would have been great. By my count, at least 80 of the 146 already have gallery representation, and seven of those show with Andrew Kreps. Admirably, however, the exhibition demonstrates how many art worlds there are in New York, and proves you can do a multimedia, multicultural, and multinational show without leaving town.

Do-Ho Suh's Seoul Home/L.A. Home (1999) and, at rear, Michelle Lopez’s Boy (1999) at P.S.1
photo: Robin Holland
Do-Ho Suh's Seoul Home/L.A. Home (1999) and, at rear, Michelle Lopez’s Boy (1999) at P.S.1

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Greater New York
P.S.1 Contemporary Art Center
22-26 Jackson Avenue
Long Island City
Through May 16

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This is the first collaboration between MOMA and P.S.1 since their merger last year, and judging by appearances, they're feeling pretty frisky about being together (P.S.1 even calls itself "P.S.1—a MOMA affiliate"). The heads of both institutions, Glenn Lowry and Alanna Heiss, were greeting people at the opening, a euphoric event that not surprisingly had people lined up around the block.

So, how didthe tag team of more than 30 curators pull together this flawed but lively group of artists in less than six months, on a budget of only $280,000? The selection process seems to have been unusually democratic. An open call for slides went out, followed by another. There were marathon slide sessions, during which more than 2000 artists were screened. (I accidentally walked into one last November that was taking place in a room behind the usual buffet during a press preview for "Modern Starts." Oops.) Later, the curators phoned art world professionals for suggestions (me included, but I declined to make any). The last artist was invited two days before the opening. More remarkable were tales of artists being visited by two MOMA heavyweights, Lowry and Kirk Varnedoe, at once. Yikes!

Generalizations? Intentionally or not, "Greater New York" is a response to last summer's Venice Biennale and what Peter Schjeldahl perceptively called "festivalism"—the international style of giant installations. Much of the work is portable, thoughtful but not ponderous, and refrains from theatricality. Medium-wise, painting dominates, accounting for more than a quarter of the show. In addition to being well installed, the work is well behaved, and there's little that qualifies as sensational, especially in the British sense of the word: There are no dead animals, no female sanitary products, and very little sex.

But there's a lot that's good. A gallery with Lisa Ruyter, Lucky DeBellevue, David Dupuis, and Jeff Gauntt is a testament to the power of color. Ruyter, who has been showing for 10 years, may be our Gary Hume. Her painting of a youngster and a person dressed as Death is a study in design and dementia, and all but hyperventilates color. Newcomer Gauntt includes a diptych that mixes an L.A.-like penchant for architectural graphics with something profoundly bulbous, while DeBellevue's pipe-cleaner corner piece is a wedge of synthetic hue.

This may be a low-budget exhibition, but a couple of high-production numbers stand out. Paul Pfeiffer's mesmerizing video, assembled from over 5000 digitalized images of a basketball as it pulsates but never moves, is like a cathode-ray Lava lamp; I couldn't take my eyes off this fabulously weird thing. Then there's Julian LaVerdiere's two-story Albert Speer-like monument, First Attempted Trans-Atlantic Telegraph Cable Crossing.Entombed within a smoky Plexiglas cylinder is a giant model of a sunken ship, accompanied by a droning techno-goth soundtrack. A control freak of the first magnitude, LaVerdiere gets the going-for-it prize. The low-production/high-impact award goes to Rachel Feinstein for her ludicrously delightful, Cocteau-like video foray into fairy tale. Tolland Grinnell, meanwhile, redeems himself of recent sculptural sins with a folding table that tucks neatly into a suitcase.

Outside in the courtyard are two quietly provocative works. The first, a working sauna by Pia Lindman, owes something to Rikrit Tiravanija (as does Mi Young Sohn's pleasing installation of bottled water on the third floor). If you're not afraid of getting naked in public, while you're sitting on Lindman's outdoor bench, cooling down, look up and see Piotr Uklanski's suspended ball, which glows like a beneficent August moon at night.

Refreshed and blessed, put your clothes on and go back inside to the reception area and bliss out over the exquisite desktop diorama, complete with rocks and fake water, made by Clara Williams, a sculpture student from Yale. If I could find a place for my computer on this desk, shrewdly titled Very Gentle Protest, I'd be happy for years. Next door is a riotous painting by Erik Parker, a hip-hop hit list of art world movers and shakers, with names scrawled in sausagelike thought balloons. Parker gets Philip Guston, Rob Storr, Def Jam, and Rick Prol to relate to one another.

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