By Christian Viveros-Fauné
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
By Tom Sellar
By Jessica Dawson
By Tom Sellar
By R. C. Baker
By Tom Sellar
You've seen the set-up innumerable times: a nude, usually female, posed in a studio, bathed in a strong light source that carves her body out of a dark background. Yet Dalkey's drawings (all executed in the past eight years and curated by the painter Wayne Thiebaud) are about as good as the genre gets. He models skin with smooth, volumetric smudges, which convey the spreading weight of flesh against hard surfaces while leaving chairs and easels roughly cross-hatched in the palpable shadows. These ravishing sketches reveal anew why the ancient method of eyes playing over a figure for hours and guiding a hand's movements across a page easily whips the monocular mechanics of the camera. Paul Thiebaud, 42 E 76th, 212-737-9759. Through June 23.
These pages from illuminated Bibles, some reaching back more than a millennium, focus on the Book of Revelation, the Technicolor disaster movie of its time. Bright squares of primary colors create powerful abstract compositions when seen from across the room; up close they're chockablock with demons and serpents writhing across lakes of orange flame. A facsimile copy of the 1220 Las Huelgas Apocalypse proves a wonderful treat: Thumbing through its large pages unveils a graphic sophisticationgilded details, multicolored text, beautifully filigreed capitalsthat dazzles jaded contemporary eyes. Morgan Library, 225 Madison, 212-685-0008. Through June 17.
James Casebere: 'The Levant'
These images of ancient amphitheaters and dusky mosque interiors feel slightly off-kilter, a sensation confirmed when you realize that they're photographs of table-size models. Shorn of detail, Tripoli (2007) is a desert city lit by orange street lamps, where apartment windows have a cooler cast and blocky buildings are illuminated from above by white spotlights or flares, adding a sense of menace to the nighttime scene. Elsewhere, gray rubble fills a round interior, remnants of a collapsed dome blurred by the dust of long neglect. Casebere gives us haunting visions of a region where tragedy cannot be as easily contained as the beauty he marshals for his meticulous recreations. Sean Kelly, 528 W 29th, 212-239-1181. Through June 23.
A young, Armani-clad man clasping a briefcase climbs aboard a snorting bull. In extreme slow motion they burst out of a red gate, then the animal bucks, the harsh lighting bringing out the flowing lines of the bull's muscular undulations. The businessman, tie and limbs flailing like one of Robert Longo's spastic dancers (or sniper victims), rides the tumult; when his case explodes in a flurry of white paper against the dark background, he slowly leaps and spins away from the furious beast, all to a rhythmic soundtrack of bellows, thumps, and cowbells. Is this four-minute video a metaphor for El Norte's capricious power over Lebrija's native Mexico? A lament for artists buffeted by a mindlessly raging market? Whatever the impetus, the long, weaving shadows impart a surreal and fatalistic charm. I-20, 557 W 23rd, 212-645-1100. Through June 23.
If process art is about the production of an artwork and conceptual art channels complex ideas, this China-born artist may have midwifed their ultimate love child: a deluxe reprint of The Communist Manifesto using a labor-intensive technology from roughly the same time1848that Marx and Engels unleashed their revolutionary specter on the world. Giving off a rough, fragmented sheen, 39 sets of movable iron slugs of reverse Chinese characters are arrayed in wooden frames on a table that makes a long march through the gallery; on the wall opposite each type block hangs its printed parchment. Huang Rui's art has been heavily censored in his homelandat the show's opening he described China's repressive leaders as having "followed the thinking, not the beauty" of the original text, a flaw this work remedies with steely élan. Chinese Contemporary, 535 W 24th, 212-366-0966. Through June 21.