Ricci Albenda's New Age minimalism makes me happy. Even though his work sometimes doesn't quite take off, or bogs down in details, I like the wholeheartedness of it—the bumps, bulges, herniating curves, sucked-in vortices, and perspectival insanities; walls that appear to elongate into warp drive, sprout genitalia of unspecified sorts, or flip-flop between near and far. I like Albenda's master-builder brand of installation, the way he turns the gallery into a haunted house, optics lab, and Hollywood set all at the same time. Most of all, I like the way he treats space as a... More >>>