Ever since I learned my girlfriend's friend's phrase "fake nature art," I see the stuff everywhere (the Whitney Biennial brimmed with it)—fulgent fantasy approximations of hummingbirds and rainforests, pretty musings on human nurture and earth mothers denatured, hubba hubba. The Warholian wild, in other words. And since this is art-rock criticism, nothing fine about it, let's stay... More >>>