Was it really only a couple of years ago that we were all overdosing on video art? One white-cube gallery after another was turning into a black box. Artists who had made their names with sculpture, installation, or painting were turning to video, and we began to balk at being asked to spend 10 minutes, or an hour, or 24, sitting on a floor in the dark watching something more likely to be insufferable or inscrutable than terrific—even though a generation nurtured on the boob tube was easily transfixed by anything that... More >>>