Walking through Justin Faunce's auspicious debut I kept wondering, "How close can you get to your enemy before you become your enemy?" In 1982, Fredric Jameson wrote about the "stifling, canonical monuments one has to destroy to do anything new." These days we're not as fixated on progress or as committed to destroying monuments—at least not our own. For his part, Faunce is so wrapped up in what he apparently wants to wipe out that it's not clear if he's making what Jameson called "imitations which mock the original" or if he's being celebratory, or both, which is a distinct possibility. The finickiness and decorativeness of his work only contribute to these questions. At times I couldn't determine whether or not his paintings weren't inadvertently becoming part of the problem. Nevertheless, Faunce's work is visually scintillating. We see clusters within clusters, images within images—what Baudrillard called "Moebius spiraling compulsions." Journeying into one is like exploring some sort of self-replicating CNN-MTV molecule. Looking at his paintings can make you feel like you have... More >>>