Joe Zucker's quick-witted just-closed exhibition of muddy-colored paintings at Paul Kasmin began with an art historical wink and a scatological nod: Just inside the door was a canvas turned toward the wall, à la Magritte, with the words "My Stool" written on it. It was a fitting acknowledgement of paint's primal connection to feces, art's paradoxical public and private nature, and Zucker's philosophically wry relationship to both. Zucker's strong two-gallery show, the second part of which is still up at David Nolan, finds this stellar topographer of paint in an indexical, introspective, typically foxy mood. At Kasmin, he exhibited a series... More >>>