You enter the gallery on a carpet of push-broom heads, the coarse red bristles making for a bouncy "Walk of Fame." A nearby video chronicles members of the Austrian collective Parfyme, joined by local artist Deluxe, barge-poling this "street canoe" (actually a wheeled wooden platform) through Brooklyn's byways. In the rear gallery, a headless, business-suited dummy hangs by its heels, necktie drooping toward the floor, part of the ongoing happening, "Ain't No Picnic," by Brooklynites David Henry Brown Jr. and Marc Grubstein. Like one of Jack Smith's legendarily interminable but riveting theater pieces, this constantly changing, garbage-strewn tableau—the gallery was cited for attracting rats with food left over from the opening-night performance—is sharply funny, and such details as a felt American flag with stars collapsed in a heap, a 2000 "Donald J. Trump for President" poster, and a pretzel-log cabin, crustily glued together with mustard, cleverly merge America's... More >>>