Here are Eros and Thanatos to beat the band—large, black-enameled canvases that have been painted while tautly stretched, then wrenched off and loosely stapled back on, creating shadowy valleys and gleaming ridges. These works combine the stiffness of erection with the frenzy of the "little death," followed by the flaccid realization that you didn't flame out at the height of ecstasy after all but are left to grub around for your next wild ride. In this scrumptious show of slashed, bent, and twisted canvases, you can feel Parrino manhandling postwar art movements—Pollock's gestural dance, Stella's monochromes, Warhol's fabulous fatalism—with a... More >>>