They say crying is good for you; if that’s true, Laurel Nakadate is doing just dandy. One photographic portion of Only the Lonely chronicles the artist before, during, and after weeping every day for a year. Being that this is Nakadate’s first large-scale museum exhibition, we’re guessing those are tears of joy. If photographs of private moments of sadness aren’t voyeuristic enough, check out what else is on view: videos from the past decade, in which the artist danced, posed, or played dead in the homes of anonymous men; and recent photos exploring the adolescent female body, for which Nakadate entered young women’s bedrooms while they were sleeping, woke them, and told them to strip to their underwear.
Jan. 28-Aug. 8, 2011
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on January 19, 2011