By Josh Edelson
By Chris Hall
By Jonathan Curiel
By Jonathan Curiel
By Sherilyn Connelly
By Mollie McWilliams
By Rachel Swan
By Erin Browner
"Chance*: A Contemporary Art Installation From Guatemala." Americans may be notorious navel-gazers, but we do occasionally wonder what's going on in the rest of the world. Now would be an extra good time to stretch the ol' consciousness toward cosmopolitanism, what with the global spotlight elsewhere for once. Don't worry, no cartoons are scheduled for "Chance*." Instead, photography, performance, and installation pieces reflect the concerns of a youngish but accomplished group of Latin American artists. Guess what? They're pissed about human rights abuses, obsessed with rusty train cars, and into cryptic comments on childhood, just like artists here in the Bay Area (and around the world). Curator Veronique Simar put together this exhibition from her hometown of Guatemala City. Through Feb. 23 at the SomArts Cultural Center, 934 Brannan (at Eighth Street), S.F. Admission is free; call 863-1414 or visit www.somarts.org. (Hiya Swanhuyser) Reviewed Feb. 15.
"Chuck Close: Self-Portraits 1967-2005." Step up to a Chuck Close painting and you'll see squares filled with abstract shapes, a precise arrangement of dots, or some other technique in miniature. Step back and you'll see Chuck Close. For nearly four decades the artist has rendered his own head, moving through styles but always retaining his signature mug-shot angle. Featuring more than 80 works, this show traces the arc of his astonishingly single-minded career. Since 1967 Close has stuck to his technique, laying a grid over a photo and painstakingly transferring the data in each square to a 9-foot-tall canvas with an airbrush. But along the way the grid itself started showing up, scoring the portraits with crosshatched lines, and Close began filling the squares with shapes, dots, and other designs. In 1988, he experienced chest pain while attending an arts ceremony at Gracie Mansion; by the end of the night he was nearly paralyzed. In rehabilitation, he strapped a brush to his wrist, trained his arm to do the work of his hand, and never looked back. Through Feb. 28 at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, 151 Third St. (at Mission), S.F. Admission is free-$12.50; call 357-4000 or visit www.sfmoma.org. (Michael Leaverton) Reviewed Nov. 16, 2005.
"Dispersed: African Legacy/New World Reality." If you worried that the Museum of the African Diaspora might be the latest incarnation of dogmatic political correctness, fear not. This sophisticated inaugural exhibition of contemporary art asserts that African-American identity is a slippery, multifaceted thing. The featured artists explore diverse cultural and political histories with varying degrees of success, but their works all defy easy categorization. Most compelling is Safe House by San Francisco's Mildred Howard, a dainty house frame made of butter knives and carpeted with piles of silver -- dishes, platters, tureens, and the like. Toward the front of the house the objects are shiny and polished, but toward the back they're increasingly battered and tarnished, snaking out behind the house, where the butter knives become carving knives stuck violently into the wall. It's easy to read the piece as an allegory of the distance between master and slave, but it also eloquently suggests the oppression of women's domestic labor and the disparity between public face and private tragedy. Brazilian artist Marepe's installation of monks' robes -- an ambivalent attempt to redeem the Catholic missionaries who helped colonize much of the Americas -- is unnecessarily large and a bit obtuse. While Maria Magdalena Campos-Pons' video installation exploring her Afro-Cuban identity is multilayered and evocative, it never quite achieves the poetry it strives for. But perhaps more important than their individual merits are the ways in which these works defy stereotypical motifs and attitudes to honor the complexity and richness of the African-American experience. Through March 12 at MoAD, 685 Mission (at Third Street), S.F. Admission is free-$8; call 358-7200 or visit www.moadsf.org. (Sharon Mizota) Reviewed Dec. 28, 2005.
"Heavy Weather." When artist Julie Mehretu began her residency at Crown Point Press, Hurricane Katrina had just hit the Gulf Coast. The coincidence lends extra weight to this stellar exhibition of prints and drawings, whose swirling lines and tumultuous, topsy-turvy sense of space resemble powerful forces of nature. The show's highlights are three large-scale (28 inches by 40 inches) etchings created during the residency, superb translations into printed form of Mehretu's energetic drawing style. They emphasize the graphic impulse that literally underlies many of her paintings, which are often created on top of tracings of maps and other diagrams. This impulse is particularly evident in Circulation, in which a complex vocabulary of stark black lines evokes chrysanthemum petals, dandelion spores, or other organic matter, gusting and coalescing over a pattern of intersecting pinwheels outlined in a delicate red. The piece shows striking affinities with the concise lines of Japanese woodblock prints, a similarity borne out by the spatial tension between the depth created by the black lines and the flat, topographical feel emphasized by the red. It's also a treat to see the selection of drawings, which reveal with more immediacy a sense of the artist's hand and thought process. It's a bit like looking over the shoulder of a (very accomplished) doodler, a view into an impromptu, stream-of-consciousness world. Through March 11 at Crown Point Press, 20 Hawthorne (at Howard), S.F. Admission is free; call 974-6273 or visit www.crownpoint.com. (Sharon Mizota) Reviewed Feb. 22.
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