Archive for the “Reviews” category
by Travis Jeppesen on July 3, 2013
Otto Zitko paints lines. Long lines curving and curling, extending into nowhere, the void. A line never ends. It just goes and goes, infinite in its stark simplicity and ambiguity. Zitko uses lines to create environments. Such as the maze (…)
by Travis Jeppesen on June 14, 2013
What the “Encyclopedic Palace” ultimately offers are multiple examples of the extra-exclusionary, which may be nothing more than that fleeting moment in the act of creation when other people don’t exist—just me and my god(s). My review of “The Encyclopedic (…)
by Travis Jeppesen on April 7, 2013
(Ms. Vaginal Davis in She Said Boom! The Story of Fifth Column) My review of the 27th London Lesbian and Gay Film Festival at Artforum.
by Travis Jeppesen on February 24, 2013
A review of Kevin Killian’s new novel Spreadeagle, at Bookforum.
by Travis Jeppesen on January 9, 2013
For those accustomed to attending group exhibitions organized around a neat thesis, “Vertigo of Freedom” is sure to disappoint. Instead, Kata Krasznahorkai gives us curation as art form, leaving us to form our own conclusions—of which there are potentially many, (…)
by Travis Jeppesen on December 12, 2012
“Joshua Tree gives us an account of the process by which Hollywood molds an individual into its systemic image of a star. That it accomplishes this through a formal subversion of Hollywood’s stylistic code—with its deliberately slow rhythm and acute attention (…)
by Travis Jeppesen on November 9, 2012
“Traversing the grayish tormented geography of the bucolic motherland via these bestial encounters, I was eventually led to question whether I myself could ever be so compelled by nature as to risk suffocation by inserting the entirety of my head (…)
by Travis Jeppesen on October 17, 2012
“A silver ball of a world birthed from a cement inferno.” A review of Antonio Bolota’s exhibition in Lisbon.
by Travis Jeppesen on October 16, 2012
“As I drifted through Hai’s works, I wanted each one I saw to be the stuff of my own memories, so intense was the sense, not of déjà vu, but of desiring to inhabit those liminal zones in which you (…)
by Travis Jeppesen on October 2, 2012
“This is the place where the narcissism of youth—and especially this generation of youth—melts in the face of the artist’s chief tendency, which is that of expressionism; for what else is expression if not the sacrifice of the self at (…)