Jan Dibbets, 'Early Works' @ Gladstone 515 w 24th, through 2/14 by Roberta Smith for NYT

"In the late 1960's and early 70's, Post-Minimalist and Conceptual artists of all stripes picked up the camera to record earthworks, performances and temporary installations. But few used it with the strict yet subtly witty formalist intent of Jan Dibbets, a prominent Dutch artist who is 60 and has been showing in New York since 1969."
Saint of circumstance?
mykoweb
I'm going to go out on a limb and claim the lead in February's strange search request category with this one from 2/1/2001: http://www.google.com/search?q=endoscope+porn

Anyone care to top that?
"Mesmerizing images whose meanings are up to the viewer." (!?) Of course they are refering to Rudi Stern and his amazing multimedia production "Theater of Light".
love my new vaio!! its fast:>)
Genesis P-Orridge, instigator of "industrial music" and a true techno-pagan avatar, has a visual art show opening this Saturday, February 10, at Team Gallery.
Be there, or be oblong.
Speaking of parrot(head)s...
again in the french vein, everything i and others have tried has been taste-e and now five locations** Le Pain Quotidien ** 833 Lexington Avenue (between 63rd and 64th street,1131 Madison Avenue (between 84th and 85th street), 100 Grand Street (near corner of Mercer Street), 1336 First Avenue (between East 71st and 72nd), 50 West 72nd Street (between Colombus & Central park West)--bring home a bag of granola!!
sunday pundits?? no, another kind of squawkbox.
linked off a drat fink post SMILE
The new trend in New York area galleries and museums is claiming a show is "digital" whether it is or not. "Glee," a slightly-above-average abstract painting show that closed January 7 at the Aldrich Museum, began its press release with paeans to the Internet, Y2K, and the "digital revolution," then waited until paragraph 2 to mention that the show was about "artists' renewed confidence in painting in the face of new visual technologies." (The strategy worked--it led Tim Griffin, art editor of _Time Out New York_ to inattentively include "Glee" in his fall roundup of digital shows.) Griffin himself then curated "Compression," (which also closed in January) at Feigen Contemporary, including Michelle Grabner (painter), Diti Almog (painter), Dike Blair (sculptor/installation artist), and some artists who use computers, all tied together with dialogue about "image compression technology," "flagship stores," and "economic mainframe(s)." Now we have "Jello," curated by artnet columnist Max Henry (through Feb. 17 at Frederieke Taylor, 535 W 22, NYC), which claims to be based on a "coalescing digital zeitgeist," even though only 3 out of 11 artists work with digital media. The show's highlight, digitally speaking, is Daren Kendall's video, in which strategically cropped and Rorschached footage of a high school wrestling match yields a very funny post-human blob of multiplying heads and arms--equal parts Paul Pfeiffer, Jerry Uelsmann, and H. P. Lovecraft. Unfortunately, the "digital zeitgeist" simply isn't big enough to include Charles Long's orange-extension-cord-with-elephantiasis, a Dan Flavin light bulb (!), and all the weak paintings Henry packed into the show.

--Hector Pitts

monsters of christian rock
all the kidz on kapital hill luv the tickle me W doll.
a lot cheaper but maybe not as much fun
Axiomatic, and coming soon, to a cathedral near you.
The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant!
err...no, they don't.
need very impressive dessert's or other snack's french--la bergamote 169 9th ave near 20th
The NY Post reports that Conde Nast is flip-flopping: first delaying, and now green-lighting, plans for websites for its magazines, including the New Yorker. I thought they were just afraid of losing newsstand sales, but I guess it's bureaucracy. I've been reading the New Yorker since I was a kid, or at least looking at the cartoons, but the current issue has a poem I quite like. I don't really keep up with contemporary poetry, but this one was close to my heart; expressing a particular nostalgia that makes me think the author is around my age. Since there's no site, I've transcribed it, and added a few links.