I was at MoMA on Saturday and saw a couple of things of interest (derive-yr-own-grotesque):
* Walid Raad, a Lebonese artist, has a piece in their sprawling He Is Every exhibition entitled Oh, God, He Said Talking to a Tree. The work is composed of a series of smoke shapes materially extracted from a larger image of catastrophe and isolated on individual white fields. It's a poetic visual, two rows of square(-ish) framed cloud figures, with some text in the final frame.
* Their highlight show now is the video work of Pippilotti Rist [Pour Your Body Out (7354 Cubic Meters)], presented in a large central gallery on the second floor as a series of wall-sized highly saturated projections that flood the space. In the center there's a tubular couch; people lounge in hordes; the effect is verging on psychedelia. The images melt into one another in off-putting (mostly fleshy/botanical) progressions: flower petals up nostrils and the like. It's spectacular; ~60-70 visitors, probably, were camped out in the room, mesmerized.
Check out clips here.
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