Jonathan Griffin

Criticism and essays on art and culture

Category: e-flux

Liz Larner

Camden Art Centre, London

Liz Larner, i (calefaction), 2014-15. Image courtesy Camden Art Centre; photograph Rob Harris

Asteroids are a rather on-the-nose motif in Liz Larner’s otherwise unpredictable visual and conceptual lexicon. Hurled out of the cosmos, they arrive on Earth as airborne readymades, small miracles from deep space that can have cataclysmic consequences when they make impact with our world. Larner’s best work feels much like this. Not made but discovered. Excavated, maybe. Modest, but potentially Earth-shaking.

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Jacqueline Humphries

Aspen Museum of Art

Standing Logs TSLA, 2025, pigmented aqua resin; Untitled, 2015, oil and enamel on linen. Courtesy: Aspen Art Museum; photo: Dan Bradica

Writers from Marcel Mauss and Georges Bataille to Lewis Hyde have contributed to the notion of art as a veiled gift, with strings attached. Generosity and withholding are not antitheses; many of the best artworks are both withholding—in their minimalism, obscurantism, or elusiveness—and, despite their outward reserve, unexpectedly generous.

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Candice Lin

Canal Projects, New York

The story, as literary theorist Peter Brooks has observed, is today’s dominant cultural form. To Brooks, this “overabundance” of narrative is worrying: he criticizes the deference of virtually all strands of culture (not only literature, TV, and movies but art, museology, and—especially—news media) to the persuasive rhetorical power of the story.1 I share many of his concerns. “The universe is not our stories about the universe,” he writes, “even if those stories are all we have.”2

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Merlin James

Chris Sharp Gallery, Los Angeles

Merlin James, Arrivals, 2007-08. Acrylic and mixed materials on canvas, 25 5/8 x 26 5/8 inches. Image courtesy Sikkema Jenkins & Co, New York, Chris Sharp Gallery, Los Angeles, and the artist 

My attention is more or less guaranteed by any exhibition that offers, within the initial sweep of its first gallery, a painting of an airport luggage carousel; a near-monochrome canvas, composed from grubby, rectilinear sections; a close-up picture of a blowjob; and a boisterous abstraction incorporating a tail-wagging dog and a swipe of glitter.

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