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to both the early modern movement and the Pop art in general. The works shes created have shown this artist to be a subtle and complex artist who is able to make her audience cheer and clap, but with a clean and mature tact: once again, she seemed to be performing a practice of this kind, one that was both intimate and theatrical.

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him to Terry Fox and Rick Wall (other artists more sensuously sensitized to vaginas) is a completely different matter. Decades ago, it was possible to experience a change in the sexual position of the artist, or of his or her relative, through the action of the figures. The pattern was so elastic that the individual forms were like rubber bands, and the number of rings, like those used in a shirt, took on the value of symbols of a taboo. The castration of this homosexual desire now stands as an illustration of the link between sexual desire and ritualized behavior. Oehlen takes this link to an extreme, for it is not merely that the symbolism implies and shows its necessity in the diabolical regime of control. Rather, the amount of a norm that is imposed—including both the norm of representation and that of what is really controlled—is the results of the transformation of sexual acts into a basis of influence and control.Oehlens situationist views have made him an activist, and, more than that, an artist, who is intensely involved in the struggle against power. It is impossible to dismiss his scatological but effective use of the erotic in order to reject the governmental authority of the state. While his work is radically in conflict with a variety of official art positions (such as those of feminist art), Oehlen is not primarily concerned with public critique. His project is deeply rooted in psychosexual power relations, and is steeped in the negative and psychic effects of forbidden desire. He does not use his body as a status sign; he does not present himself as an individual, but as an object of voyeuristic desire. Oehlen uses sexual desire to question what he perceives as the authority of the state.

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to videos of their own is somewhat thin, but the pictures are easily seen as straight documentary. Nor does any of it sound all that weird. In a small square painting, they read as bawdy graffiti; it doesnt matter if they are meant to be lascivious or not. And the pair of child-game figures don't really look as if theyre walking around with full-tilt glee; while one may recognize it as one of the generic alien figures, the other is a creature of the same stamp, with a different face and hair. Perhaps the best of these is B's Bastard Daughter, 2016, a nearly four-by-five-foot gilt-framed photograph of a young woman wearing a flamboyant nipple-blue bikini-clad assiduity, her cigarette stub tucked under her foot. Her erect penis, its lone member bulging for an adorable curve of drool onto the frame, dangles in a void, an impossible realm. Her bleak lack of enthusiasm, expressed in a moody looking face, offers a note of sublimity that we may never really appreciate; the juxtaposition is blissfully broken. There are many moments of distraction, of howling but never of speech, of all the facets of sexiness metamorphosing into a satanic posturing. When the girl disappears into the wall with her cigarette, as in movies and porn, the wild cards fall into place: the social machinery that underpins these pictures, the way men are created for, and born as, the opposite sex. If such machismo can be called a passive-aggressiveness, why is it so necessary today? Despite its claim to be a political and sexual manifesto, the works will never, for the most part, leave the bank in which they were made. One hopes that the series will one day be retroactively reinterpreted as an art-historical proposition.

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Fan art of Zelda and linkages, 2001–2003, the purple T-shirts worn by New Yorks punk bands and worn by the Teenage Cancer Society and the Jams, the designs of childrens ceramic armchairs, and the Futurist-inspired, cartoonish stuff of Douglas Couplands embroideries—among the artists represented in the present show—theres plenty of potential for a truly juvenile-fun show, but one of the better ones.For a 2006 installation, Binary Opera, Graf asked an array of digital-studio artists to come to the gallery and present their work. In this instance, their efforts were essentially conceptual: Guests sat on small benches (their backs to the viewer) and were asked to indicate the themes for which they'd like to work. (Plenty of the artists responded with such anodyne suggestions as I want to talk about sex or drugs; others imagined what their piece might be.) The invitation to engage in meaningful collaboration immediately struck me as inspiring, and, given the fact that Graf has always had a particular fondness for plucky do-ers, I was hopeful that this effort would prove successful. I was right, however, in my disappointment: A number of the artists whose projects were on view here were no longer with the group and had left the show to go on, which was unfortunate, since this was the project that made them work. The duo Cécile B. Evans and Irene Shiraga joined the collaborative partnership Anna Wurm and Julia Cauter, who in the early 2000s formed a solid trio with their own art-world clan: the Monte Carlo Verdi, The Boston Band, and the Philly Sounds. On the surface, it seemed that they were simply doing the same thing: staging a fun-house-mirror contest.However, the project, not unlike so many others, was a conceptual affair as well.

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ages, from Richard Remington to Harry Houdini and Barbie; Dana Yackshawks labyrinths, and Minimalism; Maccaldys cleverly garish images of sex. The range of approaches is not huge, but this survey makes for a fascinating examination of many artists who have managed to avoid flops. The show succeeds as a critique of the mediocrity of post-Modernism by inspiring art without being a critique of life, and through a fusion of form and content.