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MICHAEL SNOW: IN THE WAY

Michael Snow, “The Viewing of Six New Works,” installation view, seven looped video projections, silent, touch design recording technology by Greg Hermanovic, 2012

Jack Shainman Gallery
513 West 20th St. between Tenth & Eleventh Aves.
Tuesday – Saturday through February 11, free, 10:00 am – 6:00 pm
212-645-1701
www.jackshainman.com

Canadian conceptual artist Michael Snow has been creating cutting-edge multimedia works for more than fifty years, including such seminal experimental films as Wavelength and Corpus Collosum and such site-specific projects as “Flightstop” and “The Audience.” In his latest gallery show, the eighty-two-year-old Guggenheim Fellow and chevalier de l’ordre des arts et des lettres explores the creation and perception of visual art itself in the four-part installation “In the Way.” Visitors first encounter “La Ferme,” in which Snow takes 16mm footage of grazing cows, then arranges eleven successive frames horizontally, the way it was actually seen as the film was made, instead of vertically, the way the frames would appear in the developed film itself; the 1998 work announces that you are in for a unique experience that is going to examine ways of seeing while laying bare the process behind it all. In a room off to the left, “In the Way” (2011) features a twenty-three-minute video loop projected onto the floor; you have to stand right on it in order to get the full impact of the panning shots taken from a truck, making you feel like you’re moving over green fields, dirt, asphalt, and rocks, each surface giving you a different visceral experience. Experience is at the heart of “The Viewing of Six New Works” (2012), as Snow projects seven changing geometric shapes, in varying bright colors, onto the walls of a large room, each image shifting based on how the eye reads a rectangular work of art on the wall, following ocular patterns of perception and forcing viewers to see these images in the same way. “When attention is not being paid to it,” Snow explains in the press release, “the object/rectangle is not there.” The fourth piece, 1985’s “Exchange,” involves a holographic set-up in a daring red that falls short of expectations, with little happening as you move around it. Continuing at Jack Shainman in Chelsea through February 11, “In the Way” is another engaging example of how we look at art, from one of the masters of the genre.

VIDEO OF THE DAY — THE KILLS: “THE LAST GOODBYE”

The Kills’ latest single from 2011’s Blood Pressures album, “The Last Goodbye,” has been turned into a classy, claustrophobic black-and-white video directed by actress Samantha Morton (Sweet and Lowdown, Minority Report) in which Alison Mosshart and Jamie Hince play around in a photo booth while Mosshart proclaims, “It’s the last goodbye, I swear / I can’t survive on a half-hearted love / that will never be whole.” Also on the cinematic front, Giorgio Testi has made the short documentary Into the Unknown, in which the duo talk about their music right before taking the stage at Brixton Academy in London. The Kills will be back in New York City on February 11, playing a sold-out show at Terminal 5 with one of our favorites, Jeff the Brotherhood, and Hunters.

AI WEIWEI: SUNFLOWER SEEDS

Ai Weiwei, “Sunflower Seeds,” detail, hand-painted porcelain (photo by twi-ny/mdr)

Mary Boone Gallery
541 West 24th St. between Tenth & Eleventh Aves.
Tuesday – Saturday through February 4, free
212-752-2929
www.maryboonegallery.com
www.aiweiwei.com
sunflower seeds slideshow

In October 2010, Chinese artist and activist Ai Weiwei installed 100 million porcelain sunflower seeds in the Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall. The individual husks were made by hand by 1,600 workers over a period of two and a half years in Jingdezhen, long famous for its porcelain production, dating back to the Song Dynasty (960-1279). Three million of the hand-painted seeds are now on view at Mary Boone in Chelsea, where they form a rather neat rectangular field in the middle of the spacious gallery. You can walk around the field and take pictures, but if you get too close, a security guard will warn you to back off. When the work opened at the Tate, visitors were encouraged to actually walk and lie on the seeds, stepping right on and crunching the seemingly endless black-and-white pieces, but that interaction created a dust that was determined to be a health hazard, so from then on visitors could only look and not touch. “Sunflower Seeds” is loaded with references, from the historical and political to the economic and the governmental; in fact, near the end of its run at the Tate, Ai was arrested and disappeared for nearly three months. Approaching the piece now, it is difficult not to imagine Ai himself lost in it, his disappearance, which led to outcry from human rights and arts organizations around the world, like a needle in the haystack of the Chinese people. The installation raises questions of mass production and exploitive labor, the Cultural Revolution (Mao badges often included yellow sunflowers), cheap “Made in China” global exports, world hunger, the lack of individuality in an overpopulated Communist Chinese society, and the value of art itself. (Last February, a 100-kilogram collection of the seeds sold for more than half a million dollars at Sotheby’s.) Even the dust-up at the Tate, though not intentional, calls to mind the numerous health hazards that have recently arisen in Chinese food products. Ai also honors his father, the poet Ai Qing, an enemy of the revolution who was banished to a province where the exiles ate many sunflower seeds. The installation at Mary Boone is a far cry from the Tate original, a commission for the museum’s Unilever Series. It feels too neat, and the security guard adds a tension to the viewing that was clearly not the artist’s initial intent. Still, if you just let yourself get lost in the piece, putting away the camera and just allowing your eyes to roll over its abundance, “Sunflower Seeds” is a compelling work that can be as deep as you want it to be.

METS IN THE MORNING: MILESTONES, MEMORIES, MIRACLES, AND MORE

Mets legend Bud Harrelson will take part in fiftieth anniversary conference on January 28

Society of American Baseball Research
Mid-Manhattan Library
40th St. & Fifth Ave., sixth floor
Saturday, January 28, $25 with preregistration, 10:00 am – 3:30 pm
www.nyc.sabr.org

Back in 1962, a new baseball team came to town, a group of ne’er-do-wells that finished a woeful 40-120 under the leadership of the great Casey Stengel. For the New York Mets’ first seven seasons, they finished either ninth or tenth out of ten teams in their division but then miraculously pulled off the amazing feat of winning the World Series in 1969. The franchise has been back in the doldrums for the last three seasons, and not much is expected of them this year either. But you can expect lots of special events surrounding the team’s fiftieth anniversary, looking back at both the good days and the bad. On January 28, the Society of American Baseball Research will honor the Mets at its annual Casey Stengel Chapter meeting, which is open to the public. At 10:30, Ernestine Miller will moderate “Mets in the Morning: Milestones, Memories, Miracles, and More,” a panel discussion and Q&A with shortstop Bud Harrelson, statistical analysts Benjamin Baumer and TJ Barra, and memorabilia collector Harvey Poris. Following a lunch break, historian Lee Lowenfish, Yankees scout Cesar Presbott, and Cubs scout Billy Blitzer will talk about the state of professional scouting. At 2:00, George Vecsey will lecture on his sports writing career and his latest book, Stan Musial: An American Life. Stan Teitelbaum will conclude the all-day symposium with the research presentation “How Sports Writers Influence the Image of Major Leaguers.”

THE GREY

Liam Neeson goes all primal in the gripping adventure thriller THE GREY

THE GREY (Joe Carnahan, 2012)
Opens Friday, January 27
www.thegreythemovie.com

Shortly after suicidal sharpshooter John Ottway (Liam Neeson) decides to kill a big grey instead of himself, the desperate man is fighting for his life, leading a small group of men who have survived a horrific plane crash only to find themselves right smack in wolf territory — and the wolves are none too happy that their territory has been intruded upon. Based on the short story “Ghost Walker” by Ian Mackenzie Jeffers, who wrote the taut screenplay with director Joe Carnahan (Narc,) The Grey is an intense, gripping thriller set in the vast Alaskan wilderness. In the middle of nowhere, a gang of societal outcasts — Ottway, Diaz (Frank Grillo), Talget (Dermot Mulroney), Henrick (Dallas Roberts), Flannery (Joe Anderson), Burke (Nonso Anozie), Hernandez (Ben Bray), and Lewenden (James Badge Dale), who all work at an oil refinery at the end of the earth, since no one else will have them — must band together if they want to survive, something that is a whole lot easier said than done with this collection of miscreants. As the men battle the increasingly dangerous elements, the wolves hover just on the periphery, seemingly always at the ready to attack, especially at night. Meanwhile, Ottway has tender memories of being in bed with his wife (Anne Openshaw), who has left him, the flashbacks helping him focus on his natural survival instincts. But even the skilled hunter might have finally met his match with these fierce, vengeful wolves. Beautifully photographed by Masanobu Takayanagi, The Grey expertly mixes action-adventure with horror, filled with thrills and chills galore. Evoking Sigourney Weaver in the Alien series, Neeson lends class to the film with his sensitive portrayal of the severely damaged Ottway, a good man who is more than a little down on his luck. Carnahan rarely settles for the lowest common denominator, instead telling the primal story of Ottway’s inner and outer journeys with wit and intelligence — and plenty of scares. The new year is less than a month old, but The Grey is destined to be one of the best films of 2012. (And be sure to stick around for the end of the credits for a brief bonus.)

VIDEO OF THE DAY — THE GORIES: “THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD GO I”

Detroit garage rockers the Gories are back together again and coming our way. Featuring Mick Collins and singer Dan Kroha on guitars and vocalist Peggy O’Neill on drums, the Gories always did things their own way, starting out when they formed more than twenty-five years ago and continuing through such albums as Houserockin’, Outta Here, and I Know You Fine, But How You Doin’ and a previous reunion tour. The trio will be at Maxwell’s on January 27 ($20, 9:30) with Bloodshot Bill and Boom Chick and at the Bell House on January 28 with Mark Sultan and the Mighty Fine.

DAVID DORFMAN DANCE: PROPHETS OF FUNK

David Dorfman Dance gets funky at the Joyce (photo courtesy of Adam Campos)

David Dorfman Dance
Joyce Theater
175 Eighth Ave. at 19th St.
January 24-29, $10-$39
212-645-2904
www.joyce.org
www.daviddorfmandance.org

David Dorfman brings da funk — and so can you — in the New York-based choreographer’s latest evening-length work, Prophets of Funk, continuing at the Joyce through January 29. The conclusion to an unofficial trilogy that began with underworld and Disavowal, the new fifty-five-minute piece is an uplifting and energizing celebration of music, dance, and imagery set to the songs of late 1960s, early 1970s icons Sly & the Family Stone. Amanda Bujak’s hippie costumes make it look like performers Kyle Abraham, Meghan Bowden, Luke Gutgsell, Renuka Hines, Raja Kelly, Kendra Portier, Jenna Riegel, Karl Rogers, and Whitney Lynn Tucker stepped right out of the road company of Hair, featuring lots of frills as the dancers move and groove to such fab tunes as “Underdog,” “Stand,” “Love City,” “If You Want Me to Stay,” and, of course, “Dance to the Music” and “Everyday People.” Each dancer plays a different character, led by Kelly as Sly, sporting a big Afro, cool shades, and silver elevator shoes, and Abraham as the text-spouting comic relief. Dorfman himself occasionally cuts a diagonal path across the stage as the elder statesman of the group. With images of the real Sly Stone, wafting marijuana smoke, and psychedelia projected onto a large screen behind them, the company breaks off into several trios, duets, and solos, with particularly beautiful moments supplied by Tucker, Gutgsell, and Portier. Dorfman is actually listed as artistic director, with the entire company credited with the choreography, the dancers given the freedom to not only create their movement but to improvise every night, leading to performances that feel fresh and invigorating. The show does touch upon some of the more political aspects of Stone’s oeuvre, including dealing with racism in “Don’t Call Me Nigger, Whitey,” but for the most part Prophets of Funk follows Sly’s advice of “Ooh sha sha / We gotta live together.” At the end of the performance, the dancers and audience can indeed live together, as everyone is invited onstage to show off their “Scooby dooby dooby.” (Be sure to arrive early to take some dance lessons downstairs at the Joyce.)