Phoebe Washburn, Tickle the Shitstem (installation view), 2008, Mixed media
Overall dimensions variable. Photo via: Zach Feuer Gallery
I stopped by Phoebe Washburn’s reception at Zach Feuer Thursday evening, which technically places me amongst all the other suckers who waited to see that show at the opening even though it had been open for two weeks prior. In as much as any one can evaluate anything through a sea of people, I’d say the exhibition looks about as good as her work at the Whitney Biennial earlier this year, albeit overly similar. That said, I’m not sure she needs to reinvent environments in which production and waste often double, just because we all happened to have seen Gatorade, golf balls, plants, and wooden architectural structures a few months ago.
I’d offer a little more analysis than this, but my return to Chelsea Saturday was cut short in light of the hurricane. I saw maybe five galleries total between 22nd and 23 rd street before I retired to the Half King for the privilege of having over price food and wine pushed on me.