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'Border Crossing' Through July 5, Gallery Lux IT WAS SORT of a Stand by Me moment last summer when San Francisco artist Nathaniel Price saw the drowned body. He hadn't been searching for it like the boys in the movie were, but it was still a transformative and inspirational experience (after the sick feeling wore off). He started doing research on drowning victims learning what happens to their bodies at each stage of the process and began his "Another Matter" series of drawings. Each one is a collection of spirograph-like designs arranged in a life-size human shape. Some of his works form the clear outline of a body; in others the body appears to be halfway dissolved a floating, nebulous, vaguely humanoid form that isn't really corpselike at all. Price's drawings convert physical turmoil into an almost abstract process, as if the body is just a constellation of stars that feels no pain as it gracefully falls apart. His "Border Crossing" sculpture series is also included in the exhibition, and these spare constructions of steel and wood seem right at home in Gallery Lux's shiny new ultramodern art space (this is only the gallery's third show). Price has burned a cross section of his own form on horizontal layers of wood with a jigsaw and a blowtorch. Whoever helped him take the measurements must have been a close personal friend, because you can easily make out the shape of his genitalia and all kinds of other body parts, such as the place where his arms join his torso, that also seem very intimate in this unusual presentation. The finished works are meditations, not only on human anatomy but also on borders and boundaries in general and the various ways in which they can be traced and transgressed. Wed.-Fri., 1-5 p.m., and by appt., 521 Seventh St., S.F. (415) 864-2222. (Lindsey Westbrook) 'Film Show' While Hollywood falters in its attempts to make sweeping, smart entertainment, visual artists have been strangely drawn to film as both a medium and a subject, creating provocative artwork that involve the pleasures of viewing, fandom, and media critique. The San Francisco Art Commission Gallery enters the fray with an ambitious multimedia project featuring nine local, national, and international artists. Some filter films through their own identity; others concentrate on formal issues. Rick Danielson makes process-based sculptures that objectify the action of editing he cuts, stacks, and alters strips of 35mm Hollywood movie trailers. Jesse Amado's reduction of Antonioni's already minimalist L'avventura to its subtitles results in eight modest canvases of transcribed dialogue that feel quotidian and sometimes poetic. Alfred Hitchcock, a favorite subject of film theorists, gets a remix in Les LeVeque's energetic videotape 2 Spellbound, which is actually the entire psychological thriller sped up, doubled, and set to a techno beat. In a more politicized aisle, posterlike works by Annu Palakunnatha Matthew and Ethan Jackson admirably attempt to address global cultural issues via global pop cinema Bollywood and spaghetti westerns yet stumble with poor design. Others deal with specific film icons: Stanley Kubrick, Al Jolson, and Marilyn Monroe all make poignant, deconstructed appearances here in works by Ryan Stone, Stephanie Snyder, and Yasumasa Morimura, respectively. Ironically, the most multimedia piece in "Film Show," Guillermo Gomez-Peña's Los videos graffitis, a three-screen arcade of short pieces on the subject of ethnic stereotyping and curious acts of performance, seems the least tied to a cinematic dialogue. Then again, it's set in a dark screening room and abounds in baroque over-the-top imagery that many of us will take over a new Star Wars any day. Wed.-Sat., 11 a.m.-5:30 p.m., 401 Van Ness, S.F. (415) 554-6080. (Glen Helfand) |
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