Whitney Biennial

On Wednesday I went to the opening night of the Whitney Biennial, my first biennial of any kind. I have to be honest: it was a low-rent affair. Holland Cotter says it better:

...the overall tenor of the show is low-key, with work that seems to be in a transitional, questioning mode, art as conversation rather than as statement, testing this, trying that. Assemblage and collage are popular. Collaboration is common. So are down-market materials — plastic, plywood, plexiglass — and all kinds of found and recycled ingredients, otherwise known as trash.

Clever, that one... Still, Phoebe Washburn's installation, whose title as well as image is nowhere to be found on the Whitney's website, outshines all the the low-key trash. (alternate Washburn image above) Assortments of yellow and green golf balls stand in for lemons and limes in a factory-like installation that seems to create a botanically-based beverage. Upside-down buckets stabilize a wooden deck, through which plants grow with the help of clip lamps. Instant Gatorade packets flank the inner walls of the factory, making the conceptual link between golf balls, plants and beverage. Aquariums filled with colored water add an element of activity and industry.

Other works I liked were by Frances Stark (middle image) and Ry Rocklen (below). But, of course, these are not images of the work that I liked in the show. Sorry.

The only celebrity I saw the entire evening was Tracee Ellis Ross*, otherwise known as the bug-eyed girl on BET's sitcom Girlfriends. Like I said, it was a low-rent affair.

*I just found out she is also Diana Ross' daughter. I can't decide if this lowers or raises the rent...