The Agenda (June 23-28): Dara Birnbaum's YouTube Pianists, Ed Templeton's Kissing Teens, and Ryan Trecartin's PS1 Color Concussion
Inner Course "Panties for Diamonds – A Psychodramatic Audition for Love In The Age Of Abandonment" at Honeyspace, 148 11th Avenue, opening June 23, 6-10 p.m., through July 28, honey-space.com
The duo known as Inner Course — that's Rya Kleinpeter and Tora Lopez — promises to "move and shake the other like a lover." Their three-act performance at the non-profit Honey Space, "Panties for Diamonds," is pitched as some kind of riff on psychoanalysis, bureaucracy, and "lady hysteria" (you can see their Kickstarter pitch for it, here). It promises lots of audience interaction. I hear that Inner Course is big in Tasmania, so look out New York.
The pioneering video artist (of "Technology/Transformation: Wonder Woman" fame) digs into YouTube for her most recent piece, "Arabesque," which stitches together footage of pianists on the online video service, juxtaposing performances of Romantic composer Robert Schumann's "Arabesque Opus 18" with performances of "Romanze 1, Opus 11," by Clara Schumann, Robert's wife and a celebrated composer in her own right. This exercise is advertised as an investigation of aesthetics, gender dynamics, and the vicissitudes of interpretation. "Arabesque" is shown alongside early video works by Birnbaum from the 1970s.
"Summer Whites" at Rachel Uffner Gallery, 47 Orchard Street, opening June 24, 6-8 p.m., through July 29, racheluffnergallery.com
Not invited to P. Diddy's white party this year? Does that even happen anymore? Does P. Diddy even go by P. Diddy anymore? Wait, am I stuck in 2004 forever? Well, no matter, the point is that you should check out this show (and wear your finest tennis whites to the opening party). It's curated by the rad young sculptor Sam Moyer and sick young painter Eddie Martinez, and promises to feature lily-white work by Sarah Dornner, Ben Gocker, Anya Kielar, Sol LeWitt, Keegan Mchargue, David Benjamin Sherry, Mika Tajima, Ned Vena, and Ryan Wallace. It also promises "empty spaces, fresh starts, and the possibilities of a space or object waiting for us to inscribe it with meaning." Aka summertime!
Ed Templeton "Teenage Kissers" at Half Gallery, 20 Forsyth Street, opening June 23, 6-8 p.m., through July 25, halfgallery.com
Sometimes, when I see teenagers making out on in the street or the subway or on the 79th Street crosstown bus, which is totally where they all congregate, I just can't look away. So many pimples rubbing up against so many other pimples, so much spit glistening on braces, so much tentative groping... you know what I'm talking about. Or if you don't you're probably super creeped out right now, which is fine too, because the skateboarder/artist Ed Templeton's on board (skateboarding pun) with me. From the man who brought us the amazing "Teenage Smokers" series, here's more train-wreck-esque fodder for the crosstown bus voyeur in us all — it's sweet, it's gross, it's totally me a decade-ish ago.
"i am not a good enough feminist." at Concrete Utopia, 58 Lispenard Street, extended through June 30, concreteutopia.org
Pretty much everyone in the art world should take the title of this show to heart. Sure the Guerilla Girls aren't donning their monkey masks and postering in protest of institutional sexual discrimination quite as often these days. But they probably should be. Look at the numbers of men versus women representing nations at the Venice Biennale. Look at auction prices. Look around. Concrete Utopia's show and publication are incredibly savvy in how they tackle the issue of "feminism" and "feminist art," terms likely to induce groans and memories of not really liking Judy Chicago's "The Dinner Party." "On the one hand, we contemplate anxiety surrounding feminism's legacy, the hypothetical realization of our forbears' goals, the danger of nullifying progress by inadequate engagement with the term," a press statement for the show reads. "On the other hand, we perceive disbelief from within our generation and without, over the relevance of whatever we could do. Through both these lenses, we hope to recognize, articulate, commiserate, and organize surrounding the paralysis of moving feminism forward." Thank goodness somebody is.
"Sex Lives of Our Parents" by Michael Mitnick, directed by Davis McCallum at Second Stage Theatre Uptown, McGinn/Cazale Theatre, 2162 Broadway, opening June 22, through July 3, 2st.com
This is my last week at ARTINFO. No, don't cry, it'll really be OK. But as this is the end of the ARTINFO line for me I finally have to fulfill my end of a bargain with the devil (you should see the shiny shiny things I got in return! plus immortality! and an Xbox!). What I have to say is this: Michael Mitnick has written an absolute gem of a play (he's also my significant other/frequent plus one, so gag away). I mean, check out that title. Pretty raunchy, huh? I would now like to state for the record that according to the prettiest art writer in all the Western hemisphere, Michael Mitnick is the greatest young American playwright. One might even say Michael Mitnick is the greatest playwright of our generation. So put that on your book jacket and smoke it.
Ryan Trecartin "Any Ever" at MoMA PS1, 22-25 Jackson Ave., Long Island City, through September 3, ps1.org
Ryan Trecartin's "Any Ever" at PS1 is a riot of inventive brilliance, a confetti shower of language, a concussion of color — in short, a unique experience. Comprising of seven — yes seven — film sequences made over the course of a year while Trecartin was in residence at Moore Space in Miami, the show chronicles tween to twenty-something agita. Each film screens in its own purpose-designed room — with head-phone wearing viewers variously on couches, airline seats, arrayed around a conference table, or on bleachers, among other things — and each room contains sculptural installations that seem as intricately plotted as the films themselves. Saying that the most important work of art produced in the last decade entails hours of footage of people who sound like chipmunks provides only a glimmer of the strange power of this exhibition. You'll need to see it at least twice.
Hilary Lloyd at Artists Space, 38 Greene Street, 3rd floor, through August 21, artistsspace.org
The first United States solo exhibition of British artist Hilary Lloyd features a series of her trademark hypnotic images on sleek, flatscreen monitors scattered throughout the SoHo loft's airy space. The films and slides offer snapshots of life in the UK and Scotland: men working at an outdoor carwash, a DJ playing at London's Queer Nation festival, a ruddy Glasgow construction site. The images are not always clear; some flicker, while others remain still, focused on a corner of a nondescript building or sidewalk. This isn't one to hit if you're looking to be wowed, but if it's a lull you're after, it's perfect. One can hardly resist feeling hypnotized by the banal repetitiveness of the images.
The Michael Jackson Sing-Along at Union Hall, 702 Union Street, Brooklyn, June 25, 11 p.m., unionhallny.com
To honor the second anniversary of Michael Jackson's death, Union Hall in Park Slope has put together a memorial sing-along, complete with music-video screenings, costume contests, and a dance off. Scarred by your inability to perform the "Thriller" dance at bat mitzvahs as a teenager? Thrill The World Dancers will be on hand to teach the "Thriller" dance from start to finish. Plus, no kitschy celebration is complete without themed drinks, and Union Hall's got something called the Moonwalker. Try it and report back.
"Vishnu: Hinduism's Blue-Skinned Savior" at the Brooklyn Museum, 200 Eastern Parkway, Brooklyn, opens June 24, through October 2, brooklynmuseum.org
This show is the first major museum exhibition to focus on Hinduism's "gentle god." With 170 paintings, sculptures, and ritual objects made in India between the 4th and the 20th centuries, it's a survey of Hindu art styles as well as a look at forms of devotion to Vishnu.
Savion Glover at the Joyce, 175 Eighth Avenue, through July 9, joyce.org
Savion Glover, the force behind the acclaimed "Bring in da Noise, Bring in da Funk," brings his trademark speed, sound, and virtuosity to the Joyce. Not to be missed.