Saturday, September 28, 2013 (5pm to dark)


Here you go New York. Here is your living underground, your young artists squatting — occupying! — that mythic zone the city is said to have once possessed. Declaring a guerilla gallery under the Brooklyn Queens Expressway, Marie Karlberg and Lena Henke are giving you what you want: a Skulptur Projekte Münster of new art set amid syringes, take-out containers, broken strollers, human shit. Raw and cold-pressed, art looks good when it comes from dirty places. And it’s into this kind of decaying urban ground—a scarce resource in NYC these days—that art can dig its talons in deep, can begin to fertilize the landscape for “cultural use.” Does this excite you? Set in virgin wasteland, it could be the opening sequence of a rape scene. But not to worry, things won’t get too graphic. Violent crime in this city only happens on Netflix these days, and besides, this show is only an opening. The work won’t even stay the night. Photos will be taken though—a whole set of professionally shot images to be used later for editorial purposes or for communicating the zeitgeist of the early teens, proof that ‘even just ten years ago’ the bohemian glaciers extended all the way to Lorimer Street and Meeker Ave.


Yet in truth, the scenario described here couldn’t get any realer. Work exhibited under a highway overpass might be what the market desires, but also, there’s few other options available for artists who are still pre-blue chip and yet too self-possessed to brand themselves as “Marxists” and pander to the feel-good liberal missions that most American non-profits and granting organizations seek to promote. The conditions of a Post-Giuliani, post-Bloomberg New York might be “healthier” statistically, but to all without the financial capital to stake out real estate of his or her own, they are, like the rules of a deranged parent, abusively infantilizing, too. Stay poor, stay young, stay cute and we’ll cleanse our capitalist souls by providing for you, they seem to say. Meanwhile parking lots, bedrooms, nail salons (stay tuned for the two M/L shows to follow)—it’s practically only in these kinds of after-school spaces that new art still feels possible and as yet not co-opted. Install your show in a new tract of green-space, and you fit right into the developer’s CAD drawing plan. Have your show in an off-space and, like an abiding child, you provide the content to which the classy parent operations so dearly want to link—and do link, and are the reason why a seemingly off-the-grid gallery (as though anything is legitimately off the grid at this point) can continue operating the way it does, or perhaps can only operate the way it does.


On Saturday, September 28, 2013, more than a dozen artists including: Sam Anderson, Alisa Baremboym/Gregory Edwards, Nicolas Ceccaldi, Ben Morgan Cleveland, Flame, Marlie Mul, Sam Pulitzer, Andrew Ross, Nora Schultz, Phillip Zach, Jojo Li, and Lyndsy Welgos, along with artist-gallerists Henke and Karlberg will install their work under the BQE.

The show will close that night after dark.


—Caroline Busta


Sam Pulitzer, gndlp, 2013

Sam Anderson, Out of Rosenheim (desert), 2013

Philip Zach, St.-G.,T., F., from left to right, all 2013,

Nora Schulz, Untitled, 2013

Nicolas Ceccaldi, A Day On The Bridge, 2013

Marlie Mul, Munching/Crunching, 2013, Sound piece in car

Marie Karlberg, Rites of Pigalle, 2013

Lyndsy Welgos, Museum Bitch (I meant Bench), 2013

Lena Henke, Cry Baby, 2013, Marie Karlberg, Life access: 2004-2012

Lena Henke and Marie Karlberg

Jojo Li, Interior splash, 2013

Flame, The Webcam is on, 2013

Ben Morgan Cleveland, Cottonmouth, 2013

Andrew Ross, Untitled, 2013

Andrew Ross, We're painting on a volcano, 2013

Alisa Baremboym/Gregory Edwards, Local Industries, 2013

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