Mark Schubert's sculptures are teetering monuments of garbage. Shards of plastic lawn furniture are melted down into jagged forms that bulge and balloon out at the tips recalling bulbous cartoon characters crossed with the most violent Willem de Kooning painting. His assemblages are crusted over with hardened pastel glop that resembles botched cake frosting, adding a playful element to the implied violence and failure of his ramshackle piles. But I find Schubert's work essentially sexual- bloated ridiculous figures with sac-like organs full of pus waiting to be popped.
Mark Schubert current show Bungleblown runs through February 9th at Mark Moore gallery in Los Angeles. There are more pictures of the exhibit at The Flog. More work can be seen at Monya Rowe gallery.
Something about this reminds me of the episode of the Simpsons where Homer accidentally creates modern art when he fails to properly build a backyard grill.
Posted by: illlich | January 24, 2008 at 10:05 PM