| "Funny" doesn't get you very far in the art world. If there's laughter to be found at all in a serious gallery scene, it usually comes in the form of a smirk, allowing the viewer bemusement without compromising his or her superior aesthetic taste.
Thankfully, some artists in Minneapolis know how to chuckle with a bit more levity. Ruben Nusz and Andy DuCett, members of the Rosalux collective, both possess fine-tuned appetites for cheekiness. They team up this month for "Pointing in All Directions at Once," a droll new exhibition that offers guileless humor with a contemplative twist.
Nusz's trademark image, "Scotty Gets a Job," is an archetype of unpretentious wit. The realistic composition of acrylic paint mimics the art-house integrity of black-and-white photography. The painting initially appears to be a close-up portrait of a man's face, frozen in an ambivalent squint. But a closer look reveals a rash of tiny red "sale dots"-- stickers used on artwork labels to indicate that a piece has been sold -- spreading over its surface like an acne outbreak. The garishly synthetic pimples contaminate the altruism of the painting beneath, and the portrait shifts from a high-minded effort at capturing a meditative moment to a cynical critique of art-as-commodity. Even more deliciously ironic, the piece has been sitting in Rosalux's gift shop, unsold, for many months.
If this seems a teeny bit too clever, Nusz's new hodgepodge of sculpture, painting, video and photography will come off as more viewer-friendly; it keeps a safer distance from subtlety, teetering between innocent joking and earnest subversion. A plastic gas can placed on a gallery pedestal continuously spouts water into a nearby bucket. A photograph shows a hot dog on a urinal with a pubic hair next to it. A set of "Taoist match books" includes instructions explaining how to burn.
With such a haphazard collection, the show's theme seems to be the rejection of theme, or at least a playful jab at efforts to organize art into neat theoretical boxes. DuCett piggybacks this idea with a sample of his "A Conversation About Something," a patchwork quilt of about 400 zip-top plastic bags, each filled with seemingly random found materials (an image of catalog models, an old Schlitz beer label, a photo of Dick Cheney). The project skewers the idea of art taxonomy, and remains visually chaotic despite the businesslike presentation of the plastic compartments.
DuCett also contributes a series of immensely entertaining photo collages. After cutting out illustrated characters found in flea-market magazines and old Cub Scout manuals, DuCett superimposed them over vintage Polaroids from the late 1960s. The characters -- cartoon adolescents possessing a Hardy Boys level of wholesomeness -- become actors in jarringly out-of-context scenes. A boy in a scuba mask peers into a living room window, and a young bowler on a highway tosses his ball at a car's windshield. The contrast between the characters' clean lines and the washed-out colors of the Polaroids results in a surreal animation-like quality, and the blatan t datedness of both elements pokes fun at the perceived goodness of nostalgia.
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