Itai Doron

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Here's the pitch: Guy Debord meets Marshall McLuhan. The interior monologue of a star-struck Hollywood foundling begins its expansion to infinity. The attack of the 50-foot notion. We find ourselves trapped in a 12,000-square-foot projection of Itai Doron's imaginative neural network. This is the body electric, and he sings with a vengeance. This is The Immaculate Stereoscopic Conception of Mr. D., 1993. Across town, in the impeccably Modernist White Cube, a more modest exhibition concentrating on Mr. D.'s primal media recollections is on offer. Titled "The Secret Life and Archaic Times of Mr. D.," these close-to-puerile photomontages throb in unison to the Dockland's beat of Doron's inverted Global Village.

Episode I: We are on the threshold. As we watch Clive Crawford of the dance group DV-8 writhe to the beat of a different drummer, Grace Slick belts out her anthem to other leaves of grass. We all begin to sink slowly into the ooze of someone else's bummer. Night descends--and the Warholesque eclipse that seems to be eternity's breath is shattered by Mr. D.'s insistent cardiac superpositions. "Over the Shadows," 1993, and White Rabbit Revival, 1991--92 (36 luminous silk-screened paintings in the manner of Andy Warhol and a videotape, respectively) are the interface that ebbs and flows over us like the surf over Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in From Here to Eternity. We long to be engulfed, made oceanic and whole, by this consciousness of Doron's but the props that embrace us distract us as well.

Episode II: What we have suspected and feared is true: the quickening pulse of Mr. D.'s life-force and mind-field signals the fragmentation and reduction of ours. Mama Cass is trapped in a plastic blizzard; looking for all the world like that last lump of flour refusing to disperse in our psychic vortex. No one can save her, but we can follow her gaze. Cass's line of sight glances off Otis Redding, himself totally wired for sound. Asleep--or just meditating? or stoned?--in a crystal cradle, good vibrations are lovingly bestowed upon the infant Mr. …