Magazine article Artforum International

Jamie Isenstein: ANDREW KREPS GALLERY

Magazine article Artforum International

Jamie Isenstein: ANDREW KREPS GALLERY

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"Live" art is for the living; by extension, it can die. Narratives around performance art have begun to adopt the language of endangered-species programs, with words like re-creation and preservation becoming switch points for whole epistemological struggles. For Jamie Isenstein, whose signature style features sculptures that use parts of her own living body as material, mortality itself is the linchpin. Some of her is always already gone: In Magic Fingers, 2003, for instance, Isenstein sits hidden behind a wall and displays only her hand, shown in a gilded frame, as it assumes various poses adapted from paintings and sculptures in an art-history textbook; in Saw the Lady, 2007, she lies largely immobile for long stretches of time in the bottom half of a magician's trick box, "headless," with only her feet protruding. When Isenstein is not present to "flesh out" her sculptures, she places a sign--WILL RETURN or some such--as a promise that she'll be back. The proleptic implication is that someday she won't be back, and the sculpture will sit there, forever incomplete, the vita brevis serving as a check to the ars longa.

" ", the title of Isenstein's second solo exhibition at Andrew Kreps Gallery, played on this deferred absence. The witty disappearing act also signaled the extent to which humor lubricates nearly every aspect of Isenstein's art. This is vanitas without the gravitas. Another key to her (black) comedy is the gallery sign-in book, whose cover is embossed, in spooky lettering, with the words BOOK OF THE DEAD. A collection of sixteen such books from prior exhibitions (2005-10) was the first work visitors encountered in the show, a display pile of unwitting, doomed cosigners.

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In this gallows/gallery-humor vein, Dancing Pop-Up Fishing Sculpture, 2010--the clownishly abstract, patchwork, glued fabric object constituting the show's main event--riffs on both figurative and non-representational sculpture. When Isenstein is inside the work, as she was, with short breaks, on most days of the exhibition's run, one fishnet-clad leg dangles over the sculpture's pedestal, and one arm protrudes, holding a life preserver printed with the words WISHIN' I WAS FISHIN'; in her absence, another preserver (GONE FISHING) is set atop the object. …

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