The shifting wispiness of lenticular clouds. T.J. Wilcox at Gladstone Gallery.
The cramped crush of 1960s Shinjuku station. Hiro at Pace/MacGill.
The unlikely invasion of a big polka dotted tie. Brian Griffin at Steven Kasher.
A blasting 1970s tease, complete with bubble. Meryl Meisler at Steven Kasher.
Dramatic doublings and split personalities. Anja Niemi at the Little Black Gallery.
Clever echoes of salt shakers and steeples. Martin Parr in a group show at Janet Borden.
Distressing the landscape with industrial chemicals. Doug Fogelson at Sasha Wolf.
Wrapping movement in a shroud of personal imagery. Carina Brandes at Team Gallery.
The meditative rhythm of park runners. Lynn Dennison at Flowers Gallery.
Paint splatters and personal annotations over the words of James Baldwin. Glenn Ligon at Luhring Augustine.
The burnished skin of weariness. Louie Palu in the Headshots group show at ClampArt.
Sunlit hair and eyeliner. Diane Arbus in the Headshots group show at ClampArt.
Layers of authorship in Walker Evans’ African masks. Sherrie Levine at David Zwirner.
Breaking trans barriers with glamour and a brick. Andrea Bowers at Andrew Kreps.
The overlapped slaying of Judith and Holofernes. Anna Ostoya at Bortolami.
Linear overpainting in paint and pastel. New Sam Falls in the Hannah Hoffman booth at the Independent.
Smartly disorienting layers of deception. Yamini Nayar in the Thomas Erben booth at the Independent.
Immersed in essences of Luigi Ghirri’s studio. Luke Fowler in the Modern Institute booth at the Independent.
The playfully sexy couplings of chairs. Lucas Maassen/Margriet Craens in the Kinder Modern booth at Pulse.
Faceting the subway into 3D planes and angles. Isidro Blasco in the Black & White Gallery booth at Pulse.
