Yesterday's entry (#2 of 2) from the New Yorker left me without sharing this tidbit from pg. 15:
GALLERIES - CHELSEA
DANIEL BOZHKOV
A very funny, and perhaps even profound, collection of works that incorporate practical and lascivious sources. A series of line drawings mingle imagery from Ikea furnititure-assembly instructions, airline-safety manuals, and an illustrated "Kama Sutra"; assembling a bookcase or inflating a life vest starts to appear obscene, while sex starts to look like a matter of geometry. A bedroom's worth of Ikea furnititure is piled together and wrapped in mosquito netting; on the bed, a television set shows the artist and a Swedish woman reciting from the Ikea catalogue, he in English, she in Swedish, their alternating voices like percussion and melody. Bozhkov is the artist who previously built a crop circle in the shape of Larry King's head and took flying lessons over it; his grand sense of the absurd is still a complete delight. Though May 14. (Kreps, 516A W. 20th St. 212-741-8849).
I would break all my newly set rules to pick the brain of this guy. So terribly, terribly amused.