Review: A scatter of slight gestures from Meg Cranston
A hundred years ago, Jean Arp introduced chance into his art-making process, dropping bits of colored paper onto a sheet and collaging them, more or less where they fell. Meg Cranston’s high-tech equivalent is an Intenet random noun generator, which spit out the words she used to launch the work in her current show, “Pizza, Bagpipe, Carburetor,” at Meliksetian Briggs gallery.
Two printed illustrations of a pizza that look like they were cut from a home-delivery box face off atop a bed of bubble wrap in one piece. In another, a papier-mache bagpipe, painted pale pink, sits on a tabletop like a bloated blob of flesh, surrounded by paper doll cut-outs of young women. The bagpipe is a punchline in itself, especially with its striped-straw blowstick, even if the rest of the joke has gone missing.
Meliksetian Briggs, 313 N. Fairfax Ave., Los Angeles, (323) 828-4731, through March 26. Closed Sundays and Mondays. www.meliksetianbriggs.com
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