Forty years in the making, Eric McDade’s newest
solo exhibition at Marginal Utility
seems at first glance to be a collection of work based on misunderstandings and/or hamhanded
attempts at correcting them, as
perpetrated by the misunderstood.
But it is so much less than that.
Here we see McDade sobbing into the sleeve of his black hoodie about being a poor,
misunderstood sap, and trying
to pass off the resulting snot-stain Rorschachs as visual
work that might hold the viewer’s interest for longer than it takes to ignore a
pamphlet
distributor
on the sidewalk.
His
gimmick this time? Photography. Too terrified of failure to draw or paint, McDade
plays the role of director in order to churn out
seven pieces that do little more than boast a
sense of spare theatricality while begging for bits of audience commiseration, like a
panhandler trying to earn money
for a bus ride back to New Jersey.
The show opens June 3rd, from 6:00pm to 11:00pm, and runs through July 29th, 2011.
Bring something to read.
