‘Stubborn Materials’

Amid a show of elegantly resuscitated detritus (such as Ian Pedigo’s conglomeration of yellowed newsprint and ratty straw mats), Larry Bamburg’s abject constellation of fishing line strung with masking tape, paper scraps, and Band-Aids rates special notice. Suspended from two ceiling fans, one with shorter blades centered beneath a larger fixture, these skittering networks spin in opposite directions, forming nested, ephemeral cylinders. Dull lead weights and a red plastic bead dance with scintillating grace; a snarl of plastic line flashes in and out of skylight sunbeams like a stuttering angel. It’s a celestial carousel for one of Italo Calvino’s diffident galaxy trippers. Peter Blum, 526 W 29th, 212-244-6055. Through August 25.