Flutter is flirty. David Gilbert’s works, photographic documents of slap-dash sculptures and painterly interventions in often dramatic natural light, are charming and engrossing–but they’re also taunting. At first glance, it’s easy to want more: to want to see the sculptures in the round, to want to interact with the colorful detritus depicted, or to simply explore Gilbert’s studio, where many of these scenes are arranged. (It must have such fantastic windows.) But the impertinence and distance his photographs provide are precisely the strengths of his overarching project. A testament to fleeting gestures, facetious sensibilities, and queer ingenuity, Gilbert’s poetic works saunter and serve together in Flutter, the artist’s first institutional show and widest presentation of his oeuvre to date. Read More