Glenn Ligon deconstructs the African-American experience through appropriated language words from elsewhere at once inappropriate for genteel company and appropriate to persistently nagging questions of race. Here Ligon has filled a vast room with a parade of relatively small gold-colored canvases on which is stenciled the same Richard Pryor joke seemingly identical paintings, though several bear different Pryor bons mots. Far from merely turning Richard Prince into Fresh Prince, Ligons same-game reflects on Black Americas enduring Invisible Man status through Warholian repetition. In the other room, a neon sign reading Negro Sunshine a line from Gertrude Steins Three Lives is painted black, glowing futilely beneath its obscuring coat. Not much to look at here, which is the point; for all the ghetto-jive fury and poignant metaphor, Ligon insists, African Americas voice is still stifled, from within as without.
From the era that gave us Pryors bite, a collection of unusual photographs bears witness to the nervy experimentation of Southern California camera artists. Photographer-surfer Anthony Friedkin caught some beautiful waves with his lens as well as his board, and Jane ONeal embraced the banality around her by amping the lurid color of nighttime neon and early Cibachrome. But the real boundary-pushers among 1970s L.A. photogs were the ones who learned from Rauschenberg as well as Eggleston, who thought in terms of composing on paper as well as in camera: JoAnn Callis black-and-white meditations on myth and reality, as visually silky as drawings; the quasi-rebuses of Darryl Curran, turning cascades of one-offs and outtakes into visual poems with their own rhyme schemes; and Eileen Cowins ghost-pictures, superimposing fleeting apparitions on seemingly more stable images seemingly because the fixed images only remind us that those people will be (and now are) lost to time. Glenn Ligon at Regen Projects II, 9016 Santa Monica Blvd., W. Hlywd.; Tues.-Sat. 10 a.m.-6 p.m. (310) 276-5424. The Seventies Revisited at dnj, 154½ N. La Brea Ave., L.A.; Tues.-Sat., 10 a.m.-6 p.m. (323) 931-1311. Both thru Dec. 8.
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