Judy Fiskin routinely traverses boundaries of class and culture, and not just the particulars of "high" and "low" cultural products but the discursive and infrastructural circled wagons of the contemporary art exhibition circuit that often is referred to as the "art world" – of which Fiskin, her gallery, and I are all part — and the many other art worlds and cultural spheres that people in my art world don't generally take seriously. For an artist of my world to delve into such other worlds, and for everyone involved, artist included, to feel comfortable about the endeavor, usually necessitates that the matter be handled with a certain amount of winking, snarking and posturing. But Fiskin's works never wink, never nod, never smirk. She handles her content coolly, evenly and probably even fairly — which is hard to measure because your own biases undoubtedly contaminate the assessment of fairness — and without the slightest hint of a tell. The way she deals with cultural data convinces me I'd never want to play poker with her. It's downright frustrating, and fascinating, which is why her current exhibition is well worth catching... More >>>