New York artist Carol Bove's sculptures are usually tableaux of found objects — maybe there's a book on a shelf open to show a rendering of a tulip, a vase on a pedestal or driftwood suspended from the ceiling. They always feel tastefully controlled. (“There is something kind of limiting about total freedom,” she has said). Her sculpture The Foamy Saliva of a Horse, made for the Venice Biennale and on view now at Kayne Griffin Corcoran in Santa Monica, has all the deliberate tastefulness her work usually has. There's a metal cage, petrified wood, seashells all on top of a white plinth. But the plinth is chin-high and stretches almost from the door to the back wall, and the objects on it are proportionately huge, which means you feel like a character in an art-house horror film who has shrunk before wandering into an exquisitely austere, modernist garden. Bove's work is part of a group show called “In Search of the Schizophrenic Quotient,” showing art that can't possibly be understood in just one way. 2902 Nebraska Ave.; through March 9. (310) 586-6886,

Tuesdays-Saturdays. Starts: Jan. 12. Continues through March 9, 2013

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