The Continuous Moment imagines that the endless, world-engulfing superstructure called "Continuous Monument," proposed in 1969 by the radical Italian architecture firm Superstudio, has in fact been constructed; it is the cleverest of these latest collaborations.
Borrowing its look from the tongue-in-cheek photo-collages that Superstudio unveiled that year showing the superstructure enveloping parts of major cities, the video displays the superstructure in similarly improbable sites. But it also interjects it into found film footage incorporated in the video, in this case replacing the Queensborough Bridge in the famous nighttime scene from Woody Allen's 1979 film Manhattan. In Suib and Hironaka's version of events, Allen and Diane Keaton look out over the Hudson River toward Long Island City with the decidedly unromantic Continuous Monument looming to their left. To their credit, Suib and Hironaka are not above wanting to get a laugh - and besides, who could possibly resist pairing these images?
Two of the smaller videos, which they call "video portraits" - Post-Perceptual Exercise #1 and Post-Perceptual Exercise #2 - muse on the creative process, the former showing a male artist alone in his studio making a work, the latter a female artist in her studio doing the same, both solitarily reciting passages from Umberto Eco as they work. Seeing the pieces they produce, in which parts of paintings and drawings fly into the air and magically land in new compositions, would seem to be a reference to Suib and Hironaka's own working processes.
Their most recent work, a film installation titled Exploded View that comprises two films, struck me as a send-up of westerns, film noir, and early sci-fi. The film projected (yes, by a projector) on the gallery's west wall shows a piece of pyrite - fool's gold - mysteriously spinning above the ground in a green, wooded landscape. Behind that wall, in a former elevator shaft turned temporary makeshift theater, a black-and-white film of a piece of pyrite (also projected) gives the illusion that the rock is suspended in this dark, claustrophobia-inducing space. It's accompanied by a rambling narrative of greed and regret read by Nabil Kashyap in a voice reminiscent of William Holden. Exploded View is a modest, wonderfully strange work that augurs well for the future.
Locks Gallery, 600 Washington Square South, 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. (summer hours) Mondays through Fridays. 215-629-1000 or www.locksgallery.com. Through July 26.
Pentimenti Gallery's "Sights for When the Sun Arrives," recently extended to July 28, could have been the usual summer gathering of gallery artists. Instead, it's a carefully curated exhibition of gallery artists who set each other off in subtle ways while also hewing to Pentimenti's taste for art that is never exactly what meets the eye.
Derrick Velasquez's two wall sculptures, simply but carefully constructed from strips of marine vinyl laid atop each other, contrast beautifully with Judy Gelles' emblematic, slightly ominous nocturnal photographs of such American icons as mobile homes, a Coke machine, a dock, and a gas station.
The gallery's vault space is the perfect place to contemplate Kevin Finklea's minimal, painted-wood constructions before moving on to Jackie Tileston's colorful, animated fantasies in gouache on black paper. Steven Baris' oil-on-Mylar paintings of architectural forms borrowed from distribution centers show him off for the great colorist he is.
I might have automatically put the more intimate, representational paintings of Anthony Demelas and Kiki Gaffney in a different show, with more like-minded work, but they add a nice, unexpected touch here.
Pentimenti Gallery, 145 N. Second St., 11 a.m. to 5 p.m., Wednesdays through Fridays, 12 to 5 p.m. Saturdays. 215-625-9990 or www.pentimenti.com. Through July 28.
"Galleries" by Edith Newhall and "Art" by Thomas Hine appear in alternating weeks.