Keith Tyson's Fractal Dice and Andres Serrano's Shit
The sculptures littering the floor of PaceWildenstein's 22 Street Gallery in Lego colored red, yellow, blue, green, black and white have the feel of sophisticated toys. At the crowded opening reception, a visitor could easily knock a block across the room—no big deal! British artist Keith Tyson simply sent Marc Glimcher an equation and the show was set. Read Glimcher's excellent catalogue essay to understand the math, the way the work is assembled using the roll of the dice. The art is no more arbitrary than say that of Bob Ross or Jackson Pollock, governed by the rules of the artists' origination. Arriving late, Keith Tyson, wearing a gray cloth hat, a cross between a baker's cap and an elf's beanie, was easy to spot in a room that included Jeff Goldblum and Chuck Close. In his specially rigged wheel chair that can rise up on its hind wheels so the artist can chat at eye level, Chuck Close asserts, the cool artists always arrive late to their shows. He himself is not cool, he says, preferring to see who shows up. 
Meantime at Yvon Lambert Gallery, Andres Serrano exhibited state of the art glossies of –yes, shit—lots of it in its infinite variety. In gorgeous, sumptuous saturated colors and hoary shapes, this scatological subject was raised to exalted heights. But for the real spiritual deal, Piss Christ, hung in its own red space. Fortunately, Rudy Guiliani was stuck in St. Paul with the Republicans.
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